Chapter 38:Escape

From the perspective of residence, General Simon Gilson's retirement life is rather moist. His residence is located on a small hill on the outskirts of the country. It is a very sophisticated duplex villa with a snow-white fence surrounding a small world of birds and flowers. The fence is full of lush trees, and flowers of various colors bloom all over the fence. There are many varieties of varieties. It seems that this retired general is still a very interesting old guy.

Jay stood in front of the crimson security door of the villa and rang the doorbell. After waiting for a while, there was no answer. He secretly said apologetic, and then scanned the house with his x-sight and confirmed that the old guy wrapped in light gold silk nightgown was playing with his potted plants by the window sill in the living room. At this distance, it is obviously impossible that he didn't hear, but he didn't answer the door deliberately.

So Jay exerted his perseverance and pressed at the door for more than a minute.

When the piercing doorbell finally broke through the limits of his tolerance, the old man finally appeared at the door intolerably. He opened the door roughly, seeming to be trying to find a reason to blast away such a persistent visitor at the door, but he was stunned when he saw Jay's face, his expression frozen on the spot.

The strange reaction of the other party caused Jay to hold back the opening remarks he had prepared, and only tentatively asked: "Uh, General Gilson? Are you okay? Because your face looks a little... ..pale."

"It's you." Simon Gilson looked him up and down several times. "It's not wrong, it's you. But...how is this possible? I thought...we I thought you were dead."

"Who, me?" Jay pointed to himself in surprise. "Do you know me?"

General Gilson looked at him complicatedly for a long time.

"So, you don't remember anything?"

Jay shook his head: "If you are talking about my own past, I really don't have the slightest impression. My earliest memory is only the end of the Doomsday Invasion, and there will be no impression anymore. It sounds like you know where I came from. ?"

He could see that the old man's breathing became disordered, his weak heart accelerated his beating frequency, and a few drops of imperceptible cold sweat leaked out of his forehead. He changed his eyes several times and asked, "If you don't remember anything, why would you come here?"

"S.d.e.project," Jay said, "a friend of mine almost died of it, and it brought me here-you are the only person alive in this project. I want to know what it is."

General Gilson was silent for a while, then said with his shriveled lips: "You know, this is a top secret."

"I must know." Jay said firmly.

General Gilson stepped back involuntarily, seeming to be caught in an ideological struggle. Jay was actually not sure in his heart. He hadn't thought about what to do if the old man insisted on not revealing the secrets. He didn't really want to take care of this weak old man, and he didn't look like a bad person. . But what Jay didn't know was that just standing here and looking straight into the eyes of the other person gave people a huge invisible oppression. Not everyone has the courage to meet a Kryptonian, let alone reject a request.

General Gilson sighed slightly, and it seemed that he finally decided to give in: "Well, anyway, I was the only old guy who participated in this plan..."

He paused for a while, and solemnly said, "Do you want to know what s.d.e.project is? The answer is simple-that's you, kid."

Jay was stunned.

"Me?" He pointed to himself strangely, "What does this have to do with me?"

General Gilson turned sideways and walked out the front door: "Come in, I'll get you something to drink, we can talk slowly."

Helena became more and more aware of the seriousness of the secrets she touched. She just tried to crack the password of the project named "s.d.e.project", and suddenly she seemed to be a wanted criminal in the base. More and more agents rushed into the narrow staircase to try to stop her. In order to get out of the siege, she had to use strong means to break the siege. After kicking the three poor guys down the stairs and breaking seven or eight bones, she finally went down another floor, only to see a silver light coming from a saber coming from a corner of her vision at a speed that almost disappeared.

Helena was taken aback, and a small jump dodged her. Several flying black hairs were cut off by the sharp silver awns. The other party flew a leg closely, and rolled in with the whistling wind. Helena couldn't dodge, so she dullly raised her arm to support it. That leg swept fiercely on her arm like a heavy wooden stake, causing her shoulder to be almost dislocated. She staggered back two steps, her heels were already on the edge of the first staircase behind her when she barely stabilized.

What appeared in front of him was a sturdy man with a chin and whiskers, who was as strong as a brown bear. He skillfully played with the shimmering saber in his hand, and the cold light reflected on the blade made goose bumps.

Helena remembers this guy. Ivan Walkley, Victor's direct agent, although not very bright, but first-class fighting ability, once won the championship in the internal fighting competition-of course, that was Helena did not participate, because she felt this This activity is boring and meaningless.

However, compared to the fighting ability, for Helena at the moment, the most terrible thing about this stupid big man was his brutal strength that day. She barely took him a kick, and barely felt her left arm now.

Ivan let out a low growl, and the saber drew a flashing arc. He shattered all his swords, and every knife made a sharp sound of cutting the air. Helena avoided two streaks in a row, and used a trick of relieving her strength to make one cut, but the stairs behind her restricted her movement. Finally when the fourth knife fell, she was accidentally struck in the leg, and a long blood trail was pulled apart on the snow-white skin on the inner thigh.

Helena grinned slightly, and leaped into the air while pressing the handrails of the stairs with both hands, avoiding the opponent's stab attack while gently falling behind him. She lifted her knee and slammed into Ivan's knife-holding wrist, grasping it precisely at the moment his wrist was raised, and kicking Ivan's knee joint with her right foot, causing him to kneel on the ground involuntarily, while holding it back. The wrist suddenly exerted force in the opposite direction.

Although her strength can't be compared with this strongman, she has first-class fighting skills and rich experience. Ivan's elbow broke with a crisp noise, and he couldn't help letting out a dull and miserable howl. Helena took advantage of his head and slammed into the stair railing, but this guy was so strong that she had to press his head three times before knocking him out, and even the wooden handrail. A huge gap was opened.

It took a lot of time, but she finally solved it. Helena dropped this guy and just poked her head downstairs, but she was greeted by another rain of bullets. She had to shrink back. The upper and lower stairwells have been occupied by agents, and they are now surrounding Helena's location, blocking all her routes.

In other words, almost all routes.

Helena quickly analyzed and assessed her current situation, and then took a deep breath. She raised her hand and threw a flash bomb towards the central stairwell. The short blindness should buy her a little time. Then she shot a rope to fix it on a high place, threw a smoke bomb toward the bottom of the stairwell, chasing after the spinning smoke when the thick smoke was released from its spinning tail, and jumped to the bottom.

The gunfire rang again, and several bullets shot through the layers of smoke and almost flew down her body, but she had no time to bother. After a momentary free fall, she finally landed on the ground without any risk. She rolled swiftly to avoid within the range of the gun muzzle upstairs, then got up and quickly ran, and her figure disappeared at the exit in a moment.