All Chapters of Super Soldiers: The Team - Book 2 (Part 2): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

We sat tired on the plane. The pilots of the Antonow An-8, Colonel Melker and Colonel Neugebauer, kept an eye on us. Since we came from a particularly bad mission, as so often in the last two months, without any accompaniment. However, they were reassured to find that I had already taken care of everyone. Only my injuries had to be treated by the Doko, which my friends once again don't dare to approach. So Jaan and Rashida helped me with pressure bandages to make the injuries bearable. Like the others, I received a volley of machine guns because we were ambushed.

He told everyone to follow him. The monks' meals were not very large, but everyone was full. They quickly cooked some rice and fried vegetables and distributed sake. We were also asked to take a seat in the group and provided us with plenty of water to drink. There was talk and laughter.After two hours, Master Xu came to the festival with Master Ho. Completely confused why he was at home and why his archenemies were entertained in his temple. After Master Ho had explained to him everything that had happened in detail and Master Guan officially apologized. He nodded and sits down with the others in the circle. Xu was given food and drink like everyone else. 

Just ten minutes later, we landed at the airfield in Vladivostok. Four ambulances were already waiting there. One for each of our comrades. Melker drove with me, Raiko with Rashida, Rina with Bekir so that we all had someone who could translate. Jaan didn't need any help because he was fluent in Russian. A quarter of an hour later we were in the nearby hospital and were immediately taken to the operating rooms. An almost ten hour struggle for the lives of our comrades began. After three hours Jaan gave up, he couldn't help Anzo anymore. The injury to the lung from Mayer's blow was too severe. Anzo had to suffocate in agony. Balin was also bled to death, in addition to the already broken artery in h

As so often in such situations, I just ran after my stomach, which drove me further and further south. For almost six hours I ran at a high pace, wide search loops heading south.It was just after five in the morning when I finally found my first lead. Slowly, so as not to lose sight of her again, I followed her. After half an hour I came to an old barn, probably not in use at the moment, on the edge of Groß Below. This is where the trail led me. Up on the threshing f

I, on the other hand, took up the trail of Otto Müller again and ran after the last of the hostage-takers. Every now and then the track got lost. So I started to create search loops again. Damn it, where was he going? Always along the L1077, Müller consistently ran west.If I had just put him to sleep, it went through my head angrily. Then I could now lie on a mat in the hall and sleep. Tired, I ran after the escaped. After nearly seventeen hours, I had