Chapter 977 Ulrich Nowitzki

The clown took it out, took out the dagger, opened a hidden pocket on the inside of the opponent's cuff, and dug out a metal plate buried in the fabric.

"This is a backup positioning device and information card, but due to high-intensity ionizing radiation, the electronic components inside have been scrapped," the clown said.

Even so, this metal plate also serves as an identity plate. In addition to this D-class personnel, there is also a QR code that records some identity information.

Soap took out his communication device, only to find a black and white snowflake on the screen - the radiation in this place is too strong, unless it is a device with protective measures specially designed for strong radiation environments, it is an ordinary electronic device

The precision components inside cannot escape disaster.

The clown glanced at the scrapped communication equipment in Soap's hand, took off his gloves, stroked the lines of the QR code on the nameplate with his thumb, and said directly: "Urich Nowitzki, a D-class personnel of the institute

, number D36512. Gender: Male, born on January 5, 914 in the New Era; former field officer

A soldier of the Artillery Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division of the 4th Mobile Armored Corps was sentenced to death by a military court for escaping from battle and murdering his superior, which in turn resulted in the inability of friendly units to receive support and the annihilation of the entire army. Three days before his execution, on August 947, the New Era

On March 5, he was granted a reserve spot for Class D personnel and the death penalty was cancelled."

"You...you can actually scan codes with your fingers?" Soap glanced at the clown in surprise...but compared with the clown's other abilities, physically reading QR codes is not something outrageous.

The clown ignored Soap and continued reading: "On August 30, 947, New Era, this D-class personnel was selected by Research Group 4507 to participate in a project called 'Human Potential Stimulation Test under Extreme Environments', archive serial number CL2963."

The Joker paused and then said: "I have an impression of this mission. When I was searching for other files in the dark well, I accidentally caught a glimpse of it... On September 2, 947, in the New Era, the first batch of D-class personnel were released.

Arriving at the 'No. 4 Test Site' located in the underground maze, forty-five minutes later, all the vital signs of this batch of D-class personnel returned to zero. The research team immediately dispatched the second batch of D-class personnel to test the first batch of D-class personnel.

The corpses and equipment of D-class personnel were recovered, but the second batch of D-class personnel lost contact less than fifteen minutes after entering the test site. Later, the detection robot only recovered less than half of the corpses of D-class personnel, and the rest failed to

The recovered corpses were determined to have been eaten by mutated creatures in the testing site... This person was one of the second batch of D-class personnel who entered the testing site and lost contact."

"This guy was thrown into this hellish place in the year 947 of the New Era? If that's the case, wouldn't he have been here for more than five years?!" Soap looked at the man named Ulrich in shock.

Nowitzki's "former" D-class personnel, "To be honest, I feel like staying here for five days...no, five hours is a kind of torture. How did he survive here for more than five years?!"

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"Five years..." Ulrich turned his head and stared at Soap - he had to admit that being stared at by such a person who looked exactly like a mummy would indeed make people feel a chill down their spines, but Soap still had the courage to do so.

Responded: "Yes... five years, how did you survive? No other D-class personnel... even survived seventy-two hours..."

"I told others that if we follow the requirements of those white coats, not only will we not be acquitted, but we will die here like the first batch of people." Urich said, "Even if we don't die,

Radiation will also be eaten by the monsters living in this place... I told them that if they want to live, they can only escape. This underground maze is very big, and not all the white coats can be found everywhere.

If we can find an exit to the surface, we can survive."

"Revenge...kill...kill them? Kill...people from the institute?" Ulrich was stunned for a moment. Although five years had passed, the image of the institute in his heart still could not be shaken.

, "How is it possible... It can't be done... Revenge... It's impossible..."

Although the military has very clear restrictions on this type of drugs, drug abuse has been banned repeatedly. Later, the top military officials had a semi-giving up attitude... As long as the troops can exert their combat effectiveness during the war, as for these soldiers

A series of legacy problems that arose after retirement were simply left to other departments to wipe their ass.

"What if I told you there was a chance? Don't you want to give it a try?" Soap patted Ulrich on the shoulder, and at the same time motioned for the clown to loosen the tentacles binding him.

"I...let me think about it..." Ulrich sat down holding the empty syringe and began to remember.

"Are you... also... someone who was... used... by the institute for... experiments?" Ulrich struggled to get such a complete sentence out of his mouth.

The clown nodded and said, "Yes. So, I also want to destroy the institute."

"Don't worry, we are not from the institute." Seeing the hope of communicating with the other party, Zao Zao felt happy and quickly said in as "gentle" tone as possible, "We also accidentally broke into this damn place...

…As for the institute, to be honest, I don’t like those people in white coats either. They all have their eyes above their heads, their brains are not normal, and they don’t take the lives of ordinary people as their fate… These guys deserve to fucking die!”

"Do you want to take revenge on those bastards at the institute? Kill them all? Pay them back a thousand times for what they did to you?" Seeing that his words were effective, Soap continued to use words to induce him.

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Soap and Noir were still whispering, but Urich had already climbed up from the ground, waving his arms crazily and shouting: "Kill them all! Kill them all! No, they should be thrown in too.

Come to this place! We can’t let them die immediately! Yes, that’s what we should do!”

"Test Area 4 is a high-radiation area, very similar to where we are now." The clown explained to Soap and Noir in a low voice, "Moreover, there is a gregarious mutant creature living there that is very aggressive.

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"The final experiment of the 'Human Potential Stimulation Test under Extreme Environment' in Kuroi's archives was a failure, because none of the D-class personnel who were put into the 'No. 4 Proving Ground' could survive seventy-two hours..." The Clown

Said, "But if the research team discovers this person, the final conclusion of the experimental report will probably be completely rewritten."

As Soap said, he also winked at the clown and Nuval - if he wanted to win the favor of the other party, he had to make the other party think that he and he were on the same side, so discrediting the institute was naturally a good choice.

"I remember...at that time, those damn white coats asked me and six other people to go to the test site to recover the bodies of the last batch of unlucky people...They didn't give us any protective equipment, they just gave us a few

A trailer used to hold corpses... As soon as I walked out of the passage, I felt a tingling sensation on my skin..."

"I...I..." Ulrich seemed to want to remember, but he suddenly squatted down with his head in his hands, a look of pain on his face, and his long and sharp nails dug deeply into his scalp.

, bright red blood flowed down his bald head.

"Research Institute...damn it." When Soap said this, Ulrich's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and said in a sharp voice, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Anyone who stays in a place like this for five years will have some mental problems." Noir replied in a low voice, "If it were me, I might be even crazier than him now... No,

If it were me, I wouldn't have lasted five years, I would have committed suicide long ago."

"This guy... is really a deserter." Noir complained in his heart, "When he was a soldier in the field corps, he killed his commander and escaped from the battlefield. Now he has become a D-class cannon fodder, and he still has it in his head.

Thinking about running away all the time..."

Nosebleeds are one of the obvious symptoms of acute radiation sickness. If people with this symptom cannot get treatment in time, they are not far from death.

"Five years!" Ulrich suddenly raised his voice. He stretched out his skinny palm and raised five fingers, "Five years! Do you know how I got here in the past five years?!"

"Surviving in an underground maze for five years while avoiding the detection robots that patrolled back and forth between the pipes...how did you do it?" Noir squatted down and stared at Urich and asked.

"Opportunity? How...how to do it?" Ulrich's eyes widened, he looked at the soap and then at Noir. When he moved his eyes to the clown and saw the tentacles that had not been retracted, he

There was a very obvious change in his expression - not fear, but a feeling of peace of mind.

For Noir, he was disgusted from the bottom of his heart to cowards like Urich who murdered their superiors, disobeyed orders, and escaped from battle, leading to the destruction of all friendly forces. He did not think there was anything wrong with the verdict of the military court at all - after all, who

He also didn’t want such a teammate to be encountered by him... However, this guy was still useful to them now, and he had to suppress the disgust in his heart and listen to Ulrich tell the story.

"We soon found the bodies of those unlucky ones. They seemed to have been attacked by something. The scattered corpses were everywhere...I knew at that time that if we stayed, we would also die and would be with each other.

They are the same." Ulrich continued, "If we want to recover all these corpses, it will take several hours at least... But we just went down, and some people started to have nosebleeds."

"Okay! Everyone in the institute...all deserves to die!" Ulrich suddenly laughed, "Hahahahaha! Everyone! Everyone deserves to die!"

What he handed over was a military stimulant. As someone who had served in the field corps, Zao Zao knew that most soldiers would have some drug addiction problems - not only when the battle was fierce, soldiers would inject

Drugs. They will also choose to use drugs when their mental state is unstable, they are overtired, they have insomnia, or they are addicted to cigarettes, or when their sexual desires cannot be resolved in time.

Of course, the institute itself is indeed quite dark. What Soap said is actually the "truth" and cannot be said to be a deliberate smear campaign.

The liquid medicine was injected into the muscles driven by compressed air, and Ulrich let out a comfortable groan, and his originally rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

"You...you are...people from...the institute?!" Ulrich's language ability is gradually recovering. Although he is no longer struggling, his face is full of panic - of course, his "horror"

"When ordinary people saw his face, they would probably become even more frightened than him.

"Uh, no... I don't know." Soap shook his head crisply.

After seeing the familiar syringe, Ulrich immediately snatched it over, first held it under his nose like a cigarette and sniffed it vigorously, then skillfully unscrewed the protective cover and inserted the needle into his vagina.

arm, and crushed the small glass bubble filled with compressed air at the end of the syringe.

"This guy's mental state... seems a little abnormal." Soap lightly touched Noir with his elbow and said with some concern.

"Don't be impatient, think about it slowly." Soap thought for a while, took out a syringe from his bag, and handed it over, "By the way, I have some good stuff here, do you want... some?"

"Me too, this kind of day is terrifying just thinking about it."

When Soap expressed his position to Urich just now, there was still a trace of suspicion in Urich's eyes, but after seeing the clown's tentacles, this trace of suspicion completely disappeared.

"Well, Ulrich, calm down first. Those people do deserve to die, but if we want to take revenge, we must first find a way to get out of this place." Soap said, "Can you tell me how you survived in this place for five years?

Of?"

As for Soap, he doesn't have so many inner thoughts... He himself can be considered a "escape party". Before participating in this operation, he had planned escape plans and routes more than once...

"Some people are unwilling to run away, saying that running away will only lead to death, so it is better to stay and complete their work." When Ulrich said this, there was a trace of disdain and hatred on his face, "How did they know that those in white coats were coming from behind?

They had no intention of letting us live from the beginning... They even planned to report us in an attempt to 'make meritorious deeds' in this way and gain a chance of survival."

"Then what happened next?" Soap already guessed what was going to happen next, "You killed them all?"

"Yes, we killed those who wanted to raise the alarm, and then fled to the depths of the underground labyrinth... Many people died... They all died... I am the only one who survived."
Chapter completed!