One hundred and eighty-eight chapters death fantasy (twenty)
If the single-player mode is smooth sailing next, it will be much simpler. He only needs to meet the biggest leader here, then use the blasphemous eye to transform into the opponent, and then walk out swaggeringly...
But Discord won't let him leave so easily...
Especially with a background of multiple personalities.
He doesn't have much time left.
Before switching personalities, he must leave enough room for his teammates to survive, or at least get out of this hellish place...
Jian Jian picked up a white chemical protective suit that was enough to cover himself in the disinfection room, put it on his body and walked out of the gate slowly, as if nothing had happened.
As he put away the permission card, the door opened again,
Of course, when they saw him walking out of the gate, the gun-wielding soldiers on both sides didn't say anything. They obviously mistook him for the Mitchell Logano who had delivered the food earlier... No one would have thought that a child could subdue a young man.
A cleaner in his prime, especially in such a closed environment.
Even obtaining tools is a big problem, let alone fighting against an adult whose abilities far exceed his own.
As long as these people have a little professional ethics to check who is in the chemical protective suit, or go in and take a look, they will not leave so easily... It can only be said that mercenaries are really just paid and left.
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The reason why the government does not use its own people is also very simple... all those who can fight have been deployed to the front line to fight against zombies. The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled are all reserve forces who can bluff people and fill up their data. How can they get combat effectiveness?
Given the quality of this group of people, if someone were to cause trouble, they would just perform a French military salute in a few seconds, instead of setting up a fully automatic machine gun.
Jian Yi walked out of the front door in such a swaggering manner that no one even looked at him.
At this time, he suddenly felt sad for the unlucky Mitchell Logano:
Is this guy usually so insignificant?
But now he has no time to think about these endless things. The most important thing is how to ensure the safety of this body before switching personalities, and how to hand over information to the next teammate who controls the body.
According to normal mental science, when a certain personality controls the body, other personalities have no memory or impression of this time at all.
In other words, the next personality that takes over the body can only rely on brainstorming or text communication about the experience of the other personality during this period... The handover requires a transition process, and they have to spend some time adapting to the current situation...
"Wait a moment..." Jian Yi turned the corner and suddenly realized the problem with this terrain.
There is a big sign hanging on the opposite wall: F2 (second floor), and the room opposite has no door and is directly open.
I briefly checked the situation nearby and walked straight in after confirming that there was no surveillance.
Inside is a utility room.
But on the other side, the corner of the stairs leads directly to the stairwell going to the next floor, and there are obvious signs of repair...
"Isn't this the research center of the Biochemical City?"
Jian Yan's impression of this famous scene couldn't be more profound. This was the arsenal where he controlled the tyrant to kill Erwu Luoye and blow up the passage!
It's just that it has been converted into a utility room now.
So, the government directly appropriated the renovation research center?
Do tyrants still exist?
But when all the tyrants were released, even if the government could catch one, it would only be left over from someone else's use. The government could only destroy them, but not use them.
Jian Jian took out his phone and looked at the time. There were 7 minutes left before 12:15.
As for a secret place, one of the places he thought of was...the toilet.
Thanks to the ideological influence of a certain man named the surname, the smelly area of the toilet has become a special kind of holy place. Although it is indeed dirty, it bears important responsibilities.
Not only is it responsible for the end of all things, but it has also been criticized and joked about, and has even been condemned as a representative of filth and disgust. However, it works hard without complaining, without a word of complaint. It really saddens the listeners and sheds tears.
I can't help but sigh...
Okay, I'm going too far.
Speaking of toilets, under normal circumstances, as long as your colleagues are not seriously ill, they will not open the toilet door to check.
Of course, if he is male ketone, that would be a different matter.
Excluding this extremely low probability situation, this is almost the best choice.
Relying on her memory, Jian Jian did not go down the stairs from behind the utility room, but walked out of the utility room and walked straight ahead.
Even if the government rebuilds the research center, it will generally not make major changes. Equipment such as drainage pipes and sewage pipes are particularly stable and there will basically be no major changes. Otherwise, a huge amount of work will be generated.
Based on this, a simple guess is that the root of human beings is laziness.
To put it simply, he is lazy.
If there are ready-made ones, why don’t you design them yourself?
This kind of appropriationism is not uncommon in modern society.
"etc!"
A man's voice came from behind.
"Male, rough voice, about thirty-three years old..."
Jian Yi quickly made a judgment on him, but did not act rashly.
"Why wear chemical protective clothing outside the work area?"
How to answer this?
It's so easy that you don't even understand the other person's thoughts within a few seconds.
In your place, do you take off your chemical protective clothing whenever you leave the laboratory?
Isn’t this self-deception???
Although he has a certain understanding of these so-called brick-and-mortar beasts, Jian Jian obviously underestimated the people of country A who always like to work superficially...
Therefore, he could only reply in a low voice: "For safety reasons."
"For safety reasons? Do you mean that this research center is unsafe after leaving the laboratory? Answer me, cleaner!"
"..."
Jian Yi turned around, adjusted her perspective, and finally saw the man in front of her clearly:
There is a bare plain on the top of the head, with a few unyielding hair strands remaining around it, which is a typical Mediterranean hairstyle.
His facial lines were stiff and angular, making him look more like a zombie than a zombie. His withered muscles made him look like an unsealed mummy, and his bacon-like skin was simply unflattering.
He was wearing a white lab coat, which was spotlessly washed, and a brown round-neck sweater. In the breast pocket was a bottle of Versace perfume, full of petty bourgeoisie.
"Thirty-three years old, with a programmer's haircut, and a beauty-loving man who is extremely concerned about the outside world's opinions..."
Normally, Jian Yi would definitely take advantage of these flaws to ridicule this man and expose his psychological condition completely.
But in most cases, if you don't argue with your leader, it's not because you can't argue, but because he is your leader...
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