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Two hundred and six chapters death fantasy (thirty-eight)

Banxia woke up at a very bad time.

She finally understood why Hai Wuya and Tan Lang looked like they had eaten shit when they returned to the spiritual space.

The depressing feeling of body switching is ten times more uncomfortable than a cold.

She looked helplessly at the several researchers who were bound and gagged in front of her. It was obvious that they were all in a state of unconsciousness.

You can tell which pervert did it just by looking at it with your butt.

According to the map that Jian Yan left in her mental space, her current location is probably near the basement, but...

This seems to be different from what they discussed.

Deafening gunshots and screams were heard all around, but they were all coming from the ground floor...

Obviously, the two parties have already started fighting at this time...and this...is probably a good thing to do simply.

There are no emails on the phone either.

"What's going on? This is..."

Banxia looked around and could only put life-saving as his primary goal.

"Who's there!"

Behind him were several researchers shouting questions.

The house leaked and it rained all night...

Knowing that she was wearing a mask, Banxia didn't do much, she just turned her head and reluctantly said:

"The patrols on the third floor are our own."

"Third-level patrol?"

The two researchers looked at each other, but their expressions suddenly became tense.

Anthony had clearly issued a notice in the name of the commander-in-chief. This so-called third-level patrol was the traitor who kidnapped Glenn!

They only whispered something to each other in a low voice, but Banxia completely listened to them.

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the two of them, Banxia made a quick decision, moved a little, then turned around and walked into the corner corridor!

"Jian... do you want to let go of the shopkeeper like this?"

Banxia was completely unable to complain at this moment. She didn't explain anything or explain anything, and just left in such a grand manner?

What kind of thing is this...

However, compared with these, Banxia thought of another possibility at this time - Jian Jian had no intention of "cooperating" from beginning to end. He simply wanted to complete the game independently.

But objectively speaking, Jian Jian does have this capital. At least now, almost all the survival capital that Greg has obtained in the research center is calculated by Jian Jian, although Greedy Wolf also has a small part of the credit.

It can be said that if this was a single-player game, I'm afraid Jian Yi would have been out long ago.

Gunshots were heard constantly, but Banxia knew very well that the other party had a common goal - her.

Once both parties find themselves on the other side, they will immediately put aside their grudges and work together.



While Banxia was carefully avoiding the pursuit of both sides, at the same time, the basement, which had been used as a combat command room, was in an uproar.

Now, Anthony personally led people out to search for Greg and exchange fire with the mercenary team, while a very small number of people escaped from the research center to find reinforcements.

So at this moment, the only ones left in the basement waiting for the government's reply...are the dozen or so people from the Security Department.

At this time, they were torturing a captured mercenary who had been shot in the arm and was screaming in agony with a pale face.

"Say or not?"

"I...ah!!!"

The screams were endless.

"Don't tell me!"

Another whipping service.

"I said, I said it's not okay..."

"What did you say? Louder!"

The whip fell hard on the man again.

"Don't, don't fight, I said, I said it's not okay!"

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that the mercenary didn't seem to want to speak, the researcher from the security department also felt that he had been tricked:

"...you'd rather say that."

"You...you didn't ask, what did you want me to say?" The mercenary was very angry, even a little aggrieved; "Just hit me, how do I know what you want to ask?! Just say I'm going to do it or not."

If you don’t ask, how do I know what to answer? You ask, ask, ask! If you don’t even ask, am I a roundworm?”

"Forehead……"

Director of the Security Department Stotts looked at a researcher on the side with a surprised look:

"Didn't you ask?"

"this……"

The researcher also looked embarrassed: "Well, director, I thought you had finished asking questions..."

"you--"

Stotts was so angry that he wanted to hit him with the baton in his hand, but considering that there was no extra time at this time, he put on a smile and faced the mercenary: "Where is Greg?"

...Have you found him yet?"

It should be noted that the mercenary profession is not as organized and disciplined as in the TV series, or even as loyal as a green forest hero.

This group of people generally vote for whoever pays the most. There is no concept of "primary and secondary" and "monarch and minister" in Confucianism. So in fact, although they do have a certain degree of organization, they will even have a boss who will lead them.

form a whole, but once they encounter a bid that is far higher than that of the mercenary team, then...

Then these people will abandon the concept of the so-called organization and immediately switch to the higher bidder.

As the saying goes, good birds choose trees to roost, and good ministers choose their masters. This sentence can be used repeatedly among mercenaries. Therefore, compared with the so-called domestic slaves of three surnames such as Lu Bu and Durant who surrendered to the enemy, how can they be compared with them?

Still much weaker.

After all, it’s hard to believe that if you offer them 10 million to kill your enemy, they can backhand you with the 20 million your enemy gives you.

Especially in such a turbulent zombie era, credibility is a very precious thing, and the spirit of contract is even rarer than a giant panda... Therefore, betrayal by mercenaries is too common, let alone when their lives are directly threatened.

Back to business.

After taking a few breaths, the tied mercenary slowly spoke: "We only know that he killed the patrol on the third floor before, and then disappeared without a trace."

"Patrol on the third floor???"

This sentence immediately confused Stotts and several researchers on the side.

"Director, the person who kidnapped Director Glenn earlier...is the guy he mentioned, right? Is it haunted?"

"Don't be anxious. Why are you so impatient every time you do something?"

Stotts first asked to calm people down: "There are three patrol areas on these three floors. Does anyone know which one they are?"

Perhaps he understood Stotts' explanation. The tied mercenary thought for a moment and then hurriedly added: "The other two patrols were there at the time. Judging from this, the one who died should be the patrol in Area A."

, that’s the bald one.”

Stotts didn't realize who it was in the first half of the sentence, but he immediately understood the second half.

As soon as these words came out, the entire underground conference room fell into a deadly silence.

Stotts and the subordinate who had spoken so rashly looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces!

Because the man who kidnapped Glenn at that time was wearing a zone A patrol badge!

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