When Gray pulled out the blood collection needle from Colin's body, she found that there was still metal fixing his body.
When I walked around to the back, I saw that there were about twenty iron hooks connected with springs, used to expand the two huge bloody holes on his back. With the continuous gurgling sound, blood was constantly seeping out, and you could see the...
The broken ribs also turned out like wings.
As for what’s inside…
When the lancet was pulled out, Colin's demonic suggestion gradually began to take effect. However, he was awakened from the state of exhaustion due to his strength. The injury could not be restored in an instant, but it was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gray was not soft-hearted and quickly removed the iron hooks. Every time one of them was pulled off, a little bit of flesh was pulled off.
But just like a person who has lost his nerve perception, when the hooks were removed and scratched or torn the skin, Colin did not react much and only frowned a little.
It was as if the connection between the soul and the body was weakened. At the moment of losing its stability, Colin's body fell forward. Gray held her up, her expression became more and more serious.
If Colin loses his ability to move, he will not be able to leave with a burden.
But Colin must not die. Although the Countermeasures Bureau has studied countless samples, there has never been one as special as Colin.
"You'd better have backup."
To Colin's surprise, it was Gray who came to save him. As the head of Section 11 of the Countermeasures Bureau, she had far more important things to do.
I have seen what the man in sunglasses can do, and it is definitely not something I can deal with now.
And Gray is not even an infected person, she is just an ordinary person.
"Can I still leave? I want a true answer."
Gray opened the curtains, removed the panels blocking the windows, and pushed open the glass sash. The sound of rain quickly poured into the house.
Colin nodded, used his strength to restore the tendons of his wrists and legs first, and stood with great difficulty.
Gray just hesitated for a second and said: "Get out of the window quickly. There is a motorcycle on the road. There is no time to waste time."
If we wait for backup, considering the bad weather and lifting problems, it will take fifteen minutes no matter how fast. The killer may come back at any time, maybe in a few seconds.
"And you."
Colin couldn't believe that a woman who had killed him twice would make such a decision.
"Don't ask, this is an order."
Gray glanced at the entrance to the library. At this moment, she couldn't waste even half a second.
"Then we're settled, Gray."
Colin sneered.
It is not only a confrontation in strength, but also a confrontation in belief. Colin does not believe this kind of nonsense at all. He has an intuition that Gray will never do this for an ordinary agent. Perhaps it is because he discovered that he is
pt-type infected people are very valuable to the countermeasures bureau.
However, such an answer reassured Gray. She guessed what Colin was referring to, but there was nothing she could do about it. The probability of having a controllable infected person was too small. It was only a very small group of people. If it was just like an ice cream shop
It would be child's play to recruit employees to fight SCT.
"Go quickly."
Gray aimed his small submachine gun at the library entrance.
Colin didn't waste any time, climbed over the window and jumped out, limping deep into the dense forest.
About ten seconds passed.
Colin was nowhere to be seen. The stone in Gray's heart dropped. She held her breath and stared at the entrance expressionlessly.
From the beginning to now, it all took less than a minute.
Randy went out to check to no avail. When he returned to the library, he saw an unexpected sight.
"It looks like we really caught a big fish."
"The head of Section 11 of the Countermeasures Bureau, Gray."
"You would deign to take action yourself."
Randy was a little excited and did not expect that the harvest would be so huge.
He bowed deeply and gracefully, placing his palms on his heart as a gift.
"Let's talk about what SCT has promised you. Maybe we can still negotiate."
Gray understood deeply that these crazy people couldn't communicate at all, and she was just buying time for Colin.
"It's a pity... sct promised me nothing. Those boxes of banknotes are just waste paper to me and are of no use at all."
"They were just good at finding it for me."
"A strong soul."
Randy took a deep sniff, but still didn't smell the smell of longing.
"Sure enough, unlike those politicians, you are not the kind of handsome person who does clerical work in the office."
"With this superb psychological quality, there was no mood swings on the way to here."
"That's why I didn't find you."
This made Randy extremely strange. Among all the women he had seen, she was the most special one. Even the so-called special operations soldiers, men, were far weaker than her.
As far as Gray is concerned, the more Randy talks, the better.
"Is it."
"In this case, are the people in SCT dissatisfied with you? Those guys are not inferior to you."
Gray is always ready to pull the trigger.
"Those scum emitted a monstrous stench, like rotten fruit pulp, growing mold and maggots."
"Killing them will only make people feel happy and at peace."
"..."
"What a fallacy."
Randy's face showed endless guilt, but it was mixed with ulterior secret pleasure.
When the light from the wire just flashed out, Gray was keenly aware of it and quickly moved to the side, but still couldn't dodge the swift blow.
The blade cut along Gray's left shoulder blade, but because of his timely reaction, he did not cut off all of it. He only cut off about three-quarters of the upper arm, but all the bones had been cut, leaving only a few inches of flesh and fascia.
Sticking to the drooped severed arm.
Da da da……
Gray expressionlessly used his other arm to pull the trigger of the submachine gun. Smoke filled the air, the bullet shells came out crazily, and all the ammunition containing neurotoxins hit the target, all pouring on Randy.
"Some agent should have informed you about my immunity to special ammunition before he died."
"I see……"
"Your infected subordinates have no loyalty at all and are just tools coerced by the situation. They have no subjective initiative at all and are just hawks hindered by the threat of death."
After being hit by dozens of bullets, Randy's body was ignited with fierce blue flames, but they were all extinguished by him in a few slaps.
"Although I have absolutely no interest in ideological disputes."
"But I can understand this phenomenon as..."
"Will truth always defeat might?"
"Or... they are just cowards who are scared to death."
"That's even more terrifying, Ms. Grey. I don't know how some cowards... can fight against it."
"Those madmen!"
Randy made a show gesture, indicating to Gray to watch the six agents he had killed in the room.
"Shut up..."
Click...
With a clear crisp sound.
In order not to let the broken arm hinder his actions, Gray showed no expression and directly tore off the broken arm that was hanging down by his side, stretching the fascia and flesh that was still connected, and threw it on the ground like discarded waste.
Hua Hua Hua...
Extremely painful blood gushed out from the wound.
"anger……"
"Let me guess right! Ms. Grey!"
boom!
As Gray pressed the detonator, the clay bomb she had installed on the wall at the entrance of the room was detonated. The violent shock wave and heat wave lifted all the floors. All the books in the library were burned, and all the glass was shattered, along with all the furniture in the room.
The furnishings and furnishings were clattering against each other.
It also directly exploded half of Randy's body, causing him to fly backwards.
Even though Gray was far away, he was knocked back a few steps by the impact.
This is not over yet.
Gray held the small submachine gun between his teeth and used one arm to change the magazine of the gun with great speed.
Then he continued to shoot wildly at Randy's body.
A box of magazines is finished.
Then another box.
The sky was filled with flames and the sound of machine gunfire was endless.
Until half of Randy's body began to burn with fire, and it seemed that he could no longer recover. These flames burned the entire room at the same time, sending out billowing smoke.
Gray's face was covered with black dust, and the bomb's impact fragments cut through her forehead and flowed down her eyebrows to her chin.
She gasped, turned around, and prepared to leave.
Kaka...
Two wire blades came out and immediately wrapped around the knees of Gray's legs.
A crunching sound was heard.
Her two lower legs were directly removed, and her whole body suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground. The huge amount of bleeding from the wound made her facial skin extremely pale.
And what Randy said next.
"Do you think I'm that stupid, Ms. Grey, to chat with you when every second counts?"
"You don't know anything about men."
"Besides, he is still a tough guy."
"A real man, even if the end of the world comes, will not leave a woman and run away alone."
Randy's tone was extremely confident, as if he had determined everything.
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
Gray's tone was trembling, it was too cold, as if she was on the top of a snow-capped mountain, the loss of blood made her feel cold.
I'm about to die.
"Come out! Colin! Use your strongest means!"
Randy's skin was completely burned, and the metal gradually formed the other half of his body. He knew that there was no time for pleasure. Backup from the Countermeasures Bureau would arrive in less than ten minutes. Gray was by no means without backup.
Pain no longer matters to Colin.
Water jet.
It is a special method originating from the aerospace and military industry. It injects garnet, emery, and other auxiliary materials into high-pressure water for cutting.
Its pressure can reach hundreds of megapascals, and it can cut through the hardest alloys.
Use blood as water and bones as sand.
The ultimate pain spread from his palms to his whole body, but it meant nothing to Colin.
"Go to hell."
Colin turned his palm into a knife, and the surging blood mixed with bone sand spurted out, forming a bright red terrifying guillotine, and slashed towards Randy.
But this man named Randy.
Too scary.
He poured power into his arm, and when he swung the bright red guillotine up, there was only a clanging sound of gold and iron, and a few sparks flashed out.
No more.
"You're pushing a boulder."
"But the boulder is too heavy."
"Every time I don't reach the top of the mountain, I fall down again, and all my previous efforts are wasted."
"This is a seed, a seed hidden in your heart."
"If we meet again, I can smell..."
"Although that is just my naive conjecture, if this is really the case..."
"What an ultimate fragrance that is."
The lenses of Randy's sunglasses reflected the burning house, the dripping flesh and blood, and Colin's stiff face.
Reflected in purgatory.
Click, click, click...
Thousands of wires poured out of Randy's body, and the torn and shattered metal storm crazily tore through everything around him.
