The casino security guards were pulled away and replaced by a uniform team of people armed with weapons. They wore helmets and were well-trained.
One of them opened a suitcase with three stacked C's on it and loaded the capsule-shaped special bullet into the muzzle of his gun.
Biochemical weapons, Tang Rou recognized the symbol.
Why are there biological and chemical weapons here?
What... exactly is this place?
With a series of terrifying gunshots, the man who was still sucking blood was instantly beaten into a sieve.
Tang Rou lowered the young man's head, crawled quietly under the table and walked out.
The people in the casino were evacuated at some point. The waiter who was thrown to the floor earlier had his face covered in blood. He was frightened and turned his head around, just in time to catch Tang Rou's eyes under the table.
The other party slowly opened his eyes, and Tang Rou had a bad premonition in her heart.
Sure enough, in the next second, the waiter's face was as dense and ferocious as a living insect, and large streams of thick black blood gushed out from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose.
Facing Tang Rou, he vomited blood and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help me!"
Mutated.
She watched helplessly as a human turned into a bloody monster in front of her.
This cry of despair immediately attracted the attention of those people.
Tang Rou almost suffocated, and when she looked outside, she was caught off guard and met a pair of malicious eyes from a distance.
It only took her a moment to recognize that it was mica.
This time it turned into a man holding a weapon, standing in the middle of the team, showing a weird smile, raising his hand high, holding his index and middle fingers together, and swiping forward.
The armed men beside him immediately got the signal and rushed over with weapons in hand.
"Walk!"
Tang Rou's first reaction was to push away the young man who was as weak as a dodder flower. He was wrapped in a large tablecloth and was pushed out by Tang Rou.
Following her strength, he quickly ran out from under the table and ran out along the cleared corridor.
There were countless portraits hanging on the walls, like the portraits of the boss of a casino. Tang Rou was not in the mood to appreciate it. The sound of footsteps chasing after her came from behind, disrupting her mood.
With a click, Tang Rou heard the sound of loading the gun, and cold steel crisscrossed across it, opening the safety buckle.
She turned around and saw that the waiter behind her had stopped vomiting blood, completely lost her human outline, and turned into a monster with giant sickle-shaped forelimbs.
At the same time, Tang Rou also saw the dark muzzle behind it.
Mica turned into a mercenary, holding a gun and smiling at her with his dark eyes.
It wants her to die.
Die by human bullets.
Tang Rou realized that danger was approaching, but her first reaction was to look forward.
The young man in front of him couldn't hear the sound, and he couldn't dodge. He had no sense of defense. He just ran away because Tang Rou told him to run.
Jellyfish, her jellyfish.
In just one second, the moment the opponent pulls the trigger, the body takes precedence over the mind.
With a bang, Tang Rou stood in front of the young man, her body staggered and fell like a seriously injured bird.
The young man stopped, his indigo eyes searched around, and stopped blankly on Tang Rou who fell to the ground.
"Let's go." She said coldly, her tone more serious than ever.
The sound of loading sounded again.
Accompanied by this, there was also the blood-curdling roar of the waiter who turned into a monster.
"Let's go!" Tang Rou's eyes turned black.
But the young man was not as obedient as usual. He knelt down on one knee in front of Tang Rou, lowered his eyes and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly through the rubber glove.
She opened her eyes and met the boy's beautiful indigo eyes.
The pear dimple that had been hanging on his lips since he saw her disappeared. He looked a little sad and shook his head firmly at her.
The ferocious monster came to the front in a few breaths and raised its terrifying forelimbs.
Half of Tang Rou's body was feeling strangely hot, and she raised her arms to block the boy.
The young man stood up and slowly took off his gloves.
The movements are gentle and show a sense of elegance.
Tang Rou shouted, "Don't go there!"
At the same time, the young man raised his hand without looking, and accurately grasped the monster's front limbs as it approached.
When I saw the thing that didn't look like a human arm, it instantly turned black and purple, bursting and boiling like boiling water, and the skin was rotten.
The monster roared and pinched his neck, looking very painful.
Tang Rou was stunned.
The young man had turned around, his soft eyes still falling on her.
Ethereal like melting snow.
Tang Rou pressed her shoulder, which was full of burning sensation, and was speechless.
The silver-white thin threads on his body were like spider silk, floating in the corridor, and the mercenaries holding weapons fell to the ground without even knowing what was happening.
I don’t know when the mica disappeared.
When the monster fell to the ground and turned into blood, the corridor became quiet again.
The place was a mess.
The young man disconnected the thread and slowly put his gloves back on.
He squatted beside her and raised his hand to help her up.
Tang Rou's body was paralyzed by the biochemical weapon, unable to move, and her face turned pale.
This corridor now looks even scarier than in horror movies. The poison of the jellyfish has mutated and melted the corpses, leaving sets of uniforms soaked in blood on the floor.
No one survived.
However, the young man was gentle and harmless, looking a little sad. He looked at the shoulder in her hand with his fine eyelashes hanging down, trembling uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Tang Rou understood what he meant and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."
This is not a dodder flower, this is a highly poisonous piranha flower.
.
The boy helped her to the sofa in the booth, lying on her back.
An hour later, Tang Rou's skin began to ulcerate.
Starting from her shoulders, the skin was stuck to her clothes as if it had been burned by fire. She wanted to tear it open to see the wound, but she felt a heartbreaking pain.
It was the biochemical weapon bullet that caused abnormal changes in her body.
The young man stood by her side, his face extremely pale, dying of lack of water, and his ethereal and beautiful face was full of sadness.
The two of them were still hiding in the dark casino that had been cleared. There was no light coming through, and Tang Rou felt that her vision was extremely dim.
too dark.
"Yue, go take a dip in that reservoir." She said softly.
The young man shook his head, curled her hair, kissed her quietly, and stepped away. His secret joy was suppressed by sadness, and he looked at her shoulders and felt helpless.
Tang Rou didn't know what she looked like, but from the corner of her eye she saw her arms. The skin was rotten and so ugly that she didn't want to take another look.
Vision becomes darker.
She guessed that her body might not be able to hold on any longer and might collapse because of this life weapon.
Even though the bullet only penetrated the shoulder, no vital damage was done.
I'm afraid Narcissus won't come.
Tang Rou recalled the fleeting distortion of space when she and Liz fell from the ground.
It seems that this place and the earthly world are separated by some special force.
There were mutant creatures stationed at the door, which were controlled by humans. She guessed that the people who ran this place had mastered a large number of mutant creatures and used some special means to make them serve this underground market.
What secrets are involved here? Why are there still a large number of biological and chemical weapons?
too dark.
Tang Rou noticed something and said to the quiet young man, "Go get the tablecloth we just left under the table."
The young man reacted for a while and stood up according to the words, but she easily pushed him away.
He left with his front foot, and Tang Rou felt a strange aura on his back foot.
Mica left and came back again, squatting down in front of her with a smile.
"You are still alive, is it because of his blood?"
"Whose blood?" Tang Rou frowned.
A large amount of mist poured out of it.
Before losing consciousness, Tang Rou heard it say happily, "It would be better for you to die in the hands of your companions."