Corpses, corpses, corpses, Tang Ji almost stepped on the corpses on the ground and crossed this path. It seemed that a massacre had occurred here. Among the corpses were soldiers and more civilians.
There were no external injuries on the bodies of these people, and their expressions were not that ferocious. It looked more like they had been attacked by some kind of unexpected attack.
For example...toxic gas, or toxic radiation.
Tang Ji knocked on his helmet. It might be that a certain chip was burned out, but there was still no response. This thing should have automatically detected the surrounding gas environment to switch to fully enclosed mode.
But now it was obviously unable to complete its job, and the one-piece eyepiece that was out of power also hindered Tang Ji's vision in the night.
Tang Ji sighed, hung his high-end goods on his backpack, and picked up the other party's old goods from the corpse of a soldier, as well as a gas mask that looked older than himself.
The gunfire that became fierce again was only a few dozen meters away from Tang Ji. The screams that roared past from time to time were being planned to clear the fixed firepower points in the 13th district.
Avalon, this name was specially marked by Mikkelsen, a very powerful super human. Mikkelsen even believed that Avalon was stronger than Greed in terms of pure combat power.
It's just that his ability is too single. Without the spear, he is just a stronger man than ordinary people. There are too many ways to kill him.
But now, Tang Ji witnessed Avalon's powerful side with his own eyes. He suddenly heard a series of explosions above his head, and the whole building began to shake.
The next second, the fierce counter-fire from the front suddenly stopped. Tang Ji wasted no time and quickly bypassed the building with the sound of bricks and debris falling from the building.
This time, he saw both sides of the firefight. On one side were gunmen with desperate faces, and on the other side were three superhumans with ferocious faces.
It was too easy to tell them apart. The superhuman closest to Tang Ji only wore a pair of pants, and his upper body was covered with symbolic tattoos. An ominous light was constantly traveling along the tattoos, making him look very dangerous.
Sure enough, with the superhuman's roar, a ray of purple light was gathered from the collection of tattoo patterns on his chest and launched out.
It was a purple beam of light with a diameter of more than twenty centimeters. As the superhuman moved slightly, all the soldiers who were directly hit by the light fell silently.
The soldiers' counterattack became meaningless in front of the umbrella-shaped shield held up by another female superhuman.
Whenever the tattooed man shines again, the woman will tacitly close the shield, and an armored warrior wearing metal armor and holding a sword and shield will silently stand next to the tattooed man, protecting him in this gap.
The bullets fired by the few brave men who took advantage of this gap became meaningless under the protection of the armored warriors.
Piu! Piu!
Tang Ji hid in the corner and fired two shots from behind. The first shot penetrated the tattooed man's temple from the left side. When the bullet passed through the right side of the tattooed man's head, it directly tore apart most of his face, leaving the inside
His brain tissue turned into pus and poured all over the floor.
The second shot passed along the left side of the chest, piercing the entire chest, including the tattooed man's right hand. The tattoos on his body were like flashlights filled with electricity, suddenly bursting out with strong light, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight.
"Horse!" In a sense of crisis, Tang Ji closed his eyes almost the moment all this happened and put the reinforced cloak in front of him.
The thick paint layer of the Mimic Cloak was heated and melted as if facing the sun. Tang Ji could even hear the sound of the paint layer slowly sliding down the substrate.
The gray-black flames became active in the cloak, attached to the surface of Tang Ji's body, and then quickly spread to the back of the cloak.
All this ended within two seconds. When Tang Ji lifted his cloak, only a piece of scorched black was left where the tattooed man once stood, and the armored warrior was still guarding him.
It's just that the entire armor was burned red, looking like a huge cigarette butt in the dark night, and the disgusting smell of meat was constantly wafting out of the helmet's viewing hole.
The female superhuman fell five meters away. Half of her clothes had melted and were mixed with flesh and blood. The superhuman's tenacious vitality allowed her to still breathe, but that was all.
Her facial features have melted into a ball, her lens has disappeared, and she has been deprived of even the right to express pain.
Tang Ji did not let her continue to suffer, and took out the prelude to relieve her pain.
What made Tang Ji regretful was that he could not find any survivors among the Taha gang armed forces. The tattooed man died naked at the end and killed all the survivors.
Even if someone hid behind the reinforced concrete, he would not be spared. Obviously, the light did not cause damage by heat alone. Tang Ji's flame of revenge neutralized the less "common sense" parts for him.
There were a total of thirty-five identifiable corpses on the simple position, but there was no working communication equipment and no map. Tang Ji could only continue on the road and try to find other leaders.
Tang Ji looked back at the separation wall in the distance. He knew that he would not be able to get the fire support of the sniper team for the time being. Shadow's experimental electromagnetic sniper rifle would not be able to survive. It was a luxury for them to even get in touch now.
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On the other side, Organa has entered this mysterious underground world along the underground passage. The environment here is just like the surface of District 13, with the same wasteland wind.
The metal walls are made of various scrap metals. There are explosion-proof lights only a few meters apart. The only three-meter-wide passage is divided into two halves by a narrow track.
Both sides of the passage are filled with small grids of only a few square meters, and the materials that separate these grids are different.
Organa saw a family of three gathered together, heating hot water on the electric stove in the cubicle, and disinfecting bloody bandages. The materials they used to separate the room from their neighbors were two spring beds and half a fishing net.
On the other side, a fat man with a big belly had blocked the entrance to the cubicle with a greasy wooden table, and skillfully took out an iron cage from under the table. The cage was full of fat people.
of mice.
The butcher's knife and iron hook hanging on the table by the pot-bellied man made his profession self-evident, and the materials he used as walls were two real brick walls.
Organa suppressed her nausea. She didn't want to know the last whereabouts of these mice, she just quickened her pace and continued moving forward.
Obviously the people here are no strangers to the underground, they have even divided their own territory here long ago.
At this time, Organa heard a creaking sound coming from behind, and hurriedly moved herself in the direction of the cubicle like other passers-by.
Guchu
An electric-driven car that looked like a small truck used to transport coal in a mine just passed through the crowd.
The driver of this electric train was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with a hint of excitement on his face. Obviously, in his eyes, what was happening above was not as important as his ability to drive the train.
A long series of carriages are filled with food and water, and children the same size as the driver throw the same amount of food to the owner of each compartment when the train passes by the compartments.
As for those unoccupied cubicles, no one paid attention to them.
Organa quickly followed the train. Because she had to distribute supplies, she didn't drive very fast, and there would be other children climbing on the train along the way. Apparently their goal was deeper in the underground world.
She followed the train for fifteen minutes and passed a total of 400 pairs of cubicles, 279 of which were occupied by people.
Organa made a rough estimate of the population, and found that nearly five hundred people had already lived in this section of the underground corridor. If you didn't care about its shabby appearance, this place could definitely be regarded as a qualified underground bunker.
It even looks like the inside of a submarine, separated into different areas by sealed doors!
At the end of the underground corridor, she saw a circular sealed door with a diameter of three and a half meters. Organa immediately realized that the scale of this place was far larger than she had imagined.
There were armed soldiers guarding the seals in front of them. They were obviously familiar with the driver of the train, and they smiled and asked him if he had distributed all the supplies.
Organa knew that even if there was a surveillance system here, it must have been damaged in the previous EMP attack, so she was not worried about being discovered by peeking at the guards and sealed doors. She just pretended to be interested in the items for sale in a cubicle.
Continue to think about how to enter the next area.
She has checked all four hundred cubicles here. Lindsay and Wang Zhengdao are not here, and neither is the cunning woman.
Organa looked at the body of the small train and then looked at her own size. Obviously, there was a reason why the Taha gang used children to drive it.
Unless those guards were all blind, there was no way Organa could have stuffed herself into that cart without being discovered.
"You're new, you've just been here?" The owner of the cubicle is a fair-skinned man who is incompatible with the environment here.
Organa didn't say anything but nodded. The man continued: "Have you ever killed anyone? Very good. I think we can help each other."
"Want to go inside?" The man glanced at the opening sealed door, and then at Organa: "I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you want to do when you go in. I just want you to know that I can let you
Go in."
"What do you want?" Organa looked at this strange man and felt a bit familiar, so she asked: "You seem to be a smart person, and smart people should pretend to be stupid at this time."
"Don't be nervous, I've only just arrived, but I have a way inside." The man shrugged and said nonchalantly: "When I came down just now, a superhuman with wings fell from the sky and took away the people in front of me.
, it was thrown directly from the sky, it was so miserable..."
The man curled his lips, obviously not caring about the danger just now: "I guess it won't take long for those superhumans to find the underground entrance here. Those doors and gunmen can't stop them. For the safety of my life, I
You have to keep walking in."
"So? Why do you want to help me?" Organa asked again, she became interested in this man.
"I need a bodyguard, and you look like an elite figure in this industry." The man pointed to Organa's hand: "Your behavior and habits are exactly the same as my previous bodyguards. In this era of chaos, there is a person
Being able to protect me will make me feel more secure."
"You guessed it right, but how can I trust you to take me in?" Organa now knew why she looked familiar to him, and gritted her teeth and said, "Naturalized person, Marcin Cooper!"
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"No response, no response at all!" The Saint kept checking his communicator and helmet, but they all died peacefully.
Shadow did not speak. He just stroked his Ice Explosion Sniper Rifle in silence. The heavy texture and brushed surface all proved its noble lineage.
But now, the gun was lifeless in his arms, no longer as ferocious as it once was.
Not only that, Shadow's prosthetic eye also flashed a spark from time to time, although he had suffered this kind of loss once before, and when replacing the new prosthetic eye, he specifically focused on preventing electromagnetic interference.
However, the size of this kind of precision prosthetic limb is limited, and its anti-interference ability has its limit. An EMP attack of the scale just now has obviously exceeded its endurance limit.
Fortunately, the backup system of the prosthetic eye can still continue to work, but compared with the main system, it is like the difference between a discrete graphics card and an integrated graphics card.
At this time, the world in Shadow's eyes was only black and white, and the edges and corners of objects were full of rough mosaics, and from time to time a snowflake would flash through.
This gap caused the brain that received the image signal from the prosthetic eye to continuously protest. Waves of dizziness made Shadow feel nauseous. He was able to restrain this physiological reaction solely by willpower.
"You don't look good. Were you injured when you landed?" The saint finally noticed something strange about Shadow: "Let me see what medicine I have here..."
"I'm fine." Shadow shook his head vigorously, but this action almost made him lose his balance. He knew that now was not the time to show off. As a sniper, calmness and rationality had always been his strengths.
"My prosthetic eye has also been affected and I can't continue to perform the mission." Shadow's tone was not as calm as he imagined, but he still said: "The sniper team is now officially disbanded. You can turn into an assaulter to join the head. I'm here
Stand by here."
"What?" Saint is a non-professional player who became a monk after all. When faced with this unexpected situation, he was a little nervous, but he quickly adapted: "I understand, is it okay for you to be here by yourself?"
"No one will notice me." Shadow sorted out his equipment, took off all the offensive equipment and handed them to the saint: "Your first task now is to find the head, can you complete it?"
"No problem, I know how to find him." The saint smiled excitedly and loaded his gun: "Just take a shot and find him wherever you go!"
"That's what I mean!" Shadow nodded: "Be careful, the head is different from us. We are much more fragile than him. Protect yourself and don't act like a hero!"
"Where do these heroes come from?" The saint stood on the fence of the separation wall, showing off his balance. Even in a fully armed state, he still walked on the ground: "Don't forget, we are internationally certified terrorists.
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After saying that, the saint jumped back like a dive and fell into the quick-response gel. Then he waved to the shadow and quickly moved towards the interior of District 13.
