Transportation Port No. 14 was built seven years ago. Compared with the transportation ports after No. 18, it looks a bit shabby, but the location here is very good. It is on the central axis of the entire underground shelter.
For a long time, it was used as a hospital by the people of District 13, and all those who had mastered medical technology and had a medical background were placed here.
Compared to the ground, Transport Port No. 14 can at least provide shelter from wind and rain, provide clean air and water, and there is no need to worry about security issues. This is the core territory of the Taha Gang, and Taha Gang soldiers are everywhere.
Now, this place is being used as a field hospital, and a large number of injured poor people and soldiers have been sent here. The medical staff at Transport Port No. 14 have long been overloaded.
On average, every three patients can be assigned to one nurse, and for every three nurses, there is only one doctor to deal with problems that the nurses cannot solve between operations.
For example, if a patient suffers from severe bleeding and needs a blood transfusion, but no suitable blood source can be found at this time, the doctor will make the final decision and ask the nurse to notify the soldiers to give the patient a happy life.
Or if there is a patient who needs an amputation, the doctor will also ask the nurse to find a soldier who is brave enough to use a sterilized hatchet to act as an amputee.
In short, when the saint woke up, he saw this scene. The wounded man in the next bed was pinned down on the bed by two bulky nurses, with a towel stuffed in his mouth, and his face was full of panic.
A fully armed soldier waved an ax, raised it high, and dropped it hard. One calf fell to the ground with a squeak, and then he shouted impatiently: "Next! Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"
Am I going to hell? Saint thought a lot at that moment, and even made a detailed analysis that he must have been led astray by those three bastards Ethan, Tony, and Martin.
But then, he heard an excited voice.
"Deli! He's awake!" The little boy's unique sharp voice broke through the nightmare environment around him. Sam skillfully picked up the thermometer gun and took the saint's temperature: "Great, you don't have a fever, they
Said that if you can wake up, you can live!"
"Wait, kid, where is this? Did you save me?" The saint looked around and finally realized that this was a place similar to a hospital.
"This is the territory of the Taha gang, stranger. Since you're awake, I'm afraid we have to talk." A strong soldier put the muzzle of his gun on the saint's head: "Thanks for saving Deli and Sa.
For Mom’s sake, I’m trying to keep this conversation as gentle as possible.”
Sam looked at the soldier, then at the saint, and finally chose silence under Deli's pull.
"Marvolo, stay away from that poor young man." Another person appeared at the door. She was wearing a dark red robe, her face was covered by a scarf, and only a pair of green eyes could be seen: "He belongs to the witch.
guest."
"The Lady Witch's guests come too often! The timing is too coincidental!" The soldier known as Marvolo narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in red robe: "I am very interested in the origins of these people. If the Lady Witch
I don’t mind, I’ll send him there myself after talking to him.”
"How about you go and explain to the witch in person? Before that, let me deal with his injuries first." The woman in red robe did not give in.
Marvolo looked around at the wounded, doctors and nurses who were watching here, gritted his teeth, put down his gun and said to the saint: "Lucky for you, stranger, we will meet again!"
"For a first meeting, this is not very friendly, is it?" Saint subconsciously teased, and then he realized that the way he spoke was almost the same as Ethan and the others.
"Hell, I will definitely go to hell in the future..." The saint covered his mouth and recited a few biblical maxims in a low voice.
However, as the priest said, the saint did not even memorize the sentences tattooed on his body.
A saint can swear in the name of God that every time he reads the Bible, he reads it word for word with an extremely pious attitude and the most serious attitude, and every time he feels that he has new insights.
But when he puts down the book, those impressive sentences and words will be like the hair on the priest's head, dissipated by the wind with a gentle blow.
"Hi, are you Tang Ji's subordinate?" Lindsay, who was hiding behind the red-robed woman, stepped forward and asked, "Are you here to pick us up? Wang Zhengdao and I!"
"Who are you? Where is the king?" After hearing the name Wang Zhengdao, the saint finally remembered his mission: "How is he now?"
"It's very bad, but there is a superhuman here who can heal injuries. She kept Wang Zhengdao alive. We must quickly solve the curse on him, or something else." Lindsay finally breathed a sigh of relief, Tang Ji.
The name is like magic, every time it appears it means the trouble is over.
"Also, where is Tangji? Why didn't I see him?" Lindsay asked the saint: "How many of you are here?"
"Ask the ladies one by one. Wait until I see Wang Zhengdao first." The saint moved his body and the wounds had been bandaged, but most of the injuries caused to him by the whippers were bruises and fractures.
The saint was at least certain that his ability had nothing to do with self-healing. After calming down, he had a preliminary understanding of his ability.
Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with God. He is neither the wrath of God nor the whip of God. His ability is very simple, that is, to put himself into a state of extreme concentration.
In this state, the saint can completely control his body, and all physical functions will be maintained at their peak.
His balance will become better than that of the best acrobats in the world, and his dynamic vision and neural reaction speed will also stand at the top of mankind.
And this is just its 'side effect'. The real purpose of this ability is to learn and imitate, but it only takes effect on combat skills.
In the battle to kill the Flagellant, the Saint showed that even he was deceived. He really thought that he had gained some kind of awesome ability to "invite God."
Thinking of this, the saint felt a little regretful. After all, after seeing Surte's perversion, everyone had imagined that one day they would soar into the sky after awakening.
Of course, this is just the Saint's own idea. If you put him in any superhuman institution, he will also be one of the most combat-effective ones.
After all, what suits you is the best. Saint has shown excellent talent in this area since he was a child. After awakening this ability, there is no transition period to adapt to.
In short, the saint only felt his own changes briefly before he fully understood his ability and named it [Master of Imitation].
He would have liked to name his ability [Holy Advent Time], but obviously superhumans have unspoken rules in this regard.
...
...
Tang Ji was finally blocked at Traffic Port No. 15. When they were passing through the sealed door between the two traffic ports, Tang Ji suddenly felt a biting cold!
dangerous!
Tang Ji rolled back almost subconsciously, and at the same time took out the prelude and prepared for battle, but what followed was an explosion in front of him!
As if someone had planted a bomb under the sealed door, the sudden splash of mud and gravel instantly buried Tang Ji underneath.
When he struggled out of the mound, the sealed door had disappeared and was replaced by a hole over one meter in diameter above his head. Fresh air was pouring into the underground space along the hole.
The small team that was chatting and laughing with Tang Ji just now also disappeared at this time. The only thing that can prove their existence is the half-broken body of old Jim.
At this time, he was hanging on a broken steel bar and had no breath.
Alarms sounded simultaneously in Traffic Port No. 16 and Traffic Port No. 15. The soldiers and civilians gathered here looked at the hole in horror, unable to imagine anything that could penetrate more than 40 meters of soil and attack directly.
to their refuge.
However, immediately after, a dark green jelly-like substance flowed out along the hole, and the viscous liquid fell to the ground in strands, corroding everything around it, and quickly condensed into a human form.
"Tang Ji, I said, we will meet again." The superhuman with barely discernible facial features pointed at Tang Ji with his finger, and his tone was the same as his state of existence, sticky and uncomfortable.
Boom!
Tang Ji didn't hesitate and shot the opponent through the chest. After all, that thing didn't look like it had a brain.
The upper body of the dark green humanoid was instantly shattered, but the splashing acid continued to corrode the surroundings, and even the soil was emitting white smoke when viewed from above.
Acid, a pathetic superhuman, is not even an employee of the ECS Bureau, but a superhuman corpse specimen contained in a special container.
This poor superhuman accidentally killed his family on the day he awakened, and corroded all the way down to the sewer, and almost flowed into the subway station, causing even greater casualties.
Mikkelsen's report stated that Acid was actually no longer alive. After being successfully contained by the ECS Bureau, Acid regained his human form and melted his own brain with his ability immediately, leaving only a body in
Corpse in acid state.
Obviously, jealousy's manipulation of human beings is not limited to the biological organ of the brain. Tang Ji watched the acid condense into a human form again, opened his hands and suddenly sprayed the acid towards him!
Even though he was as agile as Tangji, he couldn't avoid such a large-scale spray! The acid sprayed all over his body with both hands!
Tang Ji looked hard at the dragon scale armor on his body that was constantly smoking and corroding rapidly. He could only keep rolling on the soil while taking off his most powerful 'carapace' as quickly as possible.
"Tang Ji threw the dragon scale armor hard into the corner, and at the same time hit another super human who came out of the hole with the prelude!
The unlucky enemy didn't even have a chance to adapt to the underground environment, so he lost all his sensory organs and fell to the ground as a corpse.
"Tang Ji, Tang Ji, Tang Ji, I will not fail, I have surrounded this place." The voice of jealousy kept disturbing him through the mouth of acid: "You killed a puppet controlled by me,
It also frees up part of my mental power, allowing me to control another puppet, like him?"
Just as Jealousy was speaking, a soldier who was standing not far away on guard suddenly turned around and ran, heading deeper into the shelter!
Boom!
Tang Ji did not hesitate to attach the flame of hatred to the bullet, shot from behind, and hit the soldier.
However...
"Useless Tangji, I've already suffered a loss once." The jealous voice was full of pride: "How are you going to stop me? Kill everyone present? I just need to find that one step earlier than you.
The space jumper who has no ability to resist, then he is mine!"
Tang Ji looked near the soldier's body and saw a man dressed as a civilian suddenly stood up from the ground and continued running.
He knew that Jealousy gave up control of the puppet and took back his own mental power before the soldier was hit by the bullet.
Tang Ji's shooting became meaningless. Another target near the corpse who had become a puppet of jealousy continued to move forward and quickly disappeared from Tang Ji's sight.
At this time, Tang Ji's troubles were far more than just acid and the constant influx of superhumans. His act of shooting and killing two shelter residents in succession made the Taha Gang soldiers put him on the attack list.
.
At this time, no one could stand up and prove that Tang Ji was here to help.
Of course, he himself didn't care...otherwise he wouldn't have shot so decisively. Tang Ji's prelude flicked away, once again breaking up the human form condensed by the acid, and at the same time, he killed two Taha gang members with a backhand sweep.
Soldier, head in the direction where the puppet disappeared.
He had seen half the city disappear before his eyes, and he had killed countless bad guys who had committed crimes that would not lead to death. If Jealousy thought that this could prevent him from winning this battle, he was wrong.
Tang Ji didn't care who stood in front of him or who he shot.
He will only keep everything in mind, and one day in the future, he will write these crimes directly on the damn brain of jealousy, stroke by stroke, in his native language.
Thanks to the small size of the Taha Gang's shelter, Tang Ji quickly found his lost target and fired before the target realized what was happening.
This time, Tang Ji shot and broke one of the puppet's legs. At the same time, he dropped a piece of first-aid medicine next to the wounded, pointed the gun at another civilian and ordered: "Help him stop bleeding, don't let him die!"
But when the civilian raised his head, a jealous smile appeared on his face: "Tang Ji is very smart, but not smart enough. It's a pity that I just vacated a spot and occupied a new puppet."
After saying that, the puppet kicked the injured puppet in the throat, ending his life. Three meters away, a Taha Gang soldier who had just chased him suddenly froze on the spot.
The next second, he said hello to Tang Ji, turned around and continued running towards the sealed door leading to Traffic Port No. 14.
"Now, I have two people here, and there will be more, what are you going to do?" The civilian puppet showed a mocking smile to Tang Ji: "Do you still want to use your weird flames to hurt me?
?Why don’t you try this?”
The civilian in front of Tang Ji blinked and immediately lost consciousness. But a dozen meters away, a child of only seven or eight years old who was hiding in the corner suddenly stood up and said to Tang Ji in a childish voice: "You have to treat me too."
Shoot, uncle? I haven't seen what a real flower looks like when it's in full bloom..."
The muzzle of the prelude was raised and finally put down again. Tang Ji was almost enveloped in the flames of hatred, like an evil ghost: "I will find you, I swear..."
