Before landing, Tang Ji threw out the quick-response gel capsule and fell into the light green amber without even a scratch.
Why are there a group of children here? Tang Ji broke free from the gel and immediately issued an order: "There is a group of children gathered on the fifth floor. Everyone, pay attention to the target of fire."
"They may all be superhumans." Tang Ji added, entering the black building from the first floor again.
The Saint looked at the enemy who showed up again, hesitated for a moment and did not shoot. As a result, he was suppressed by the enemy and returned to the corridor on the fourth floor. He realized that the enemy he was facing was the superhuman child Tang Ji mentioned.
But that child was like the boy scouts that can be seen everywhere in Africa. He was proficient in using weapons and knew when to hide and when to charge.
And he was so powerful that he didn't care about being hit by bullets. The Saint was very sure that he hit the opponent at least twice.
Tony cleared the enemies on the second and third floors. When he saw the saint suppressed in the corridor, he threw a grenade up without any scruples. As a result, the grenade flew back at a faster speed.
"What the hell!" The two men each looked for bunkers to avoid the grenades that exploded in the air.
"Head said cease fire! There are kids up there!" The saint crawled all the way to Tony's side, blocking Tony's shooting path.
"This is a war! Anyone who picks up a gun to resist is an enemy!" Tony walked around the saint and fired a few more shots upstairs, where cries and screams immediately came.
The Saint grabbed Tony's collar from behind and forcibly dragged him back to the third floor: "God..."
Tony turned around and raised the butt of the gun to hit the saint in the face, but looking at the cross pattern on the saint's forehead, Tony finally resisted the urge and pushed the saint away: "If there is another time, I will
Will shoot directly!"
Tang Ji went up to the third floor and saw this scene. He looked at Tony: "I gave you a direct order to cease fire. If there is another time, I will shoot directly."
Tony didn't refute, he just put away his gun, took a step back, and let the stairs leading to the fourth floor go.
Tang Ji knew that his order was unreasonable. In this kind of raid mission, shooting one second late would often lead to completely opposite results.
Tony has his own responsibilities and will never put himself in danger out of pity, but this team can only have one voice, and that is Tangji.
Tang Ji hopes to find truly trustworthy teammates from this team. In the war against players, what he needs is a group of idealists.
"I saw you. You are lucky. I don't kill children. Now that we have put away our guns, I hope you will do the same." Tang Ji handed the weapon to the saint who followed him and walked up alone.
Boom!
A bullet hit the wall in front of him, and then a childish voice came: "Don't come over! We don't believe you!"
Tang Ji ignored the child's warning and walked up the steps at high speed. He stood at the entrance to the corridor on the fourth floor and came face to face with the gun-wielding teenager.
His ginger hair was a little messy because of the gas mask, and his small face looked a little ridiculous inside the mask. He had to use a few hand towels and socks to block the gaps in the gas mask.
"No weapons, no hostility." Tang Ji stood still and spread his hands so that the other party could see him clearly: "We are here to find another group of people. Who are you and why are you here?"
"This is our home!" The young man's hand holding the gun was very steady. Although his limbs were slender, the saints had already verified his strength.
"We are here to find New Era Laboratory Group. Have you heard of this name?" Tang Ji said in a different way: "Where are your parents? Are they like this?"
The young man's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then he became strong again: "I've never heard of the laboratory you mentioned! Get out of here! Otherwise I'll shoot."
"I understand, you are protecting your friends, but what has happened has happened. Even if we leave, you can't continue to live here." Tang Ji slowly raised his legs and stepped forward: "Are you here voluntarily?
What do you usually do here?"
"I don't know how I got here, I can't remember what happened before." The young man's voice was a little helpless, and he did not react excessively to Tang Ji's slow approach.
Tang Ji's son is only one year old. He doesn't know how to negotiate with teenage children, but he is willing to treat the other party as an equal communication partner and is full of respect.
That kid not only took up arms to try to protect other people, but he did it better than anyone else in this building who was supposed to do it.
"I know who took away your memories." Tang Ji walked past the stairs. At the corner leading to the fifth floor, there were several little heads with different hair colors observing him: "But one question changes to another.
Question, tell me what you usually do here, and I’ll tell you who took away your memory.”
"We have classes, eat and sleep here." A female voice came from upstairs: "Sometimes we train our abilities, and sometimes we are taught how to shoot."
"Charlie!" the boy holding the gun shouted, "Stop talking!"
"Why don't you say it? He is not hostile, Hanako has confirmed it!" The girl named Charlie said sharply: "Don't we all want to know why we lost our memory?"
"But they came with guns and killed many people!" The young man was a little shaken. He didn't like the people in the dark building either. They looked at him strangely and never talked to him.
On weekdays, only a few teachers would communicate with them, but no one was willing to tell them the reason for their amnesia.
"Those people died unjustly, have you forgotten Tim?" The girl said a name, and the boy immediately fell silent.
Tim is the oldest among them and the most rebellious. While the other children are still adapting to the new environment, he has already begun to look for opportunities to leave here.
Then, one night, Tim took action alone. They only heard gunshots and saw Tim's body the next morning.
Those teachers told them that they were dangerous and needed to be educated and restrained. One day in the future, a higher consciousness would come and borrow their bodies, and before that, all they had to do was learn to control their abilities.
The boy put down his gun. Tang Ji raised his hand and walked into the corridor on the fourth floor. He saw a group of children of various sizes hiding in the stairwell, looking at him curiously.
"My name is Tang Ji." Tang Ji waved to them, and a group of smaller children immediately ran back to the fifth floor. The previous image of Tang Ji killing people and setting fires was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"If you want to know anything, you can ask me." The young man glanced at the corner of the stairs and emphasized: "I make the decision here now."