The elevator goes down.
In the spacious elevator dedicated to the director, nine agents were dressed in tactical suits. In addition to the submachine guns and pistols that are standard for armed agents of the Bureau of Order, they also carried a large amount of ammunition. They were silent and breathing steadily. They were obviously the elite among the elite.
Wang Shan's equipment is much simpler. The deputy director of the Order Bureau is still wearing a white shirt and suit pants, but he wears a tactical suspender on his upper body and a row of pistol magazines. His arms were hanging down, and he was holding a submachine pistol in his right hand, tapping the gun body with his fingers.
Li Liang, who was standing at the very back, raised his head slightly and stared at the floor numbers jumping above the elevator door.
K and the unconscious Tu Ran were forcibly left on top by him. If the operation failed, someone would have to continue the matter, and in the following battle, one more gun or one less gun would not make any difference.
According to Wang Shan, there were dozens of agents on the 17th floor, but he felt uneasy.
No matter how powerful those agents are, facing undead puppets and invisible gunmen is a situation where they will be harvested, and the situation will only be more dangerous than imagined.
What they are about to face depends on who has the upper hand in the battle in the podium.
Technology or magic?
At this time.
The elevator reaches the 17th floor.
Before the door was opened, Li Liang could already smell the strong smell of blood, and then his muscles tensed up and his hair stood on end.
In Ling's vision, there was only a beating heart outside the door.
Click.
The elevator door slowly opened.
The nine agents and Wang Shan raised their guns at the same time.
Outside the door, the lights were pale and blood flowed like a river.
The narrow passage was filled with rotting corpses. A man with pale skin stood sideways among the corpses, holding an agent's neck with his right hand and raising him high.
The detective stared, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his throat made an unconscious sound.
The next moment, clusters of green flames poured out from his seven orifices. In the blink of an eye, his entire head glowed green, as if there was a green flame wrapped under his skin.
laugh--
Within seconds, the agent's skin and bones were burned away.
When the ashes flew away, the pale-skinned man slowly turned around and faced the elevator.
Only then did Li Liang notice that the person in front of him was naked but without any sexual characteristics. There was no hair from head to toe. His body was as slender as a sculpture, his muscles were tight and he was obviously male, but he had a face with soft lines. The important thing is that it stands with its heels off the ground and only on its toes.
Is this the undead puppet?
Wang Shan suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the puppet between the eyebrows.
The undead puppet's head tilted back for an instant, and then slowly straightened up, with a warhead embedded between its brows and an expressionless face.
The nine agents pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Submachine guns exploded and bullets flew like a hail.
However, all the bullets hitting the undead puppet were like hitting a sack, leaving only a blackened bullet hole without a trace of blood.
The undead puppet used its toes like a ballerina, took a step forward, and disappeared suddenly. Only the piercing scream came from far away, and it was close at hand in an instant!
The detective and Wang Shan were still firing, but the bullets lost their target and all hit the far wall, creating a puff of smoke.
Gunfire is vulnerable to magic.
The only thing that can defeat magic is magic.
this moment.
Li Liang closed his eyes.
In Ling's vision, the undead puppet appeared every detail.
Its body was straight, and its knees did not bend with every step it took. It approached quickly with "elegant" steps, and two clusters of green flames burned faintly in its eye sockets.
The bullet passed through its body without any stagnation.
but.
Li Liang clearly saw that another ray of spirit floated out from the back of its head, floated to the end of the passage, and turned into the horizontal passage.
It turns out that a puppet is still a puppet after all, and that wisp of spirit is the "thread" through which the master controls it.
So, stop it.
Li Liang waved gently.
The slender spiritual thread collapsed instantly, and a scream came from the distance, shouting: "Who!"
The undead puppet appeared, its heels landed on the ground, its head hung motionless, and it was immediately knocked down by the bullet stream.
"Head," Li Liang shouted softly.
An agent pulled out a dagger from the tactical vest on his chest, flew forward, inserted the dagger directly into the neck of the undead puppet, and slashed open it.
Blue blood flowed, exposing the metal skeleton and artificial blood vessels that glowed blue.
"Let's go!" Li Liang walked quickly, followed closely by the detectives and Wang Shan.
moment.
Everyone turned the corner and immediately saw an even more shocking scene.
On the wide corridor, an undead puppet stood on tiptoes with its back to them, as if commanding a battle. Further away, bright white arcs and green firelight alternately flashed, and every time the gunman wearing fish-scale white armor was exposed, , and was held by the neck by an undead puppet, and green fire immediately appeared from the gaps in the armor.
In the blink of an eye, six gunmen were slaughtered.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and the burnt smell caused by electric arcs.
Five undead puppets appeared, stepped forward, and stood side by side with the puppet who commanded them.
At a glance, the six pale bodies were exactly the same.
This time, the detectives and Wang Shan did not shoot rashly, and all their eyes were focused on Li Liang.
Li Liang stood at the front, his eyes always closed.
In Ling's vision, only one of the six puppets on the opposite side was different from the others.
The puppet in the middle actually has a spirit flowing inside it.
Taoism?
Li Liang thought of Old Tang.
The lame psychic whom he knocked down with a thermos cup actually happened to coincide with the heroic spirit of Dros.
Old Tang's magic knowledge was shallow and he could only "pour one cup", but the heroic spirit of Zhuos created a powerful magic army.
However, Li Liang already knew that this application had a fatal flaw, a flaw that no one could realize.
That is, for Tianling, the spiritual thread that controls the puppet... is too fragile.
"Li Liang!"
With a scream, an undead puppet stepped out and disappeared in an instant.
Li Liang pointed to the puppet in the middle and roared: "Gather the fire!"
The nine agents and Wang Shan opened fire at the same time.
The moment the bullet hit, Li Liang was surprised to "see" that the spirit flowing in the puppet floated into the body of the puppet next to him along a strand of spiritual thread.
Although its original body was knocked down by the bullet stream, it was just an empty shell.
The controller can actually switch between different puppets?
Li Liang casually interrupted the "thread" of the undead puppet rushing in front of him, and pointed at the new controller again.
The detectives turned the tables without hesitation.
The controller switched again, but found to his despair that Li Liang's fingers moved accordingly, pointing out its new position accurately.
"impossible!"
Amidst the angry screams, the controller changed four times in a row, and finally stopped on the last puppet. With all four feet touching the ground, he jumped up the wall like a spider, flicked left and right, and quickly approached.
Li Liang opened his eyes, took a step back, and retreated behind the detectives.
Every time the controller switches, the spirit in the body loses a lot. After switching four times, it is already on the verge of exhaustion. Now it looks like it is just the end of a powerful effort.
No matter how strong the body structure of an android is, it is just technology after all.
boom!
The only remaining undead puppet was beaten into a honeycomb by bullets and fell to the ground.
The corridor fell silent except for the sound of the agents reloading their guns.
Wang Shan glanced at Li Liang with a deep look, and the other nine detectives showed rare awe on their faces.
Li Liang stepped over the "corpse" of an undead puppet and said softly:
"continue."
