"I said, can we get out of this damn place first? I haven't even eaten lunch since I walked around with you, and it's almost time for dinner." Abu complained with an impatient expression.
Abu and Guo Jia were still wandering in the city's sewers. They had not done anything serious for four hours.
"Wait a minute, there's nothing to do if you go up there now, and you'll be hunted down." Guo Jia dismissed.
"What do you mean!? I followed you for four hours, and you told me you were fishing!" Abu shouted excitedly.
"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't startle the enemy." Guo Jia raised his finger and hissed.
Abu looked stern, pulled out the carbonyne dagger from his waist, guarded it in front of Guo Jia, and asked seriously: "Where is the enemy?"
"Not enemies, but allies." Guo Jia explained.
"Allies? The Ox Team has arrived?" Abu said in relief.
"Ah, no. They are allies of Country E." Guo Jia replied.
"Nani?" Abu said in shock, "The government of country E is also involved? Why didn't I know about this?"
"They came here specifically to hunt Bai Ye. Isn't the enemy of my enemy my friend~" Guo Jia said with a smile.
"Guo E is very cautious. What if they treat us as artificial humans? This thing cannot be explained clearly." Abu reminded.
"I have my own way to prove my identity." Guo Jia replied.
"Let's go, why are you still here with the ink?" Abu frowned.
"If you wait for two more hours, the time has not come yet." Guo Jia shook his head.
"I'm hungry!" Abu shouted angrily.
"Then let's eat here." Guo Jia replied instantly.
"The gas mask is on your face, how can you eat it? Do you want to poison me!" Abu said angrily.
"I haven't even eaten breakfast. Don't you think I've managed to hold on till now? You are the country's number one agent, so don't be so pretentious." Guo Jiadao kidnapped him.
Abu was speechless for a moment. He turned his back and murmured to himself: "Sure enough, I will be unlucky when I team up with others, Zuite!"
At the same time, the main entrance of Residential Building No. 9 was still littered with corpses, and all the residents were hiding in the house and did not dare to come out for fear of getting into trouble.
After the late-night battle, the Marais Cult organized three attacks one after another, but all failed. Androids No. 5 and No. 8, which were important combat forces, were killed during the battle.
At the Dongcheng headquarters, Lan Na, a young man wearing a white coat and square-rimmed glasses, was discussing countermeasures surrounded by people.
"Master, this is not the way to continue the fight. Let's blow up the apartment with a plasma rail cannon. There are only more than 200 residents in Apartment No. 9, and they are not full. There is no need to sacrifice troops for them. (English)" One The bearded black man, whose hair was messier than weeds, expressed his opinion.
"Fuck you, the lives of these civilians are much more precious than yours. (English)" Lan Na, a mature man, criticized unceremoniously.
The bearded black man shrank his neck, dissatisfaction revealed in his eyes. The words of the mature man Lan Na seriously violated his self-esteem. He is the fourth artificial human. If even his life is not as good as those of the natives of Budalia, , then other artificial humans are not as good as pigs and dogs?
"The reason why our religion was established is to safeguard the interests of ordinary people. You want to kill more than two hundred ordinary people just to deal with four superpowers? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse! (English)" Lan Na, a mature man, continued to teach.
Android No. 4 frowned and said helplessly: "That's what you taught me. (English)"
"No. 11, do you have any good ideas? (English)" Lan Na, a man in his prime, turned to ask.
The artificial man named No. 11 is an eyebrowless boy with albinism. He is a late-Level 3 brain development user. He possesses abilities such as C——short-term correction, which can temporarily restore damaged objects for a duration of Five seconds.
There is nothing worth studying about the ability of No. 11. It is indeed of no great use. He is valued because his dual quotient exceeds 200. Such a talent has nothing to do with whether he is a superpower or not. He is not tolerated anywhere. The existence of neglect.
"I think No. 4's idea is not inappropriate. These three attacks have achieved nothing except losing troops and generals. The other side also suffered casualties. (English)" No. 11 said bluntly.
"Haha, did you take my words as farts? (English)" Lan Na, a man in his prime, sneered.
"Don't be angry. I just said this is the best policy. I didn't say there is no other way. What you should pay attention to is my last sentence. (English)" No. 11 said with a bitter smile.
"There are no casualties? How do you know? Maybe they are at the end of their strength. (English)" Lanner, a mature man, questioned.
No. 11 snapped his fingers, and the four androids with three-digit numbers moved over a blackboard with drawings pasted on it. The drawings posted on it looked like a building map of the east area of the city. No. 11 looked at it from the sidelines. He took the teaching stick in his hand, pointed to the place marked with a red dot on the map and said: "The body of a patrolling guard was found under the fence in the east of the city. All the blood was sucked dry. This was obviously not the work of a wild beast. I guess it was This is where they sneak in. (English)”
"I'm not interested in how they sneaked in. What I care about now is how to kill them. I have no hope of catching them alive. (English)" Lan Na, a mature man, said with his hands.
"Okay, take a look at this again. (English)" No. 11 ordered his subordinates, "Post the photos taken at the scene. (English)"
In a short time, the blackboard was covered with photos of dead bodies. Number 11 pointed to the photo in the upper left corner of the blackboard and said in a calm tone: "This is the body of the patrolling guard. This, this, and... This is a photo that I sent someone to secretly take at the entrance of Building 9. The deceased were all sucked into mummies and the wounds all appeared on the neck. (English) "
"Okay, these photos are useless. Bring me the recording chart of the life detector. (English)" No. 11 said, and ordered someone to post a digital statistical chart.
"Our first attack was from 9:00 to 9:12. Before that, there were 314 heads of households in Building 9. After the attack, the number of surviving heads of households dropped from 314 to 312; the second time The attack was launched from 11:00 to 11:34. After the attack, the number of surviving household heads was reduced from 312 to 297. The third attack was launched from 15:00 to 16:04. After the attack, the number of surviving household heads was reduced from 312 to 297. The number of heads of households dropped from 297 to 274... (English)" No. 11 said happily.
"Can you just say the key points? (English)" Lan Na, a man in his prime, couldn't help but urge.
"Then let me be frank. I doubt that these four superpowers have the ability to suck blood and heal their injuries. We sent out soldiers and generals in our first attack, which was not enough to threaten these four superpowers. The two heads of households who died They were all killed during the attack period. I guess they were killed by accidental injuries. In the next two attacks, we not only sent out the first-numbered android warriors, but also made the extremely powerful No. 5 and No. 8 the captains. , these two attacks obviously achieved results, but the number of household heads who died during the attack was still in single digits, but after the attack period, more than a dozen or twenty household heads lost signs of life one after another. According to my inference , they must have been captured by those with abilities to suck their blood for healing. (English)" No. 11 said confidently.
After listening to No. 11's explanation, the mature man Lan Na frowned slightly. He wiped the bridge of his nose, thought for a while, and raised the question again: "Your analysis is indeed reasonable. There must be people with abilities among them. It’s blood-sucking, but does blood-sucking necessarily mean the ability to recover? Maybe they just do it to kill people more conveniently. (English)”
"Absolutely impossible. They must have done this for a purpose. Killing civilians is meaningless. (English)" No. 11 shook his head.
"Just tell us what we should do. Forget about rail guns. If civilians see us using this weapon to bombard their homes, it will definitely trigger civil strife. (English)" Lan Na, a mature man, said thoughtfully.
"The easiest way is to put poison into the ventilation ducts, but you will definitely not be happy with it. (English)" No. 11 replied with a playful smile.
"Don't talk nonsense. (English)" Lanner, a mature man, rolled his eyes and cursed angrily.
"Then rescue the hostages first and cut off their food rations. (English)" No. 11 said with a stern look on his face that he had already thought of a countermeasure.
Twenty minutes later, two more groups of people arrived near Residential Building No. 9. They were dragging two heavy safety air mattresses, not knowing what to do.
A young black man watching from the window noticed all this, turned around and ran downstairs.
The black young man's name was Ke Kaul Kara. He was originally a resident on the third floor and one of the witnesses to the late night battle. Like other witnesses, he originally planned to stay in the house and not come out. However, the vampire's think tank Lilith was worried that the hostages would jump off the building and escape, so she rushed all the residents on the third floor and below to a higher floor.
Ke Kaoer's elder brother and younger brother were also residents of the lower floors, and they were rushed together. Ke Kaoer was the second eldest child in the family. He had been very courageous since he was a child. After the Malai Cult launched the second attack, he took the initiative to He led his brothers to surrender to the Vampire Clan.
It happened that Vlad and others couldn't get close to the sun and needed a few human servants to help look out for the wind. The four brothers successfully became the temporary younger brothers of the vampire clan. The Marais' third attack was extremely violent. All four vampires suffered varying degrees of trauma. Those residents who were kicked out of the room with the four Kara brothers were all reduced to healing food for the vampires. Only they survived.
However, before Kerkauer could go downstairs, a loudspeaker suddenly shouted from outside the building: "Residents in the building, listen up. There are four extremely dangerous terrorists lurking in the building. Although we have dispatched We have called three rescue teams but all have failed. But I will not give up on you. We have laid safety air mattresses at the main entrance and back of Building 9. If you want to survive, quickly find a place to jump down! (English) )"
Kerkaul couldn't help but pause. It was meaningless to be loyal to those vampires now. This was an opportunity to escape!
