Beams of light fell into the ruined laboratory.
From left to right, a metal ball filled with salt water, twisted wires after dismantling the instrument, a cracked floor, and a dark brown crack like a tumbling centipede on the white wall were revealed.
White gloves slide against the crack.
Martin Brenner reached out and rubbed and felt from top to bottom.
Cold, gritty, grainy, and covered in some sort of slime.
It doesn't feel like a hard rock wall, but meat or fungi that have been frozen for half an hour, making it fresh and elastic.
This crack created by the burst of 11 thoughts is alive.
This horrifying thought flashed through Martin's mind, and he looked at his watch and compass again.
An even more horrifying scene appeared, they all spun around uncontrollably and irregularly.
There is a strange and powerful magnetic field around the crack!
Martin's eyes behind the anti-epidemic mask were filled with wonder. He leaned over and took a closer look inside the crack.
I saw a dark, winding passage covered with rough bark-like textures, pointing to another dark and chaotic void that was invisible to the naked eye. He wanted to reach into the crack to check it out and explore the world on the other side.
But the fear of the unknown made him suppress his curiosity and retract his hand.
Martin turned around and ordered,
"Clean it up, seal off the surrounding area, and detect and record crack data every day."
A group of people wrapped tightly in white anti-epidemic clothing quickly opened the anti-epidemic cloth and sprayed mist into the surrounding air...
…
Martin disinfected himself in the isolation room, took off his anti-epidemic clothes and changed back into a suit. He used hair wax to comb his messy white hair back into a neat and tidy style, and then entered the bright corridor, nodding to the white coats along the way from time to time.
Be in a good mood.
Climb a few floors and arrive at a wooden door at the end of the corridor.
Click—
The door opens.
On the bed covered with floral blankets, a thin and petite girl curled up and squatted in the corner.
He hugged his knees with his hands and buried his face in his thighs.
Martin walked over and took her in his arms,
"You made a breakthrough yesterday, and as a reward...you can make a small wish."
desire?
This word was full of beauty, and it wiped away the panic and fear on 11's face, and a surge of hope filled her big eyes.
"Can I go out? I want to see the outside world."
The smile on Martin's lips froze,
"Instead of your wish, I would ask my friends at home to play hide and seek with you. There is no child who doesn't love this game. As long as you have played it, you will definitely be fascinated."
"I don't want to hide and seek... I want to go outside." 11 didn't notice the change in the man. He held his small hands on his chest and raised his thin chin and said longingly, "I have read in books that there are sun, moon, flowers and grass outside. , children like me, kittens and puppies..."
"Little naughty boy, everything in the book is a lie." Martin shook his head and stretched out his hand to tap the tip of Eleven's nose. "The outside world is not as beautiful as home. I will give you food, clothing and delicious candies. Come on, open your mouth."
Martin peeled off the candy and fed it to Eleven with his own hands. He touched her round head and continued,
"There are not as many good friends as you have at home to play with you and teach you how to read and write. There are bad people everywhere outside."
"Bad guy?"
"It's more terrifying than the 'it' you sensed last night, and it's too numerous to count... They will use their sharp teeth and nails to tear off your limbs." Martin squeezed her slender arm hard, "One bite at a time. Eat you."
In the past, little girls would be so scared that they would give up after hearing what he said.
But today, she gritted her teeth and looked up into Martin's eyes stubbornly, with an extremely determined attitude.
"Dad, I'm nine years old and I've never been out, not even once. Please let me go out once, for half an hour or a quarter of an hour. Maybe I can get back my lost memories and think of my mother and others."
The childish look on her fair little face is still there, but her eyes are full of tenacity.
"You promise me this time, I will cooperate with any experiments no matter how bad they are in the future."
"Sorry 11, I didn't mean to lock you up, I was protecting you," Martin said, touching her little face, "Think carefully about last night's experience, even a small 'it' scared you badly. , there are more bad things out there, too dangerous for you."
"You told me this when I was eight years old last year..." 11 pursed his lips in grievance. As for the earlier memories before the age of eight, all the memories have long been lost, "You don't mean what you say."
"I care about you day and night, take care of you, how much effort have I put in for you?" Martin pushed the girl away from his arms, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and made a disappointed and heartbroken expression, " You just use such harsh words to break my heart?"
"No, you are torturing me!"
"Don't be willful, I'm training you."
"Liar!" 11 broke free from his hands and trotted to the corner, pressing his back tightly against the wall and staring at the man warily.
She remembered that she had cried countless times, but every time she cried, she would be punished more severely in the future, and she had to change her way of fighting.
Thinking back to last night's fear.
Showing a mouth of newly grown baby teeth, he hissed like a kitten with fried fur, his eyes were fearful and fierce, "You just want to keep me in a cage and let me find people for you, eavesdrop and find monsters, Wuwu... You also forced me to kill the little rabbit, and you deliberately refused to let me out!"
"Shut up, or someone will enter the dark room."
"Lier!"
Boom!
A huge noise suppressed 11's roar, the light on the ceiling flickered twice unsteadily, the floor beneath his feet shook at the same time, and the piercing sound of a jingling alarm bell came from outside the door.
A trace of panic flashed across Martin's face,
"Stop, 11, don't use your powers!"
"It's not me, I didn't do anything!" The rebellion on 11's face turned into confusion, and then a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Stay still. I'm going to check on the situation. I'll be back soon." With a heavy face, Martin quickly pushed the door open and left into the corridor. The warning red light kept flashing, making his temples sting.
Martin walked down the stairs quickly, and saw researchers in white coats standing there, listening to the alarm. Those who reacted quickly were frightened by the alarm, and they shouted to God and ran to other rooms on both sides of the corridor.
In the stairwells on both sides, a group of security guards in black bulletproof vests rushed to the first floor with guns raised and tense faces.
The whole experimental building became a mess.
Martin realized something was wrong.
"David, Felix, stop running around. Go to the broadcast room and tell everyone to gather in the safe house upstairs." Martin grabbed the collar of his colleague and pushed him away, "Sinclair, bring 11 up with you. "
"Okay, Dr. Brenner, let's go right now!"
Soon, the PAs in the corridors and rooms began broadcasting emergency reminders.
Martin rushed into the control room.
The security director, who was as fat as a pig, was wiping the sweat from his face in front of the picture on the screen.
"what's the situation?"
"Crazy, crazy. Someone launched an attack on the laboratory and blew open our door...kill Sood and the others." The fat man manipulated the console and quickly called up several pictures.
The security booth at the outermost edge of the laboratory was filled with sawdust and bullet holes. Several guards who had been shot into sieves fell inside and lost their breath.
The large, sturdy iron door behind the security booth was blown apart by explosives.
In the diffuse white smoke.
A row of cars ran over the overturned iron gate and rushed into the park, quickly approaching the laboratory building.
Further back.
"God!"
Martin stared at the surveillance camera with serious eyes.
The high-beam headlights of the off-road vehicle illuminated the laboratory door.
A group of big men wearing helmets, goggles, and respirators jumped out of the car, holding weapons and pacing toward the entrance of the hall, and collided head-on with the laboratory security team.
Ping ping ping pong!
A fierce gun battle broke out instantly,
Amidst the violent gunfire, clouds of sparks burst out from the outer wall of the laboratory and the car used as a bunker. The car glass exploded with a bang, and the fragments flew into the air like crystals under the light of the car's headlights.
The two warring parties were still throwing grenades, smoke grenades, and flash bombs at each other, drawing parabolas.
In the thundering roar, dust, gravel, and torn flesh and blood stumps were scattered all over the sky.
But the attackers clearly had the firepower advantage and quickly pinned the security guards in the building behind the gate.
The situation remained deadlocked for less than half a minute.
The two attackers put on large revolver-like grenade launchers and aimed at the floor tiles behind the gate entrance.
Even pull the trigger.
Boom!
Boom!
The grenade exploded, red flames spewed out, and the huge impact brought hellish heat waves and sharp fragments towards the security guard hiding behind the wall of the hall.
In an instant, blood oozed from the seven holes of the security guards, their skin was scorched black, and horrific holes opened in their bodies.
Screams, wails, flesh, blood and mutilated limbs flew everywhere, and more than a dozen living lives were annihilated in the blink of an eye.
When the smoke dissipates.
Yuri waved his hand with a cold expression and led the team quickly and silently into the silent hall, passing over the charred minced meat.
When they discovered that the elevator had stopped running, they quickly climbed up along the corridors on the left and right of the hall.
…
"Shet! Where did so many terrorists come from? Did the early warning satellite malfunction? Why wasn't there a warning in advance?"
Martin in the control room hammered the table and roared,
"I don't know, some of the equipment suddenly malfunctioned. But Doctor, you have seen that the laboratory cannot stop it. What should we do now?" The fat man asked, wiping the rain-like sweat on his face.
"Has the elevator stopped?"
"Stopped long ago."
"Has the emergency call been made?"
"We contacted the town police station, the police station next door, and the air force base, but it took at least half an hour to arrive."
Martin pondered, "It's too late to find the safe house in the basement. Go to the safe house on the upper floors. That place has been specially reinforced to allow you to survive."
The fat man immediately tapped his feet on the ground and slid towards the door in a wheelchair.
Martin continued to stare at the screen with sweat on his forehead. A security guard hiding at the top of the stairs carefully turned around and fired a shot at the bottom of the stairs. Then his whole body was shaken, and his forehead and neck were bloody.
He fell backwards and died, and three gun-toting thugs looked over his body with menacing expressions.
The same scene was playing out in countless corners of the building. The laboratory's defense force had been stable for too long, and all arrangements were aimed at people with superpowers. Faced with the invasion of a large number of elite soldiers and modern weapons, it almost collapsed.
The situation was so bad that there was no hope of a comeback.
Martin's face quickly turned whiter than his hair, and his eyes revealed strong unwillingness and resentment. The results he had just obtained were about to be lost before they were consolidated.
But when he thought of that childish face and miraculous power, he suppressed his turbulent emotions. As long as 11 was still there, the future would have infinite possibilities!
Yes, 11!
He looked at the surveillance camera in Room 11 with surprise in his eyes.
"Sinclair was not asked to pick up 11? Why is it Rajiv?"
in the monitoring screen.
A blond man in a white coat with a hooked nose raised a syringe and plunged it into the back of 11's neck. 11 instantly fell limp in his arms and was carried by him as he ran towards the stairs going down to the left, away from the safe house.
"Fake! The traitor who cheated and cheated!"
Martin was shaking with rage, raised his gun and rushed out of the room.
…
A bright moonlight hung in the dark sky.
Under the moonlight, there was no light on the outer surface of the Hawkins Experimental Building. It looked like a monster greedily opening its mouth. However, a blood-stained SUV crossed a group of cars and took the initiative to feed it into its mouth.
Dean jumped out of the car, wearing a white face, a big and high nose, a body armor and a helmet, and holding an AK47. He looked like an invading thug without paying attention.
"It seems I'm not too late."
He rushed into the first-floor corridor and passed over the broken limbs and debris on the ground.
Thoughts surged.
The body rose into the air and flew vertically to the upper floors against the corridor wall.
At the same time, God's perspective radar scans the interior of the building.
Half of the security guards turned into corpses and lay in a pool of blood, while the other half hid in various rooms playing an exciting game of "hide and seek" with the Sulian people.
But only one-third of their number were killed.
"There is a huge disparity in strength. It is simply a one-sided massacre. How can I fish in troubled waters?"
Another group of Sulian people were rummaging around in various rooms to collect important data and information and arrest researchers.
The last team entered the laboratory with a spherical water tank, took out a green bag of C4 plastic explosives, and attached it to the huge crack in the wall.
"What are you doing, blowing up this crack?"
Dean was a little confused as to why they did this, but now was not the time to dwell on it.
up.
On the ninth floor, Martin Brenner nervously raised a pistol and guarded the exit of the stairs on the left.
On this same floor, behind a steel door as smooth as a mirror, there were more than fifty researchers hiding, with uneasy expressions, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in a stable.
This is their safe house. The door is made of three layers of solid steel, and there are solid steel plates inside the walls on all sides, which together create an almost indestructible steel warehouse.
On the twelfth floor, a man in a white coat was running downstairs holding an unconscious little girl.
"Martin and 11 are both here, which saves me a lot of effort."
At this time, Dean flew to the fourth floor corridor, his expression changed, he landed and ran up.
The three Sulian people were climbing up the stairs in front of them. When they heard the footsteps, they turned and took a look.
Dean's deceptively identical attire made them relax their vigilance and lower their guns, but one of them realized that he had never seen this face before, and frowned and took another look.
"Goodbye, comrade."
Dean sighed to himself.
A gust of wind surged through the corridor.
The shadows of the past and telekinesis turned towards the guns in the hands of the three, and turned the guns to point at the teammates around them.
The next second, the three of them involuntarily pulled the triggers on their teammates, and then their limbs started dancing like an electric shock... A few firelights flickered in the dark corridor.
There were gunshots, muffled grunts, pops of bullets entering the flesh, and finally the bullet-riddled body slid against the wall, leaving large blood stains like paint on the stair railing.
"You killed Jarvis...Proficiency +5×3, shooting level 3 (215/400)
Dean stepped lightly over the body and continued flying upward.
Next, he entered the monitoring room and destroyed the monitoring equipment to avoid leaving any loopholes. He also encountered a dozen heavily armed Soviet people. These people had received strict military training and mastered very high-level shooting and fighting skills. .
If placed in an open area, if they realize that an enemy has sneaked into the team, it will take a lot of effort to deal with them.
But in this narrow and dark corridor, under Dean's very confusing dress, they had no time to react, and were sneak attacked and severely injured by "shadow" and telekinesis, and then allowed Dean to kill each other with headshots. .
Facts have once again proven that flesh and blood is as fragile as a piece of paper when faced with superpowers that cannot be guarded against.
"You killed... Proficiency +75, Shooting lv3 (290/400)..."
Dean was addicted to the pleasure of killing and improving his skills like riding a rocket, and stimulated by the strong smell of blood, his face turned sickly and red, and some strange sounds vaguely echoed in his mind.
“Midian is a paradise for monsters!”
"Baphomet marks you!"
"North, Athabasca!"
"Faco! Shut up!"
Da da da!
"You killed Ostrovsky, the supernatural hunter activated, you absorbed 0.5 power, power 14.2 → 14.7."
A soldier with gnarled muscles, his eyes and forehead covered with bullet holes, looked up with a face filled with reluctance, and sat down on the stairs, losing his voice.
hiss--
Dean released the trigger, lowered the hot muzzle, felt the bulging muscles under his skin, his eyes were filled with surprise.
"How come there is a superpower, but he is so weak?"
He didn't even see the opponent use his abilities, and this guy got shot in the head?
But now was not the time to think too much. Dean continued to fly to the upper floors with hot breath spurting from his nose.
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