The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, and Rajiv rushed down the stairs with 11 in his arms.
Success is just around the corner. If you bring 11 and join the compatriots who come to rescue you, you can end your long spy career in Hawkins Laboratory and return to the embrace of your motherland with the most valuable experimental products.
Become a hero full of honor and merit.
On that broad, short and serious face, a pair of deep eyes were pregnant with hope and joy, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of the mouth.
He missed the black caviar and big riba of his hometown more and more.
The footsteps were lighter.
"stop!"
The commanding voice interrupted Rajiv's beautiful longing. As soon as he arrived at the stairs, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his left temple.
He could barely see a familiar serious and rigid face out of the corner of his eye.
Martin Brenner looked at him coldly, with arrogance, stubbornness and a touch of contempt in his eyes.
"Dr. Brenner, this joke is not funny at all. Put the gun down and look at 11. She is injured and unconscious and needs immediate treatment!"
boom.
A blood flower bloomed on his white research clothes. Rajiv screamed and fell to the ground, hissing and gasping for breath while covering the wound on his left abdomen.
"You've hidden it so deeply. How come I didn't find out that you were a traitor after working together for two years?"
Martin took the 11 and put the pistol against the back of Rajiv's head, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
“Who do you work for and how much do they pay you?”
The man smiled, but his smile was distorted by the pain of the wound.
"Don't you let 11 monitor us every day? By the way, my name is not Rajiv, my real name is Ivan."
"Damn Sulian people, are you crazy? How dare you launch an invasion on such a large scale? Are you going to start the Third World War?"
Ivan shook his head, "Have you forgotten? This is a supernatural competition with its own set of rules."
"The United States destroyed a laboratory with hundreds of people in my country two years ago, taking away the lives of countless compatriots. We did not necessarily launch a nuclear bomb. This time it was just a small tit-for-tat, limited to the supernatural field."
Ivan said with great emotion,
"This has not always been the case in the past decade or so. Whenever one of us is about to make a breakthrough, it will be dealt a devastating blow by the other party, and the results will be scrapped. This cycle continues, as if God has allowed us to linger in the same place forever."
Martin was unusually silent.
Ivan's expression changed when he saw this,
"Dr. Brenner, to tell you the truth, I have always been honored to work with a talented person like you. You are a peerless genius, and your thoughts and ideas are greater and more advanced than Einstein's."
"And the disaster in 1979 has proved that superpowers are greater than what we know. They can break the boundaries of science and make the impossible possible. They can create miracles that cannot be achieved even if science and technology develop for another hundred years. .”
The accident in 1979?
Martin's face darkened.
Ivan endured the pain and continued to flatter.
"You will surely set off a supernatural revolution that spans centuries."
"But you chose the wrong partner to cooperate with. The U.S. government did not value your capabilities and technology, and only used your innovation as a tool to spy on other countries."
"And it has also concealed the truth from you. It not only researches three major projects, but also uses the demonic legacy received during World War II to research biological and chemical weapons and viruses that injure humanity. Even Satan in hell bows down to its evil."
There was deep hatred in Ivan's tone;
"Sooner or later, all mankind will suffer catastrophe because of it."
"Now that you have an opportunity, why not turn to the bright side and come back to your hometown with me? My motherland will use all resources to support your research."
"Shut up! I have no interest in jumping from one cesspit to another." A complicated look flashed in Martin's eyes and he pressed the trigger.
Boom!
An eardrum-piercing explosion came from the lower floors of the building. The huge impact caused a small earthquake. The floor of the corridor shook and the wall panels of the roof cracked.
"What did you blow up?" Martin's heart jumped into his throat,
"The crack created by 11, but it is more than just a crack, it is also the key to another world," Ivan said calmly, "But your strategy is too conservative and you will not make progress in a few years, so my compatriots help You speed up the process."
"If you are willing to cooperate. We will bombard it with energy machines next, so that you can witness the miracle inside."
"Faco! No one can interfere with my research!"
Martin suddenly pulled the trigger angrily. The bullet penetrated the back of Ivan's head and exploded into a mass of red and white bones and flesh on the wall.
Ivan's pupils dilated and he knelt forward. At the last moment of his life, a familiar melody echoed in his mind:
Thousands of troops
galloping on the grassland
day and night
Cross mountains and ridges
Boundless
Dear motherland
red cavalry
salute you
Boundless
Dear motherland
motherland--
He closed his eyes with tears.
…
Ta-ta-ta...
The fatal crisis inspired Martin's potential. He rushed into the deserted corridor from the left corridor with the little girl's thin body in his arms. He turned around and just arrived in front of the shiny steel door of the safe house in the corner.
Insert the key, enter the password, and pull the handle.
Revealing a second smooth, mirror-like security door inside.
He was about to knock on the steel door to send a signal when a ball of blood suddenly burst out from his left shoulder. With a scream, 11 in his arms fell to his feet. His little face was pale and his eyes were closed, like an abandoned doll.
Then a gun was pressed against the back of his neck.
"Doctor, don't move if you don't want to die." A red-faced man with a beard who walked out of the corridor warned in fluent English. Another beautiful blond woman picked up 11 on the ground, and then spoke a few words in Russian to the intercom next to her shoulder. .
The remaining companions stared at the second sealed steel door, but found that there was not even a handle, keyhole, peephole, or sensing area to be found. It was like an impenetrable wall.
They tried pulling and pushing a few times, but nothing moved.
"How to open it?"
The red-faced man poked Martin in the neck with the muzzle of his gun.
"This door can only be opened from the inside." Martin groaned and covered the wound on his shoulder. The bullet passed through the shoulder and did not hit the key part. Apart from the pain, it was not too serious.
The red-faced man and the blond woman exchanged glances.
"Listen, Doctor, all scientific researchers are valuable assets to mankind. It would be a waste to die like this."
"As long as you convince them to come out and surrender, I promise you that you will never touch a hair on them. They will continue their original work intact, just in a different place."
"How dare you refuse? We're going to blow up the whole building, and then this turtle shell will still have any meaning?"
The red-faced man's naked threat made Martin's face grow darker, and then he snorted disdainfully, showing an attitude of being unwilling to cooperate.
The big man pointed at his head, turned around and shouted towards the door,
"Open the door now or kill him!"
But the researchers on the other side of the door just huddled in a ball and shivered, not daring to approach the door.
The big man threatened him a few more times and saw that it had no effect, so he angrily swung the butt of his gun and knocked Martin unconscious, preparing to drag him away from the door.
But suddenly a soldier ran over to the dark staircase opposite.
His coat was stained with blood, his body was strong, his helmet was riddled with bullet holes, and his facial features were blurred by camouflage.
But the same outfit.
The pace is fast.
The five people couldn't help but turn their eyes, and when they opened their mouths to say hello, they saw the man wave his hand slightly.
The red-faced man heard a faint but extreme whooshing sound in his ears. It was the sound of some small object flying through the air at high speed.
It flashed by like a shooting star across the sky.
The thin blood lines on the necks of the three soldiers standing in a row outside the security door instantly split. The lines collapsed, and hot blood spurted out, shockingly reaching the high ceiling.
The red-faced man horrifiedly raised the muzzle of his AK and aimed it at the soldiers on the opposite side, but his fingers were too trembling to pull the trigger, and his vitality quickly disappeared with the broken artery.
He knelt forward, blood dripping down his neck and gathering in a pool.
In half a breath, only the last blonde woman was left among the five soldiers outside the security door. However, when the board flew past her neck, it suddenly lost its momentum and landed inexplicably.
The blonde woman's beautiful blue eyes stared at the attacker in the distance with hatred, and the whites of her eyes disappeared in horror, turning into black holes——
Dean had already released his soul from the tablet in advance to make room, but at this moment he couldn't help but have a twisted illusion.
Time freezes at this moment.
The entire corridor and the lights around him were absorbed by the woman's dark pupils.
The light became extremely dim.
Something whispered in the darkness, giving birth to a series of strange changes in an instant——
The shadow under Dean's feet came to life, stretched out two dark arms as thin as matches, grabbed his ankles, and squirmed upwards against his pants with ten fingers swinging rapidly.
The place where he was touched produced a soul-freezing paralysis, which quickly spread throughout his body. He was suddenly unable to move his fingers or speak, and even his "shadow" fell into a deep sleep and lost control.
As the hands gradually climbed up, a stickman with a dark body, slender limbs, and a round head without facial features crawled out from the shadows.
It stretched out its arms and hugged Dean forcefully. Countless needle-like holes were opened on its dark skin, and it sucked greedily, sucking away Dean's mental and physical energy like a vampire.
Dean only felt biting cold and numbness at first, but what frightened him was that these strange feelings quickly disappeared. He completely lost consciousness and could no longer feel the existence of half of his body.
It was as if the stickman had completely taken away a part of his body.
The shadows of the past are quickly becoming lighter and more transparent.
Faced with such a strange situation, Dean couldn't even express his anger and helplessness.
An irresistible sleepiness poured a bucket of cement into his brain. His mind was as slow as death and he couldn't concentrate.
Sleep, sleep, sink into the abyss and never wake up again.
Stickman whispered in his ear.
His cheeks were slack, his expression was confused, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed.
…
"Eternal Baphomet has marked you!"
When Dean's consciousness was about to completely disappear, the familiar loud and loud auditory hallucinations exploded in his mind, like light tearing through the darkness, and Dean bit his tongue sharply.
Amid the sweetness and stinging pain, his dazed mind suddenly regained consciousness.
At this critical moment,
Between the blond woman who activated the weird ability and the trapped Dean, the second security door that had not moved for ten thousand years suddenly opened a crack.
A smoke bomb rolled out, the shell exploded, and the thick white smoke turned into a sea of surging clouds, filling the corridor and blocking the two people's sight.
"Чтозачёрт!"
The woman roared madly, but her eyes lost sight. Her dark pupils suddenly returned to blue, and she was forced to interrupt her ability. She quickly pulled the trigger towards the unconscious Martin Brenner at the gate and Dean beside him. .
But the stickman retreated into the shadow. Dean escaped from the suffocating embrace, instinctively called out the "ghost armor", and then picked up a gun with all his strength. The body of the gun reflected the silvery metallic luster, and the muzzle was pointed at the distant mist. The position of the woman among the surroundings.
boom!
The bullet penetrated the flesh and the heavy object fell to the ground.
Dean's chest shook, and the bullet bounced off the shield.
A bloody hole opened in the woman's smooth forehead, and she fell to the ground with her eyes wide open.
You killed Sena, proficiency +5, shooting level 3 (330/400), supernatural hunter activated, you absorbed 0.5 spirit, spirit: 18.1→18.6.
…
breathe…
The smoke cleared.
Dean was lying on the ground covered in sweat, panting violently, with palpitations and joy flashing in his eyes.
He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so weak, it seemed like he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
"What the hell kind of ability does this woman have? She is more sinister and cunning than the Shadow."
If the annoying auditory hallucination hadn't happened and the people in the safe house hadn't taken action, he would have capsized in the gutter.
But now, as the energy drawn by the supernatural hunter continues to restore his form, the weakness begins to fade away quickly.
He stood up tremblingly, used his telekinesis to pull the unconscious 11 over, glanced to the side, and his face darkened.
Martin Brun, who had been lying at the security door, was replaced by a dead, bald man.
Where have you gone?
Looking inside the safe house from a God's perspective, a group of people in white coats were surrounding Martin to check his injuries - obviously, the bald male researcher at the door was unlucky enough to block the gun for him.
Faco!
Dean tried to use his telekinesis to strangle Martin Brenner through the door, but his telekinesis couldn't get through at all.
Fortunately, the researchers hiding in the steel shell seemed to know nothing about the "infighting" outside the door just now, and they just happened to save Martin!
Dean turned his perspective to the bottom of the floor. More than a dozen Soviet soldiers were approaching this floor in two groups along the stairs on both sides. If he had to fight his way down to escape, the dead Sulian would be When a person goes beyond what is reasonable, he is 100% exposed.
Above, the multiple steel doors leading to the rooftop apron were completely locked.
Dean looked at a wall to the side and sensed the windy night sky outside the wall.
The only way out is here!
He resolutely threw smoke grenades into the corridors on both sides to delay, and then took out a cube of military green C4 plastic explosives and an M26 grenade from the fantasy space.
The package was removed and a hundred grams of explosive that looked like a ball of white chewing gum was stuck to the wall.
Hold 11 and retreat behind the protective wall at the entrance of the stairs.
Hold the M26 grenade in your right hand, press its safety tab, and pull out the tab at the same time.
Throw it forward.
The grenade was rolled up with telekinesis and drew a wonderful arc, flying towards C4 against the wall.
…
boom!
explode.
The red heat licked the C4 on the wall.
Boom!
The second major explosion shook the entire floor.
The majestic impact tore a hole in the outer wall of the laboratory building, and debris flew like a waterfall into half of the corridor. The dust in the sky blocked the light, and fine particles surged in the air.
At this time, the cold moonlight and the biting cold wind from high altitude filtered in from outside the cave.
Dean was shaken by the wind. He quickly stood up and threw several corpses in the corridor to the hole, then jumped into the high air outside with 11 on his back.
Under the moonlight, his figure froze, and he flew into the depths of the night like a bat and disappeared.
…
soon.
Major Yuri led a team to arrive. He looked at the hole in the side wall, the corpse at the entrance, and the locked steel door of the safe house. He closed his eyes for his dead comrades with a sad face.
His eyes were spitting fire, like a volcano about to erupt,
"Blow the door open for me!"
Another man wearing glasses shook his head,
"This door is made of solid steel. It's at least two feet thick. It can't be done in a short time."
At this time, a hurried warning came from the intercom on Yuri's shoulder. He sighed, picked up the body of a comrade, and
"The support from the laboratory is coming soon, everyone is here, retreat immediately!"
…
In the safe house, Martin Brenner woke up from a coma with his wound bandaged. When he opened his eyes, a large group of concerned faces of his colleagues came into view.
He shouted sullenly,
"The Sulian people took away 11 and our treasure. We must take her back!"
(End of chapter)
