Qi Zhen gritted her teeth, took out a bunch of grenades from the human race bag, and threw them towards the stairs.
Boom boom boom!
A violent explosion sounded between the stairs. After the fire faded, a clear space was cleared on the stairs.
Not only Qi Zhen, Zhaka and Nuolan also followed suit, throwing the grenades in the space artifact upwards as if for free.
Their idea is very simple, this can most effectively reduce the pressure faced by Lin Biao.
Obviously the effect is good.
With the stairs as a buffer, those fake Marks lost the advantage of pouring bullets. After all, their bullets can't turn, right?
"Take a rest." Qi Zhen said to Lin Biao, and simply took out the iron fist in the human race bag and fired it upward one after another.
Lin Biao really needed to rest. Without Qi Zhen's reminder, he took back the position he had just arranged in front of everyone, sat cross-legged on the ground with some weakness, and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.
It is hard to imagine that in such a tense and fierce fighting environment, Lin Biao could start meditating so easily. His mind was really strong.
Nuolan stood guard next to Lin Biao, staring at the path the four came from to prevent enemies from outflanking them from the back. Zaka and Qi Zhen looked at each other, nodded, and began to climb the stairs.
They had to find a way to pretend to be a bridgehead at the stairwell on the third floor, because shooting upward would be too passive.
The longer Qi Zhen spends in this world, the more he realizes how important firepower is in combat, so that now, from the bottom of his heart, he actually relies more on Iron Fist rockets instead of ordinary submachine guns.
Of course, Qi Zhen knew that not all troops had the conditions to use rockets as guns, but it had to be said that the power of rockets was more than a bit more powerful than submachine guns, and it was truly worthy of its high cost.
boom! boom!
Every time they take one or two steps up, Qi Zhen and Xhaka will launch an Iron Fist rocket. Based on the one-time use principle of Iron Fist, their approach is very luxurious. After shooting a rocket, the launcher will be thrown away. On the side, he took out another one from the space artifact.
Mia's early preparations helped a lot, and finally gave the four of them the confidence to defeat so many enemies.
Ten minutes later, the two finally walked through the long stairs and reached the third floor step by step.
Qi Zhen poked her head slightly and frowned involuntarily.
The corridor on the third floor is no different from the second floor. The difference is that there are too many biomarkers here.
It even made the two of them feel numb.
They poured in the direction of the two of them persistently. Whenever the people in front were blasted by rockets, the gap would be quickly filled by those behind them.
From the moment the two of them appeared on the third floor, Qi Zhen could clearly feel the sudden increase in pressure. Whether it was an illusion or not, the enemies were coming in faster and in greater numbers than when he was on the stairs just now.
After careful observation, Qi Zhen finally understood the reason for this.
It turns out that the stairs are narrower than the width of the corridor, so this effect is obviously produced.
It was at this time that Qi Zhen discovered with some embarrassment that the iron fist in the human race bag seemed to have bottomed out.
After leaving a few rounds unused, Qi Zhen first threw a bunch of grenades into the distance, then took out his submachine gun and started pouring bullets.
Xhaka next to him obviously faced the same problem as Qi Zhen, but he made a different choice.
Bang!
A heavy machine gun suddenly appeared on the top step of the third floor, followed by a deafening explosion.
Da da da da da!
The heavy machine gun is obviously more powerful than Qi Zhen's submachine gun and more durable than grenades. It seems to be the best way to deal with the current situation.
"How's it going?" Lin Biao's voice suddenly sounded from behind Qi Zhen.
"Are you okay?" Qi Zhen asked.
"It's okay for now." Lin Biao said.
"With the heavy machine gun set up here, there is no problem in maintaining a balance with the enemy's refresh speed. We hide under the stairs and don't have to worry too much about being hit by enemy bullets, but we can't rush up. This is the biggest problem. "Qi Zhen said with a solemn expression.
Qi Zhen is right. If the four of them choose to rush into the corridor, Zaka's heavy machine gun must stop. Once the heavy machine gun stops shooting, the number of enemies will double. Can four submachine guns be used to reach the same level as the heavy machine gun? Not to mention the same lethality, the problem is that they will inevitably return to the enemy's fire coverage, no matter how you look at it, it will be no different from just now.
"I can't do the same thing as before." Lin Biao said bluntly.
"I know, so I have to find a way." Qi Zhen nodded.
At this moment, Nuolan suddenly let out a cry, "What is that?"
Qi Zhen and Lin Zhu followed her gaze and saw something similar to a fire hydrant hanging quietly on the wall of the third-floor passage. The only difference was that it was not a water gun or water gun. Instead of a belt, it was a weird-looking firearm.
Qi Zhen's pupils shrank slightly, wondering if such a good thing could happen?
He said in a deep voice: "Two rockets will help me clear the way. I will get that thing back."
Two iron fists suddenly appeared in the hands of Lin Biao and Nuo Lan, and they were blasted towards the end of the corridor.
Two explosions suddenly sounded, the heavy machine gun in Zaka's hand stopped, and Qi Zhen ran out almost at the same time.
Less than ten seconds later, the heavy machine gun fired again, and Qi Zhen had already ran back with the weird-looking firearm.
"Is this a gun?" Nuolan asked.
"Yes." Qi Zhen responded happily, "With this thing, we can rush over."
"Really?" Nuolan asked.
Qi Zhen said nothing more, patted Zaka on the shoulder and asked him to put away the heavy machine gun.
Quietness returned to the corridor again.
Only the heavy and dense footsteps were left, approaching the four of them again.
"Follow me." Qi Zhen said, standing on the passage with both feet.
Chug tug tug!
How could Biomark let go of this opportunity? The dense bullets were fired towards Qi Zhen, covering all the space around Qi Zhen.
Qi Zhen pulled the trigger just a moment later than her opponent. Even before the bullets could hit Qi Zhen, the weird-looking gun in his hand finally spit out its own bullets.
No, it wasn't a bullet, it was a light.
A colorful light filled the entire corridor.
Zhi!
A huge laser spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets originally shot at Qi Zhen's body evaporated instantly.
No bullet can match the speed of light, and no bullet in the world can match the power of a laser.
The moment the laser was fired, Qi Zhen's hair flew back instantly. His hand barely grasped the gun, and his body was pushed back by the huge force of the shock.
Li Qiang was once a gunner, and Qi Zhen had seen him use a laser cannon. However, the biggest difference between the two laser weapons was that Li Qiang's laser cannon was a single shot, while Qi Zhen's laser cannon fired once. Pull the trigger and it's continuous.
As soon as the biochemical Marks blocking the front came into contact with the laser, their bodies were evaporated instantly like those bullets. In just a few moments, the entire corridor was completely emptied!
"Walk!"
Qi Zhen took the lead and walked at the front, followed closely by the others.
This weapon, which obviously does not belong to this era, must be a product of alien technology. From another perspective, it may be prepared for everyone in the team.
Zizzi!
The four of them moved forward quickly and soon arrived outside the room where Mark was imprisoned.
At this time, Mark was hanging in the room with a painful look on his face, seemingly unconscious.
Zhaka killed the aliens in the room with three strokes, looking at the colorful instruments in front of him, he felt worried.
Qi Zhen stared at the updated fakes outside the door, while the other three stood in front of the instruments in the room, silent.
"How can we release him?" Nuo Lan asked Lin Biao.
Lin Biao looked at the buttons and the complicated alien text above them, frowning and thinking.
Then he reached out and tapped a few of the buttons.
The tubes on Mark's body instantly separated from his body, and his body seemed to be spit out and fell to the ground with a snap.
Outside the room, the faces of the biochemical Marks suddenly shrank, and the firearms in their hands turned into a puddle of pus.
Qi Zhen looked into the room with some confusion. When she saw that Mark had been rescued, her expression finally softened.
Zhaka stepped forward to help Mark up and shook him slightly.
Mark woke up leisurely.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Qi Zhen asked.
"It's okay." Mark smiled weakly.
Qi Zhen thought it would be great if Zhang Chi could diagnose and treat him here, but she said, "You need to recover first."
Mark shook his head resolutely and said, "No, we must blow up this place as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult for us to come back."
"What do you mean?!" Qi Zhen was stunned.
What the four of them didn't know was that after teleporting five people into the alien spacecraft in the valley, the extremely huge alien machine began to slowly lift off, and was now slowly flying towards the boundless universe outside the earth. go.
"They want to use us as experimental subjects. We will provide the body, and the aliens will provide the consciousness, so that they can completely control the planet. Those biochemical soldiers are just one of the experiments." Mark said slowly, "And I am just another experiment.”
Qi Zhen took a breath of air. What he cared about was not that he might become a test subject like Mark, but that once they flew out of outer space, maybe as Mark said, they would never come back.
This is not possible!
"Do you know where the boss is?" Qi Zhen asked anxiously.
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