Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 630: Super quality gun

After confirming that the damage caused by the flesh, rot, and thick juices on the ground in front of us has not yet increased to a level that threatens the human body, we kept the battle queue and moved quickly along the passage. Stepping on these blood and fleshy feet, the disgusting feeling makes people want to stay longer. The traces left over from the battle indicate that the murderer who created the scene of the massacre may have come from the "door", but when they retreated, they were divided into two batches and entered different forks. Because we didn’t plan to divide the forces to search, we finally chose the one with the least traces. This not only means that the enemy has the fewest numbers, but it may also mean that the enemy is something that “will not leave obvious traces”. Trouble beyond imagination.

Even so, it is better to find out what kind of trouble it is now that the whole situation is intact than it is to make the situation worse in the future.

During this period of time, some of the operational functions of the 51st area base have not been repaired. The most intuitive is the lighting function. The channel is covered in the faint blue fluorescence of the light loop, and the dim blue brilliance is It seems to be floating in mid-air, staring at this brilliance too intently with the naked eye, from time to time people will have an illusion, as if the light is surging and changing, and then you will feel that something is hidden in the depths of the light. thing. The faint blue light cannot illuminate every angle of the channel, and the visual distance exceeds 50 meters. However, after more than 20 meters, only a rough outline remains of the objects in the field of view. The same is true for the metal gate located at the end of the passage. With the naked eye, it can be judged by the outline that it is the end of the passage. However, without auxiliary equipment, it is difficult to see clearly the exposed gears and lever structures.

However, my only right eye is not the original eyeball. The multi-functional retina screen and interlocking judgment ability allow me to get rid of most of the obstacles.

The team was not attacked immediately after turning into the side road. Under the dim and psychedelic blue light, the channel was curved. Turning out of the field of vision fifty meters away, and this distance once again exceeded the observation range of the linkage determination. However, within this fifty-meter distance, there was no sign of life activity. Only some corpses were left. The blood stains meandered forward on the ground and walls, gradually becoming scarce. The battle in the passage is basically over until this area.

"They didn't stay." When the file was speaking, the phone that had been detecting the ghost response suddenly made a slight squeak, and then other people's phones also rang the same sound. Although the sound is not loud. But the multiple sounds are particularly noticeable in this passage that has fallen into post-war silence.

The mercenaries tensed their bodies for a moment, and looked around the passage carefully, and there was no sign on the surface, but. The response of the phone made this psychedelic blue light a little weird—the invisible things were hiding there.

"File, do you feel it?" I asked, because, in my sense, there is really nothing here.

The file shook her head and said, "I don't feel anything either." She took out her phone and left the queue alone and went around in a circle. The sound from the phone was loud and small, and not always. "Squeak" sound. For a while, a human-like sound came from the horn. Cannot hear what the other person is saying, muttering, muttering, arguing fiercely.

"This is?" Quick Gun hesitated. "Channel interference? Are there people nearby who use similar devices with us?"

"I seem to be hearing something." Cheka jumped in. As we cast our eyes, she was listening intently, after a while. Uncertainly raised his arm and pointed to the wall on the side of the front. Say: "There is something in there."

"Did you really hear it? Not an illusion?" Although the file said so, it walked cautiously in the direction Cheka pointed.

"...Wait!" The cleaner called the file, and said, "I seem to... also heard it." She and Cheka looked at each other, saying that they couldn't tell whether this was an illusion or a real clue.

"It's a woman's voice." Although the cleaner heard the sound later in time, it seemed to be clearer. "She's saying...she let us pass?" The cleaner frowned, and then only used The voice that I only heard murmured a few words, as if he was talking to the "speaker", and as if he was trying to figure out the content of the voice he heard. After a while, she raised her head and glanced at Cheka, who showed an expression of "I don't know what to say."

"Is it really meaningful content?" the file asked. Except me and Sakiya, everyone else focused on the two new players, the cleaner and Cheka. Because they are newcomers who are new to "mystery" and have low resistance to "mystery", they are more likely to have special reactions due to the environment than others, which is not a strange thing. However, this sensitivity does not necessarily lead to good results.

It’s like now, they can’t tell what they’re hearing, whether it’s auditory hallucinations, whether it’s a dangerous trap, whether it’s really meaningful, or whether it’s their sensitivity that leads to the awakening of "mysterious" powers. beginning. Others could not help them, because, except for them, no one heard a voice.

"I feel... the things that killed the soldiers are also going in the direction conveyed by the sound." The cleaner's statement was approved by Cheka.

I glanced at the file and confirmed again: "You mean, what power is there to deliberately attract something dangerous to a certain place?"

"Yes, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger." The cleaner said solemnly.

At this moment, the phone creaked again, and the sound was actually louder than before. Cheka suddenly covered his head and snorted, blood spilling from his nostrils. The other mercenaries suddenly became nervous, and Cheka's injury at this moment made people have to think that a force was attacking her, and should they attack other people in the next step? The file and I also tightened my nerves, but to be honest, I still didn't notice anything wrong. Whether it is physical observation or sensory detection, there is no sign of the slightest.

I think that Cheka was affected by the hallucinations, the cleaners were the same, and the murderers who killed the soldiers in the 51st district were the same.

"All right? Cheka." The file asked with a deep breath.

"No, I'm okay." Cheka wiped the nosebleed away with the back of his hand, his face was a little pale, but his eyes seemed to be brighter than before, "I just tried to find the location of the sound. But my brain seemed to be pricked by a needle. Same."

"It seems that something weird is doing a trick." Although some members were injured before they found the enemy, the file was not very nervous, "Well, you two, don't pursue the voice. It's the source. You don't have any precautions. You will only get hurt in vain."

Cheka and the cleaner looked at each other. They seemed to want to prove themselves, but reason made them acquiesce in the file order. On the normal battlefield, they are veterans who are not inferior to everyone here. But on the "mysterious" battlefield, they are just newbies just getting started.

"If you can, it's better not to listen to that sound so carefully." I interjected. This suggestion comes from my intuition and the occult knowledge I have previously understood. "The more you care. The interference of the sound on you The stronger, because the power of concentration will open the high-speed channel directly to consciousness. You keep paying attention to it and touching it is like inviting it into your consciousness."

"Sounds really illusory." The cleaner nodded and said, "However, I will pay attention."

"Is there no way to isolate this sound?" Cheka's resistance to that auditory hallucination is obviously lower than that of the cleaner. "This ghost sound is like an increasing herd of ducks. If you care, there is no way to do it."

"It's a pity. You have to get through it yourself." The file shrugged regretfully. "It's dangerous, isn't it? But it's'mystery', no one can fully prepare for it. And..." she Glanced at the others. Shen Sheng said: "If this voice is indeed tempting something, and it continues to increase, I think you will feel it soon."

The faces of the three veteran graystone enhancers, wrestler, gray fox, and quick spear, are a little gloomy. They also thought of this, but there is no better defense. This kind of power that directly interferes with the spirit cannot be resisted by ordinary defensive means. The best solution is to find the other party and interrupt the source of this interfering force.

"This sound cannot cover the entire base." Quick Gun said: "No matter what the source is, it is not far away. It's best to find it and kill it. Otherwise, it will be more dangerous if you encounter it in the future. Clean Gonghe Cheka also said that the voice seemed to be calling, and the monsters who killed the soldiers followed the voice. Obviously, it was preparing for a big scene. Boss, shall we follow it and have a look?"

"Gao Chuan?" The file didn't answer directly, but looked at me.

"You should ask Cheka and the cleaners. Are they able to support them." I looked at them and said: "Even if you can barely bear it, it doesn't mean you won't pay. Whether in orthodox medicine or occult In China, the mental damage is incalculable and difficult to recover."

"Whatever you do, there is a price, isn't it?" The cleaner shrugged indifferently. "When I decided to do this, I was mentally prepared."

Cheka was silent for a while, took out two syringes from his tactical pocket, threw one of them to the cleaner, and said, "If necessary, if you continue to inject, it may make you feel better."

"What's this?" Not only the cleaners, but others are also asking the same questions.

"I made it myself, similar to a sleeping pill, which can make people go into deep sleep for the first time." Cheka said: "If you use it too many times in a short time, you may not wake up. However, in the case of deep sleep , It should be able to resist this kind of mental interference. Moreover, from my past experience, after waking up, it is also very good for recovering mental trauma. It will make you feel that everything that happened before falling asleep is like a dream It’s just as untrue—to be honest, it’s actually a side effect, but it’s sometimes effective."

The cleaner took the injection medicine with an expression of interest, took a close look at the purple-red potion in the syringe, and carefully put it into his tactical pocket.

"Boss, is this medicine really effective?" Grey Fox asked me and the file.

"Sounds like it should be possible." The file shrugged and said, "The actual effect has to be really used. Anyway, it is always better to prepare with one hand. Cheka, how much is this potion? "

"The configuration process of the medicine is very cumbersome, and the medicinal materials are difficult to find." Cheka replied calmly: "The last configuration was three years ago, and now there are five tubes left."

"Enough." The file asserted: "Me and Takakawa don't need this thing, what about Sakiya-san?" Although she asked Sakiya back, her "enough" remarks actually included Sakiya. Indeed, Sakiya didn't make many shots, but she was abnormal in the state of Ashbringer. It can be felt by everyone, especially for people like me and the file who have stepped deep into the "mysterious" world.

Normal Sakiya will not be mentioned for the time being, Sakiya in the state of Ashbringer does not need this medicine at all.

"Then. Go ahead. Cheka. Cleaner, where did you say the sound is going to take us?" After everything was ready, the file confirmed the direction again. Where we are going, and where the things that killed the soldiers go. They didn't follow this passage all the way, but through a seemingly smooth wall-there was a door there, but the coordinates were not those that I chained in the boundary line.

"Can we turn it on?" The gray fox muttered as he stared at the hard metal wall in front of the wall. The doors in this base are hidden in the walls in a strange way. Usually you need to confirm the permission by contact to open it. The permission will be matched with the coordinates of the "door". If the permission is sufficient, no matter what part of the passage, you can open the "door" by touching the wall, but if the permission is insufficient, only the contact It's just a metal wall.

"The soldiers who killed those soldiers are unlikely to be the people in the 51st District." Quick Gun said calmly: "Since the sound is tempting those things to pass, it is tempting us at this time. It will naturally open it up for us. The door here."

I think Kuaijian’s judgment is very close to the facts, at least, in the case of "door". In order to achieve the best fit, Cheka is responsible for the role of opening the door, because. She was the first to hear the "voice". It did not disappoint. The moment she touched the wall, the light loop quickly formed the outline of the "door". Staring at the dark world behind the door, my intuition with the file was triggered again. There is something behind. The naked eye, retina screen, and chain determination can't confirm the environment there, but. This unexplainable feeling allows us to make the decision to enter first at the same time.

"All cheer up! There are...enemies behind." The file said in a condensed voice, and I had already stepped into the "door" first.

When crossing the "door", the moment a brand-new field of vision is illuminated on the retina screen, a huge sense of oppression suddenly spreads over. "Straight ahead", "rapid", "heavy", "huge matter", the parameters that assess the source of this sense of oppression suddenly jumped out on the retinal screen, and from my perspective, the dynamic image of the thing coming from the front is slowing down. Speed ​​playback. The brain hardware had already started up for the first time, controlling the prosthetic body to raise the arm, and in the next blink of an eye at normal time, a metal cylinder the size of a double hug collided with the hand extended by the prosthetic body.

The huge impact force instantly penetrates the spine along the arm, and is transmitted to the legs under the guidance of the posture adjustment and details of the prosthesis, and then fiercely vented to the ground. A thunderous sound rolled in the passage in an instant, followed by the violent whirlpool brought by the shock wave. With my body as the center, the distortion of the air made my vision blurred. Under the operation of the brain hardware, the prosthetic body adjusts the posture at the fastest speed to maintain balance and vent the power. Even so, this strong impact almost pushes me out of the "door" again.

The damage degree of the prosthetic body is 8%. This purely physical impact is too terrifying. In the preliminary assessment of the brain hardware, the material of this "cannonball" is "unknown alloy".

The reason why I didn't retreat was completely because the file immediately stepped into this space, and after I caught the impact of the huge metal cylinder, I activated the "stationary" super power. At least half of the kinetic energy has been transformed by "stillness". My vision was blocked by the huge metal cylinder in front of me, and I couldn't see the enemy who launched this ambush~IndoMTL.com~ The opponent must be fifty meters away, because no target was detected within the range of the chain determination.

The next breath, I galloped forward five steps against this huge metal cylinder, and threw it back forward. Of course, there is a big gap between the speed and when it is shot. The opponent should be launched through a specific device or special ability, rather than just throwing it with physical strength like me. It is completely impossible for such a huge metal cylinder to achieve the kinetic energy of the original scale, a human-shaped structure smaller than the volume of this metal cylinder.

The metal cylinder that was thrown was more than 20 meters away, and it was stuck by a huge attraction, which significantly increased the speed of flight. However, this should be the behavior of the enemy's recovery of shells.

Others quickly came from behind the "door", and they naturally saw the situation of the metal cylinder flying back. The huge "cannonball" that the perimeter needs two people to hug together made the mercenaries breathe a sigh of relief. Even wrestlers who have confidence in their physique and strength can't help but twitch their mouths.

"Are there any mistakes, you have to face an opponent of this level when you come over." Although she did not see the beginning, she has already understood the situation that she and others are facing right now through the scene at this time. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)