The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 16: The Faith of Blasphemy (Lower Middle)

Beelenko’s meeting room is 30 meters away in a straight line. Several members of the ghost’s right hand are exchanging messages nervously: "How many people can confirm their identities... There are already more than twenty people, my God, Twenty sons of god..."

"The fourth team has lost contact, which proves that the b3 conference room was captured by the enemy."

"Is the leader of the fourth team the former senior Philippine swat instructor? He didn't have time to report the enemy's information, and his death was worthless."

"Have you found the selected person."

"Not yet, but Mr. Worthington planted a'seed' on him. As soon as the seed germinates, he will be able to grasp his position."

"Where is Worthington Alpha Gold Mine now."

"To the northeast, near the central control room, trying to restore the power supply, he also encountered the enemy, but he can still control the scene for the time being."

The young Arab man in a black suit frowned deeply. His arms were broken at the elbows, and his right arm was fitted with a mechanical prosthesis made by black olive branches. With regard to his mentality, someone around him asked: "Mr. Nasser, what should we do, the selected person does not know where, and the enemy is pressing on, fighting or fleeing."

"How many people are there." Maury Nasser looked around. A dozen ghost soldiers were on guard at the two exits of the house. This is a long-dust tea room with dust on the table. A light stick provided limited lighting. The ghost’s right-handed dispatched to the Central African battlefield had a total of 240 members, two-thirds of which were rigorous combat-trained action members. When the Central African regular army evacuated the underground bunker, the ghost The technicians finally discovered that the images on the screen were fake, and the selected person they were responsible for protecting disappeared. This shocked and angered the five “Alphas”.

The ghost caste system determines the strict subordinate relationship. Only five of the two hundred and forty people of the Alpha caste are natural leaders. The five people immediately decided to break up the organization and divide them into five teams to carry out the bunker. After a full search, Maury Nasser led one of the teams along the circular corridor to investigate in the northwest direction. At this time, the power supply was completely interrupted, and the communication with the outside world was cut off. A few seconds later, the fierce attack was like a knife. The team was cut into two parts, screaming, blood splashing, and blindly returning fire. The firepower was shining like fireworks. Nasser failed to see the enemy's appearance. Dozens of soldiers fell to the ground and lost their lives. He took the surviving part. The team retreats to this tea room, and can breathe a sigh of relief just now.

The radio signal was severely disturbed, and I was informed intermittently that more than twenty sons of God had appeared in the bunker. This news made Nasser desperate. He himself was a creation of Lucifer, the son of God who mastered the ability of air bombs, without any People understand the horror of the Son of God better than him. He secretly joined the ghost organization two years ago. The clear rules and precepts of the Temple of Thorns Cross made the ambitious Nasser unbearable. By chance, the listener conveyed the mystery to him. As a metaphor, he was transformed from a believer in the Brotherhood into a noble Alpha ghost overnight. On the battlefield in Tokyo, he assassinated the "tycoon" Juan Modorado, and at the same time exposed his identity and was the bell-ringer. The gene virus deprived the son of God’s ability and had to sacrifice his arms to save his life. After returning to the ghost headquarters, his caste was officially raised from Alpha to Alpha, becoming a noble leader,

It took such a heavy price to get today's status. Nasser didn't want everything to end here. "A few people." He raised the volume and asked again,

"There are twenty people in the room." The middle-aged man leaning on the opposite cupboard clutched his abdomen and panted and replied. Nasser felt relieved to see Demu Beta Silver Mine alive. A capable agent of the Intelligence Investigation Office of the Japanese Cabinet is a reliable ghost. His presence will undoubtedly make people feel more at ease. "Ideki, you are injured."

"It's just a scratch." Idekiike Taro replied through gritted teeth,

"Who has the highest synchronization rate among all people now." Nasser nodded and asked,

Everyone’s eyes were focused on one person at the same time, and he replied: “It’s him, Sam Betajian Silvermine. Although his caste is low, the speed of the synchronization rate is amazing. He is one of the best in the entire silver mine, and listeners attach great importance to him."

Nasser turned his head and looked at the American who was holding the revolver in the corner and wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses despite the darkness, "Sam, what is your synchronization rate."

Sam Williams spit out the gum from his mouth: "5.6, what."

"Contact the listener immediately." The Arab youth ordered and interrupted the American complaining: "Sam, I know this is the worst space and time, but we must get in touch with the listener immediately, Brotherhood Sending such a powerful force to prove that they have locked all the possibilities on this selected person. This is the signal of the beginning of a full-scale war. The ghost cannot sit still and we will protect you and start contacting immediately."

Sam's face suddenly became cloudy and sunny, and suddenly he threw his hand back into the holster and sat in the corner and closed his eyes: "Okay, okay, I'm going to meditate now, and finally earn some hard money. , I don’t want to die in this dark place... Give me ten minutes."

"Three minutes." Maury Nasser suddenly hit the wall with a punch, and a flexible cyst in the metal mesh at the end of the prosthesis burst, releasing 1 unit of concussive spores, which consisted of forty-eight butyl methyl sulfide. The nano-scale oscillating spores composed of ether molecules can use the charge carried by the spin to generate a space oscillation of 0.5 seconds. The molecular-level oscillation can crush the molecular bonds of organic and inorganic substances, and smash most known substances into low-molecular states. This is dangerous. The technology of the black olive branch is an experimental product of the black olive branch. If it is not well controlled, the Concussion Spore will turn the owner of the weapon into a smear of fly ash. However, in the eyes of Nasser, who has lost the ability of the Son of God, there is no more suitable weapon than this. Firearms are as ridiculous as toys in front of the Son of God. Only the strongest fist can wipe out the alien species.

The metal fist pierced through the wall like a tofu, and plunged into the chest of a brotherhood soldier outside. After 0.5 seconds passed, the shock spores' electricity was exhausted, and the prosthesis stopped in the enemy's chest through In the hollow of the wall, Nasser could see the opponent’s eyes filled with incredible writing, “Just a pawn, do a routine search, don’t panic.” The Arab’s right arm was pulled hard, and a pounding heart was pulled by the bleeding chest. Nasser used his thumb to gently cut off the coronary arteries, blood shot into the air like a fountain, and the enemy outside slid softly against the wall,

"Those people will come here with the smell of blood." Taro Deki Chi reminded,

"Scattered to both sides, the corridors outside are very long, and there is enough space for firepower to suppress. We don’t suffer from this kind of terrain." Nasser threw his heart away and wiped the blood from the prosthesis on the wall. "If anyone Arrange the detonation trap according to the code of practice."

"Yes, Mr. Nasser." Someone immediately responded, "There are traps in the whole passage, I believe..."

"Puff."

The soldier didn't finish his words, his head suddenly exploded like a ripe tomato, blood and brains splashed all over the room, "plop." The headless body fell heavily, and every bystander fell over. Shock was written on his face. No one saw where the attack came from. The dead soldier was standing against the wall. Behind it was a thick reinforced concrete load-bearing wall. There were no scars on the wall. The two doors of the pantry were tight. Closed, apart from the small hole just made by Nasser, this is a secret room without flaws.

"Damn it, put out the light stick." Maury Nasser shouted. The soldiers grabbed the light stick and pulled out the emergency valve. The green fluorescence disappeared, and the room was dark again. The breathing of a dozen people and the rubbing of their clothes The sound is clear and audible, people are moving slowly, changing their positions to prevent being sniped,

"Puff." There was another muffled sound. Nasser felt the warm liquid splash on his face. He reached out and touched it, and there was a small hard skull fragment on his fingertips, "...I see. It’s Petross the Skullcrusher. Everyone is crawling down. The position of the head should not be higher than 1.5 meters." He immediately lay down on the ground and issued instructions loudly, "Light up here, the enemy is not relying on vision to lock us. ."

A few light sticks were thrown out, and the room lit up. The members of the ghost were lying on the ground, two bodies lying on the side, blood gushing out of their necks, "Where did the enemy attack us." Kike Taro crawled forward and approached Nasser, and asked in a low voice,

"Even among the knights of the Templar Thorns Cross, their abilities are relatively secret." The Arab replied, "Petrose is a high-ranking knight of the Cross, a crazy murderer, I only know that he likes to fight The head is shattered, and the condition for activating the ability is relative height. Give me a little time, and I will find out how his ability works... He is not far from here, no more than ten meters away."

"Ten meters, why didn't you trigger the detonation trap." Exit the wooden road,

"It means that he did not enter the passage. Even if there are several layers of walls, he can still lock the enemy and launch an attack." Nasser said with cold sweat,

At this moment, a soldier stood up slightly, trying to reach out to confirm whether the door of the house was locked. As soon as he lifted his upper body, his head burst into a puddle of blood, "Damn it, don't get up. Meters, don’t exceed one meter.” Nasser roared, his expression suddenly frozen, and slowly turned his head to look at the man in the corner,

Sam is sitting there meditating. He is an important medium for contacting the listener, and he may be the next person targeted by the "Skullcrusher",