Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 361: Goodbye Dorothy (2)

The elevator door was easily torn apart by the palm of a half-meter wide. An equally huge head came in, like a Tyrannosaurus rex that found a prey hidden in a narrow space, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth and roaring silently. Although we can't hear the sound, there is still a sense of oppression that has almost turned into substance squeezing toward us.

The head is oval in shape and gray-white in shape, with a red eye shining only on the front of the forehead. The palms that were tearing open the elevator door were rapidly deforming, and the film between the fingers retracted, forming thicker, longer and harder knuckles. The sharp nails gently scraped the torn off door fragments, which were like biscuits. Fragile.

At the same time it made a roaring gesture, I had already shot. Close at hand, I didn’t even need to enter the state of interlocking judgment to hit the bullets into a line. The special bullet that had made great achievements before fired ten rounds in one breath and successfully smashed the eyes of this fierce guy, but it didn’t. Loss of mobility. This part of the eyes seemed to be not its weakness, at least it was not necessarily more angry than before.

At this time, its overall outline is completely presented in front of us. The previous analogy is correct. This is really a monster like Tyrannosaurus-with a long head, a huge body, sensitive and relatively short forelimbs, and strong Enough to support his upright hind limbs and a powerful tail.

While I continued to pull the trigger, the monster threw the crumpled piece of metal under its feet, and its forelimbs grabbed us. The sharp nails and swift movements make people feel that even if they are just wiped, the body of an ordinary person will become two segments. I went into an explosive state without thinking, turning around and hugged the two women behind me. He lowered his body and leaped forward like a cheetah at a height that was almost close to the ground.

The air pressed by the claws slowly passing over the top of the head. There were waves of ripples, as if they were running across the water. After missing the target, it probably hit the metal wall of the elevator, making a slow and heavy cracking sound.

We slid out between its legs. The monster's reaction was quite quick, almost the moment I came behind it. It has already begun to turn around. When I got out of the explosive state, I saw the tail thrown on the elevator with the inertia of turning around, making the elevator distorted.

It looks very hard and has the same instincts as the ferocious predators in nature. The broken eye part is like an insignificant decoration, at least it is definitely not just relying on vision to lock our position. I don't know how long it will take for me to solve this monster, so I dare not rush into an explosive state with strict time limits.

I pushed Gregya and Tritty aside, while using a rifle attack to attract her attention. One side quickly looked at this space in the gap between it and it.

This is like a factory building. There are many debris of construction machinery that seem to have been abandoned, but there are also things that are still in operation. There is a place not far away that is probably a production line or a maintenance place. Numerous cranes move the container from a distance, extract parts from it, and install it on a humanoid machine that is ten meters high. This humanoid machine has no legs. Instead, it has a disk base suspended in the air, and its arms are a pair of huge drill bits. Within the range between this humanoid machine and the elevator. Scattered more self-propelled weapons wreckage-inverted-footed, quadruped-shaped, spider-like articulated limbs, and even tracked and knapsack jet engines.

The air still emits a burning stench and heat. It seems that a war had just occurred in this place not long ago.

Is Dorothy really in this ghost place? Where is she hiding? Are the monster in front of him and the war that happened in Shijae all related to her? Many questions circulated in my mind, and her situation seemed really not so good. If everything she said before is true, then everything that happened here. Probably the security network system launched a counterattack against her hacking.

Judging from the traces left on the scene of the war, I think the humanoid machinery is under maintenance. And these scraps of self-propelled weapons on the ground are not all part of the security network system, and it is likely that Dorothy is a defensive measure used to resist security guards. We came quite in time. If the Tyrannosaurus-like monster in front of us is a security guard, and the humanoid machine is Dorothy's final line of defense, then as long as we are a little later, the security guard will be able to completely resolve all defense measures.

In my imagination, these defensive machinery controlled by Dorothy are quite rigid things, so they can be defeated by the security guards effortlessly. This security guard's physique, defense, strength, agility, and response far exceed those of ordinary security guards, but it does not seem to be equipped with weapons for long-range attacks, relying entirely on its body to knock down the enemy.

For me, although there is no way to solve the battle immediately, it is not difficult to delay it. The key is to concentrate and not waste every outbreak. I don't have a decisive weapon in my hand, and I must last until the humanoid machinery is repaired.

I succeeded in attracting the attention of the security guards. Gregya and Tritty quickly moved away from the center of the battlefield and ran deeper into the factory building. They should know what they are going to do. Since entering the factory, Dorothy has not contacted us. We must know what is going on with her now.

I went into an explosive state again, dodged the tail swept like a whip, and then walked into a piece of metal wreckage. I find that whenever I hide in these wrecks, the security guards always take some time to find me. Of course, using this wreckage, I might be able to escape smoothly, but considering the actions of Gregya and Tritty, I have to show up once every time. In the idiom of online games, it is to attract hatred.

I can do this, thanks to the security network system for not completely controlling this security guard. Otherwise, it would ignore me and directly destroy the humanoid machinery, killing Gregya and Tritty. I am not confident enough to prevent it from doing so.

The security guards started to clean up the wreckage that obscured their senses by waving their claws, hitting their bodies and whipping their tails. Following the heavy and dense impact, the wrecks surrounding me were thrown up one by one. I had to move the location quickly. Also prevent being hit by the tossed wreckage, even if they only hit the wreckage next to me-when they fly over. The momentum generated is too great.

I feel like a rabbit running through a patch of shrubs and grass, appearing in the observation range of the security guard in an instant, and then disappearing into another patch of shrubs and grass, and the security guard follows like a hungry wolf. Come.

I lowered my body and leaned against a two-meter-high wreck. A large metal structure smashed down from the air, less than one meter away from me. Under the illumination of factory lights. The hideous shadow imprinted in the shape of the security guard slowly spread towards this side. I heard heavy but vigilant footsteps, it paused, and it seemed to turn around and leave. I think this is a dangerous harbinger. It may be a loss of interest in me, but it may also be a trap deliberately laid.

However, even if this is a trap. I also have to do what it wants. I took a deep breath. He turned abruptly to leave the wreckage, however, when I did so, I found something was wrong-I didn't see the security guard in front of me. My eyes stopped on the ground, and a shadow that was smaller than before was quickly rushing towards me.

There was almost no extra thinking time, and there was a tingling on the top of his forehead, as if a bad wind was blowing from above. I entered an explosive state. He sprinted to his right without raising his head. Just three steps, a huge shock came from behind him. Even if I don’t use the power of chain judgment, I can outline all of this. The security guard sees through my behavior pattern, pretends to leave, but jumps high. When I noticed something was wrong, it was already quite close to me. . now. It has fallen behind me, less than five meters away!

The chain decision is enabled. The target was locked behind him, and a huge network of online structures quietly opened up.

The double load brought by the explosive state and the chain determination made my body suffer inhuman torture. It seemed to be thrown into a steel forging machine, constantly being torn, squeezed, twisted and burnt, but it was worth it. I clearly "seeed" the actions of the security guards. It moved its feet quickly and burst out in an instant that it had never had before, enough to catch up with me in an explosive state. The heavy body and the huge momentum generated by the high-speed movement made the air behind me bend and expand like a balloon, and slid heavily to the sides like mercury.

A wreck appeared in front of me. It was the wreck of my hiding place, but now it has become a fatal obstacle. If I were to bypass it, I would lose my speed at this moment and be caught by the Tyrannosaurus security guard behind me.

I tried to lift my feet and step on the wreckage, as the skilled people in the movie did: the moment the security guard came up, turned and swept the tail, and I had already used the power of the sprint to step on the wreckage. A backflip was performed. When I was in the air, I saw a thick tail passing by less than half a meter in slow motion like slow motion. The air made a dull explosion.

The most dangerous moment has passed. When I exited the explosive state and the chain determination, a violent impact sounded from behind. You don't need to look at it to know that the wreckage that replaced me must have been destroyed. The power of this attack completely surpassed all previous attacks by this security guard.

When the security guard resembling Tyrannosaurus turned to the front again, I happened to use its forehead as the landing point, and then I rolled over along its back, and backhand inserted the folding knife into the junction of its neck and body. In the crevice. Judging from the feeling in the palm of my hand, I didn't hurt it, but the security guard who was hanging on me was obviously very uncomfortable. It shook its body vigorously and kept making circles on the spot, trying to shake me off.

I was not thrown off. When I climbed onto its body, I was ready to face this situation and thought of a possible solution to this battle. I always pay attention to its tail. This is a gamble, to see if I hold on for a long time or if it is more impatient. It didn't make me wait for a long time, the security guard's tail rolled up, and the next moment, it was inserted like a javelin, and I had already turned to the other side with the help of the swinging force.

The tail brushed past me and inserted directly into the back of the security guard's own neck. This hit it severely, and its pace began to stagger, like a drunk drunkard. When the tail was pulled out, I could see from the big hole in the neck that the tissue structure inside was messy, and there was a large piece missing like the cervical spine, and it was almost broken.

It was obviously not taught, but more restless. Flicking his tail at me again. I just let go of my hand holding the folding knife and rolled down under it. Dangerous and dangerously missed by it. This time, it had weaker control over its tail, and its neck was directly cut off by the huge power of the tail.

Scaly-like armor pieces splashed all over. When the security guard stumbled into the wreckage on the side and finally fell to the ground, the severely damaged neck finally could no longer hold the heavy head. The oval head hit the ground, rolling towards me all the way, the mouth opening and closing still making biting movements. I go far away. Approaching the headless body vigilantly, he retrieved his folding knife from the ground.

This time, it is no different from the security guards who have implemented bionics before. After losing the head, even if it does not mean death, it will no longer have the ability to move.

I confirm the death of the security guard. Focus on large-scale humanoid machinery. Its maintenance seems to have entered the final stage, but it quickly stopped because the rear assembly line no longer shipped parts. The mechanical wall moved on its body as if helpless, but no more sparks splashed out, only the sound of mechanical idling. The workshop seemed quiet, and it seemed that the whole world had become quiet at this moment.

Grega and Tritty emerged from the stand above the repair device, and they shook their heads at me. He expressed disappointment that she had not found Dorothy's hiding place. They never dared to shout, for fear of attracting enemies who might be lurking in the factory.

I let them down, and when everyone met again, a slight squeezing sound suddenly came from behind. We all turned our heads and looked at it, and saw that the already distorted elevator seemed to have fallen into a black vortex, agitated and compressed to a greater extent. Squeezed into a ball of metal balls. The metal ball becomes smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually disappears into the air. now. There was only a piece of flat ground left where the elevator was originally, and behind it was a wall without a door. There was no gap in the place where there should have been a descending channel above, as if there was a complete ceiling.

"It seems..." Gregya said uncertainly: "There does not seem to be a descending channel under the metal pipe where the building we descended from."

This is really a puzzling thing, and it seems that only the term "spatial teleportation technology" can explain it. However, everything can happen in the ruling bureau, and any unexpected phenomenon and technology can exist. Isn't the way we enter the ruling bureau also through a light "node"?

The disappearance of the elevator gave me the idea of ​​"safety" before I called Dorothy. The rustling sound representing the communication connection has echoed in the factory.

"Did you hear it? Gao Chuan." Dorothy's voice rang, "I saw you. That was the last security guard who came at me. My defense is about to be breached, but I can't move. . You came at the right time. It’s safe now. I have blocked the local security network. It can’t find its place until it breaks through the firewall."

"Where are you?" I said, "We should have a good talk."

"Yes, we have to talk, there are many things you have to know." Dorothy said, "I am in the basement. Now I will open the entrance to you, right where the elevator is." After that, the elevator was originally located. Now, on the floor of a flat ground, a square gap appeared quietly, lights were lit inside, and the steps leading down could be seen.

"You are really like a mole." Gregya couldn't help but say.

"I spent a lot of time finding this relatively safe place." From Dorothy’s plain tone, she didn’t mind Gregya’s words, "For this world, I’m It's like a virus."

"Okay, virus girl." When we entered the steps, Gregya still babbled: "I was confused by you, you have to explain it to us."

This time, we arrived in the basement very smoothly. This is a space of only 100 square meters. Except for the entrance, there are a large number of circuits, wires, pipes and displays stacked on the wall. Some are very old and some are relatively new, but they are undoubtedly working and bright. The invisible data flows at a high speed in the screen that is raised up. There is some kind of static electric field that makes our hair stand up, and everything here makes Gregya and Tritty look surprised.

"It's cool," Gregya said.

"Then, where are you?" Tritty asked next.

We have not seen any traces of human beings.

"In the front~IndoMTL.com~Behind those screens." Dorothy said, "I can't move, so you have to come by yourself."

Obviously, after this pile of equipment is probably used to invade the secure network, there is still a relatively hidden space in the visual sense. When we were a little embarrassed and turned over the high equipment pile as she said, a dazzling figure was exposed in front of us-a large terminal console, a chair with a backrest, and our heads leaned on the back of the chair. The one above is a skeleton the size of a girl.

There is no doubt that this is a human corpse, the muscle tissue that has not completely decomposed exudes a foul smell, and her Gothic dress is already covered with dust and looks dirty and tattered, which is terrible. The scalp, which was not completely shaved off the skull, had loose hair, which was golden, but withered. There are many nerve-like wires plugged into this withered flower.

We were all shocked by this scene and speechless.

Then, Dorothy's voice sounded again: "I hope this body does not scare you."

"You are Dorothy?" Gregya screamed, then quickly covered her mouth, and kept chanting: "Oh my god, oh my god..." (to be continued... )