Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 566: Run-in

The staff at the gas station, that ugly man like the grey fox's previous joke is walking back. Everyone did not relax their vigilance, even though the other person has no danger in terms of body, posture, or clothing. ——He is neither sturdy nor wearing a weapon, nor does he have the taste of a soldier. In addition to his terrifying appearance, excluding the suspicious timing, location and attitude of his appearance, he is completely like an ordinary person. www.мdyzww.мnet мmм There is nothing surprising about his complaint, tone and content.

"The map, about that area, and the map of this mountainous area, we have to go through here and get to the other side." The file asked. I think she said that, rather than trying to try her luck, the taste of temptation is more intense, and this temptation is multifaceted, and different conclusions will be drawn according to the response of the other party.

"Cross here? Don't take the road?" Hearing the words of the file, the ugly man turned his head vigorously and looked at her up and down, "What are you kidding me? I don't have a map like that, and most people don't have it. , Do you know how many people lost and died in the mountains of Las Vegas? Those are all professional wild adventurers." After that, he waved his hand, as if driving us away, and walked toward the house. Go back, "If you don't want to buy anything, don't waste my time."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but stop, because he saw Sakiya walking out of the house. Maybe it was shocked by the weird gray attire, the muscles on his face twitched a little, and then he yelled: "Damn it! Get out of my house!"

Sakiya didn't hear him at all, and walked directly to me. The file asked: "Are there any gains?" As if by magic, she took out a bunch of keys from behind. One of them was obviously different from the others. It was silver and looked very high-tech. In short, It's not the same as ordinary keys.

"What are these for?" asked the file, playing with the keychain.

"Go away! You gangsters! Don't think that you just have a gun--" The ugly man rushed forward fiercely, but before he took a few steps, he heard a gunshot--the man's forehead was bleeding. He fell to the ground in an instant, behind him, the cleaner put down the muzzle without changing his face. Cheka walked up to check and confirmed: "It's dead." Originally, this procedure was unnecessary. But the file seems to have popularized common sense for them. The theoretically fatal injury is not inevitable in the "mystery".

Although the attack happened very suddenly, even the file was stunned, but. After the incident, even Sakiya did not waver at all. To be honest, this was the first homicide case that occurred after she entered the gray transformation state. The victim was only suspicious, but her performance. Definitely, she is completely different in normal circumstances.

"It's okay? Sakiya." Although I have the control of the brain and hardware, and the worry is suppressed, but I still say this, it feels a bit strange, it is not a completely mechanical simulation of emotions. I could hear the strangeness of my own voice, and the file that was frowning and staring at the ugly man's corpse also cast a strange look at me.

Sakiya didn't answer, she just tilted her head and looked at me. She couldn't see her expression behind the mask, but this action seemed to express clearly: What can be done?

For the cleaner, he suddenly killed the ugly man. There were no different voices in the team. It is true that this guy may really be an innocent person, but his appearance and attitude gave us a very bad first impression. It is really wrong to die like this, but. For this group of mercenaries who are killing people almost every week, or even three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it is just to be on the safe side when they are out on duty. Killing some innocent people is not a big deal, especially in this operation involving anomalies. Under tremendous pressure and danger, even mere suspicion is enough for the reason to do it.

Years of life and death battles will always make people cruel and cruel.

The cleaner's shot was a bit sudden, and the blood spurted from the forehead splashed on the face of the filer, but there may be such a reason for the file's frown, but it makes people think that most of it is not the reason. I don’t think it’s necessary to kill this man here, but since no one has objections to such behavior, I didn’t say those words of kindness—perhaps, excluding the influence of the brain and hardware, I did suffer. Bewitched by the first impression of this ugly man. My gaze fell on the overgrown area. The thick purple saliva was a bit disgusting, but the data on the retina screen showed that it was only because the man was chewing on a kind of betel nut-like fruit.

Cheka confirmed the death of the ugly man, and the file glanced at me again, and I nodded, indicating that the data on the retina screen was the same. If there is a resurrection from the dead, it must be some kind of "mystery" at work, but that situation is beyond the normal scope, and there is no need to attribute it to the judgment at this time.

"Where did you find the key?" After the file was confirmed, Sakiya asked.

"It's hanging on the wall." When Sakiya answered, the file had already entered the room, and I followed in afterwards. The inside of the wooden house is as messy as the one seen from outside the window. Basically, it is impossible to find out what you want according to the law, and it even makes people wonder whether the owner here can do it. If you don't push away the debris on the ground, there will not be enough places to stand for three people. Sakiya pointed to the wall on the right side of the door. There were a few nails on it. That was where the keychain was hanged before. These keys seem to be used to open the old big locks, but there is no such thing in the wooden house-the retina screen has confirmed this in the preliminary glance, and they do not seem to be used Turn on those gas dispensers outside.

Of course, the ugly man has said that he doesn't live here, maybe these keys are used in the place where he usually lives, but in general, it is still suspicious.

"Just hang on it?" The file asked Sakiya again, and Sakiya nodded.

"He didn't seem to have thought that someone would steal it." Cheka said, standing outside the door.

"Ordinary people, who would come to a place like this to rob a person with an abominable face? Also, no one would want to rob the key." The file curled his lips and said in a mocking tone: "So, This is simply for people like us. Do you know what I think? We just walked into someone else’s script, and it’s still a horror movie."

Cheka was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it okay to kill that man?"

"Actually, it doesn’t matter whether you kill him or not, because we have no way of judging what role he plays." The file said, "And. If he is innocent, it will naturally not affect his actions. If Didn't he... didn't reveal his identity at the first time, instead he was pretending to be a ghost. Isn't it right to kill him?" Explained like this. This capable female mercenary leader turned his attention to me and Sakiya. Said: "I'm rather worried, you will not be used to what we people do. Even a powerful fighter like Mr. Takakawa has never killed anyone who doesn't know the details and seems innocent, right? Sakiya-san is quite capable. But it seems to be just ordinary people?"

"Actually, it's a little different from what you think." I looked at him calmly. In my memory data, there is a record of Gao Chuan arson and destroy the scene after murdering a wizard. Really innocent people died in that fire. Therefore, if I inherited this kind of data, it is not entirely correct to say that I did not kill a person by mistake.

The file is worried about Sakiya's reaction. If I can, I must be worried. However, Sakiya seems to be as calm as these veteran murderers-almost like a dream. She didn't answer the question of the file head-on, so. At least it looks good now. I can clearly feel that the behavior of the cleaners and the questioning of the file have made this team start to work together. Although, the approach of these mercenaries is quite tough. However, the feeling it gave me was completely different from that of uniting with Magical Girl and Long Aotian in the night of Valpus.

When the two sides put their own ways of thinking, attitudes and practices on the table, the real cooperation begins. The first thing to do is the unity of cognition and action. As for whether or not to approve of this approach, it is something later-obviously, the mercenaries understand what they are doing, so when Sakiya and I give a certain attitude, a certain atmosphere of understanding will distance our thoughts and distances. Everyone who was all different was shrouded together, and initially formed into a tangible team.

For the first time, the mercenaries who looked at me and Sakiya no longer looked at their employers, but looked at their teammates.

"Very good." The file smiled happily, and held out his hand to hold me together, "This man is worthy of death. I am very happy to work with you whisperers again."

"Did you bring that high-frequency pan-domain cutting device?" I smiled and glanced at her waist, where only a holster was attached.

"Of course." The file said, "That's our killer, isn't it?"

"I hope I don't need to use it." This is my answer. There is no doubt that the critical weapon is powerful. However, the situation has developed to the point that it must be resolved by such an extraordinary weapon. It must be quite bad-there In this case, the chance of survival of the Greystone Enhancer will be less than 50%, which means that, except for me, File and Sakiya, all other members of this team may die. For the file team, it was undoubtedly a blow.

Obviously, the file himself understood this very well, and said to me: "I hope so."

We no longer pay attention to this wooden house. Maybe there are some useful things buried in these messy clutter, such as maps. However, for a team that is determined to enter the anomaly zone, the map to get out of the Las Vegas mountains is actually no longer important. Initially mentioning it is just an introduction and excuse for everyone to make up their minds. Everyone in the team Individuals know this well.

Spent a lot of time to sort out the clutter in the house, and find out those that may or may not exist. Even if they exist, the practical value may be small. In the eyes of everyone, the contribution is not proportional to the gain. Boring behavior. We seem to have no shortage of time and energy, but in fact, when the Nazis are still ruling in Las Vegas, staying in this non-anomalous zone, remote but not far from the city, is the same. It is extremely dangerous.

If you don’t want to fight with the Nazis right away, the best way is to run as fast and far as possible, or to enter a place isolated from the normal world, such as the anomalous zone we are going to.

When we were standing inside the house to communicate, the gray fox and quick spear outside had dug a hole in the open space outside the house where the ugly man’s bones were buried. Cheka and the cleaner stood by holding their arms and watching with relish. The two men threw the ugly man's body into the grave. When I, Sakiya, and the file came out, the cleaner was taking the match from the fast gunner, waiting for the gray fox to pour gasoline into the grave, then lit the match and threw it in.

In order to avoid such things as the resurrection of the dead as much as possible, it is conceivable to do this step. However, he would only do this when he was very concerned about the other party's abnormality and had free time. The ugly man is a bit unfortunate, he appeared at an inappropriate time and place. His appearance also greatly reduced his points. It just so happens that the murderers who killed him also had enough time to destroy the corpses.

When the fire was burning, the cleaner asked me standing next to her: "Do you usually do this troublesome?"

"No, I do it now. It's just a special case." I stared at the fire rising with the wind, and said: "If you don't like trouble, you can choose not to kill him."

"Sorry, I don't care about burying it." The cleaner swept across my face with a sharp gaze. She let out a deep laugh, "But this time, it's kind of interesting. If this guy can still stand in front of me, then it would be a real surprise."

"You seem to want things to be like that?" I calmly confirmed.

The cleaner just shrugged his shoulders as an ambiguous reply.

"Then you have to pray for your luck." I said.

"Pray for the luck of his reappearance?" said the cleaner, rubbing the long knife tied to his waist.

"No, I pray you won't die before he appears." I stared into her eyes. I clearly saw her pupils shrink at this moment, and then continued, "Because, you can never turn over after death like him."

The cleaner and I looked at each other for a while, after the file gave the "go" command. He squinted his eyes and turned around. Before leaving, he turned his back to me and said to me in a tit-for-tat tone: "I won't die."

"Everyone will die." I replied to her. "Except for me, everyone in this world will die." Of course. Naturally, her reaction was as if she had heard a big joke. If she thinks this is a deliberate counterattack, then she is wrong. When I made this answer, I felt extremely calm, just stating a future that I had repeatedly confirmed.

Everyone in this world will die and must die. But, before that moment comes, they must be alive. That's it.

"Here!" The cleaner said in a very strong tone, "The file is wrong, we are all normal, and you are the real heresy!"

I don't know how she saw it, whether she was making a madness, but I didn't refute it. After confirming on the retina screen that the corpse in the tomb was completely burned, he walked behind everyone and left this inconspicuous but strange gas station.

When I got in the car, I felt that the cleaner seemed to be staring at me with that sharp gaze, even though we were not in the same car. The convoy went on the road again. Not long after, when it came to itself, the gaze that seemed to have penetrated the steel plate of the vehicle disappeared. We were speechless all the way, and we finally saw the deep valley marked on the map, and the only place for people to cross this valley. Road-it's like a "kou" without a vertical line on the right, and the vertical line on the left is the tunnel that separates the normal and abnormal areas.

From the outside, the entire tunnel is only a few tens of meters long, but if the temporary data hedge space has been expanded in the tunnel ~ IndoMTL.com~ the length inside may be very different from the appearance. The file of the driving vehicle stopped ten meters before the entrance of the tunnel. It seemed that it would take time for the others behind to prepare again. It was not too long. After a minute, I ignored whether they had finished their prayers and started. Drive to the tunnel.

The air was as hot as ever, and it seemed to be a layer of ashes that had just been extinguished above the head. Suddenly, an eagle bird spread its wings and glide past, making a stern cry. After that, the light in front of me suddenly dimmed, leaving only the headlights of the car to illuminate the road ahead less than ten meters.

Because of the ubiquitous interference caused by the Nazis, the chain determination cannot be used, and the light in the tunnel is not enough for the retina screen to observe too far. Therefore, the environmental data I obtained fell to the lowest point since the action , It is not even enough to judge whether the area of ​​this tunnel matches its appearance. The sound of the engine was exceptionally loud, and the echoes that came from it were so great that it even made people uneasy. "Everything is normal" timed calls are constantly coming from the walkie-talkie. In addition, the retina screen also shows that there is dripping water nearby-although I did not hear the exact sound, this "sound" did pass into my ears. It was captured and filtered out by the brain hardware.

Because I can't see far away, the team is very cautious and slow. The road was rather smooth, and it was deliberately paved with cement.

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