Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 886: Kill_You_One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine

The weapon laboratory that should have been tightly guarded opened unsuspectingly in front of me. I subconsciously felt that this was not normal. The cyberball security system should not be so lax, not to mention the phenomenon that the security alarm has been sounded. In the passage, the deep red light is constantly rotating, leaking into the room from behind me, and people are constantly focusing their eyes on me. The security guards have noticed the problem and gathered together cautiously, holding their weapons one by one. Chest. At the other end separated by the glass wall, the heavy fire test was not interrupted. The experimenters who were operating outside the separation wall were not distracted by the situation on my side. On the display of the instrument, the dense data was scrolled. There are also a large number of windows, displaying real-time monitoring weapon images from all angles.

This weapon is like compressing a large number of guns on a six-square-meter base, and the ammunition fired is varied, and the quantity completely exceeds the normal carrying capacity per unit area. After a while, it began to change again. Each gun module rotates like a Rubik's Cube, is put into the base, and then turns into a suitcase-like style from the base.

The silver-gray metal shell, if you look closely, you will find that there are many wire grooves on the surface, so it can also be described as a huge Rubik's Cube. The volume can fit two adults. Because it is too big, although it has a handle and a shoulder strap, it is equipped with an extra trailer like the suitcase, which can be easily pulled out by using the trailer. The wheels at the bottom drag the box away.

Just by visual inspection, people can’t help but feel that the entire suitcase weighs at least a ton, and its wide surface area is more than enough for an adult’s waist height. However, it is relative to the amount of ammunition it fired before. In other words, it is very small.

s agency. Rubik's cube system, ky series of heavy attack type heavy experimental weapons. My eyes are on the name of the display-ky1999. Compared to the ky3000 that I have used, it should be a fairly early version. However, this number should be ready for use. It's just that the details need to be improved, and mass production is not possible. In fact, whether the ky3000 is already a mass production model, I am not sure. At that time, I had not seen the second person who used this weapon. .

——It’s okay, that's it.

I stepped into the laboratory and went straight to the guards who were approaching me. The other party is already asking loudly: "Who are you? How did you get in? Please show your ID." And so on, even though there is already a red alert outside. But they still seem to be unable to determine my identity. In such a situation, I can only guess that there is a problem with their authentication system. And this kind of problem is probably not a normal accident, but someone deliberately sabotaged the system—maybe someone took advantage of the chaos caused by my intrusion into this base to take advantage of the fire. Maybe this is a trap in itself, tempting me to go deeper. .

Indeed. In contrast to the ability of the network ball, their defensive power is reflected here. It's still weaker, but it's quite a normal practice not to deploy too tight defenses in the outer test area, and to choose to place heavy troops in a more important position. However, even the test area where important technical data such as the s mechanism, the Rubik's Cube system and the ky series are stored is not important. So, what secrets are hidden in the core part that is crucial and must be firmly adhered to?

When I was thinking in this direction, a strange feeling came from somewhere that could not be directly observed. It seems that there is a voice calling, and it seems that this calling is just an illusion. Looking in that direction, I could only see the walls and cables one after another. If there is something calling me, then it must be outside the scope of observation of linkage determination.

This kind of call makes people feel that it is necessary to pursue it. It is a subconscious and very caring feeling. However, at this moment, I am wary of this call.

I suddenly remembered the woman who was very similar to "Jiang" I observed during the night of Valpus. I still don't know the truth about this cyber ball base. However, from the night I left Valpus to wake up at this base, no matter the time, place and event, there are all kinds of subtle feelings that seem to be accidental but seem inevitable. Maybe this is a coincidence, but this world Above, there are not so many coincidences.

My left eye is starting to feel a little restless again. I hold it down, and the feeling of subconsciously wanting to find out is even stronger. I must speculate that there is something that "Jiang" cares about here, in that direction. Even so, I still resist this urgency. Whether or not "Jiang" caused this situation, I have already taken the action of "not following this feeling" at this time.

As for the actions of "Jiang", I have always remained silent, and I have followed suit. In its seemingly neurotic behavior, I can feel a clear purpose. Most of the time, I would not oppose "Jiang"'s actions, because I think I can believe it. However, this time, I could no longer follow its impulse, because this impulse, combined with various coincidences, prevented me from making accurate judgments about what happened next time.

The information I have is still too little. I need more time to understand this place. The information given by "Jiang" in the boundary line is not enough for me to figure out the current situation. "Jiang" is lurking in my body, and I am willing to believe that this is a hint that it will re-determine its direction. That being the case, I also have my own ideas and practices. In many cases, I often leave my direction of action to "intuition" to decide, but this does not mean that I will do this in all situations.

In my past life, there has never been a time when thinking and intuition have been confused.

Not all students can become top students, nor can they become top students only by studying. The amount and depth of thinking, as well as the accuracy and completeness of thinking, and the ability to act upon thinking and decision-making, determine the difference between students and students—this is the experience I got in school, and I I also feel that the object of this argument can be expanded from "students" to the entire "human group."

If you just follow your instincts to survive, you may get a temporary victory, but it is absolutely impossible to do your best. Now, I must do my best. This is the pressure of responsibility, and I do not resist. Because this is something that must be carried to become a hero. I can no longer become a hero in the true sense, but even just to become their hero. There is no room for me to make any mistakes-no matter whether it is an intuitive gamble or a game of thinking, no failure is allowed.

"Quiet, Jiang, it's not the time yet." I muttered to myself, and the movement of my left eye quickly subsided.

At this time, the distance between me and the guards was only a dozen steps away. Their question has been repeated many times, and I ignored it. They are also aware of this and have turned the switch in their hearts to the hostile side. They did not rashly launch an attack, but cautiously made tactical gestures. More armed personnel, like ants, scattered and gathered in the crowd, putting more weapons on the table, and building a series of temporary positions. The evacuation of the researchers had already begun before this time. Most people who were not capable of fighting had already left the safety exit on the other side. The various experimental weapons left in the laboratory were also activated one by one. I can feel that this spacious laboratory has turned into a heavily guarded cage city in just one minute—they intend to catch turtles in the urn, and use me as an experimental body to verify the effectiveness of the weapon.

The actions of these armed men are sufficient proof. They have extremely high estimates of my identity and threat, but--

"It's useless." When I talked to them, the speed-sweeping super power was already deployed, the path of the invisible highway. I decided after careful consideration. In the next blink, before they decided to attack first, I had dashed into the highway.

The reaction of the experimental weapon was faster than the reaction of these armed guards. As soon as my forefoot was off the ground, the intensive firepower had already set off one spark after another at the place where I left before. The chain determination always observes a range of 50 meters around the body. I clearly see that the ground made of high-strength metal materials quickly becomes like a honeycomb. The expansion caused by cold and heat additionally produces a large number of explosions and shock waves. The lethality of these experimental weapons is not just simple bullet momentum and thermal radiation. Under the action of the s mechanism, the chain determines the particle reaction that can be observed. Very different from normal physical rules.

Even so, even a time difference of one-tenth of a second is still enough for me to avoid this intensive firepower and intersperse in the aftermath of the explosion. The high-speed splashing fragments allow Quick Sweep Super to obtain a large number of reference objects. There is no combat power similar to that of a magicweave messenger. The physical quality of the armed guards is only at the top level of a normal person. Perhaps it is feasible to dodge bullets at a critical juncture. However, this kind of reaction and action ability is fundamental I couldn't catch up with the bullets and the fragments of the explosion, and naturally I couldn't keep up with me, who surpassed the speed of both.

In the observation range of the chain judgment, there are dense and terrifying ammunition like the African locust plague, but their moving paths are so clear and regular, and the air is like a gel, fluctuating layer by layer. I galloped in a slowed world, passing by the unexploded ammunition, chasing the ripples born by the explosion. Even an extremely sensitive trigger explosion can't exert its supposed lethality before I leave.

I rushed into the enemy line, and the soldiers still stared ahead like puppets. The exoskeleton combat outfit wrapped around them gave them amazing power, but it also made them more cumbersome. These ordinary people with heavy firepower weapons rely on external equipment to ensure their own safety when using these weapons. However, I don't need it. The physical quality of the magic pattern messenger is originally within the scope of the mysterious element.

The glass wall of the isolation experiment is right in front of me, and I hacked away the huge mace from the soldier's hand. This mace is not a conventional cold weapon. There are a large number of nail-like protrusions on the one-meter-diameter spherical hammer head, but the greatest power of this weapon does not rely on the force of waving, the quality of the hammer, and the penetration of nails. Exert one's strength. I have seen the finished products of this weapon in the arsenal of cyberballs in the past. These nails are not only blessed by the s mechanism, but also through a mysterious type of high-intensity compression explosion, and transmit high-frequency shocks in the explosion. To complete the final kill.

The power of a hammer, under overload conditions, can theoretically exert the power of a ton of tnt explosives-this is enough to completely destroy the current world's tallest man-made building, the power of the Twin Towers in the United States. The terrifying experimental weapon that users will be crushed to pieces is a barbaric weapon that Fujiang once fell in love with, but in the end it was unable to take away because of the limitations of the network ball. This mace in this soldier. Due to the earlier model, it may not be so powerful, and it is impossible to open the load limit, but it should be easy to break the wall.

The activation trigger is exactly the same as the one I've seen in the past. Like a manual gear, there are multiple layers of fine-tuning mechanism, but the red skull pattern used for warning is only divided into three sections, representing the most intuitive power mark of the third gear. The first gear can destroy tanks, the second gear can destroy a six-story eight-level earthquake-resistant building, and the third gear. It is the power that can be exerted under the normal maximum load. In the past experiments of the network ball, the dead soldiers with extremely hard shells-or the low-level security guards of the ruling bureau-were completely destroyed.

These soldiers loaded with exoskeleton combat outfits can bear the load generated by the second gear at most. The power of the first gear is their regular combat effectiveness.

I turned the start trigger, and the red skull in the first paragraph lights up. Then came the second paragraph, when I was already walking in front of the isolated glass wall. Guided the intensive firepower to fire at this glass wall. Under the pressure of oversaturation, this glass wall began to show spider-like cracks, and the soldiers finally turned around and shouted loudly. Their voices were like elongated dough in a slow world. I couldn't hear what was being said at all.

I leaped back and rushed forward again, smashing the heavy hammer against the cracked wall.

I only heard the crisp sound of glass cracking, and the next moment I had already passed through the big hole. Grab the ky1999 on the weapon rack.

In the isolated test area with average light sources and no shadows, a faint shadow appeared due to the destruction of the glass wall. The deep black cloak floated under my will, wrapped myself with two weapons, and then jumped into the shadow that had just appeared.

I don’t care about what will happen to this test area in the future. When I left the shadow world again, I had already arrived at another part of the base. I still didn’t know exactly where it was. However, this time the coordinates were still selected using the information left by the consciousness walker. To leave here, you must pass through this area. It is impossible for the temporary data hedging space used as a base to have no exit, and there must be more than one place. It is just that this exit may change, or it may be hidden in unexpected places. I don't know anything about this base, but this does not prevent me from finding this deeply hidden exit in this wide area. If the consciousness walker, maybe I will have to spend a lot of time, but his mistakes have saved me a lot of time and energy.

If possible, you can use the shadow of quark to jump to shorten the distance to the exit, but the feeling that is transformed from information is not stable enough. I guess that it may be in the process of information transformation, or in the information itself, something is missing, or it may be because the "exit" is being "mobilized" again because of the enemy attack warning.

When I was advancing quickly, I could still feel that the call from a certain direction, and the resulting emotional impulse, and my thinking decision, were like a magnet repelling it at the same pole. My left eye began to move again, and I covered my left eye, firming up my thoughts of leaving this place temporarily.

This place is weird. Whether it is a trap or not, it is best to treat it as a trap for the time being.

As soon as the thought is turned, the sensory coordinates generated by the information of the conscious walking person become clear again. I started the third shadow jump~IndoMTL.com~ When it reappeared, it fell from a ceiling. The scene below seemed to be a spacious command and communication department. Three-dimensional virtual screens are projected in the hall in the number of over a hundred, like a fish, swimming among the busy operators. In science fiction movies, you can often see such scenes, but when you are actually in them, you still have a unique sense of dazzling.

My appearance also stunned the people who noticed the situation. Someone soon reacted, and there was a tumult in the hall. Many people wanted to leave, and many people tried to fight back. They all seemed to know who I was. In the floating three-dimensional projection screen, a scene is playing when I recover from the pool, repulse the incoming troops, and force the video record of the weapon test. Although there is no lack of images of me performing shadow jumping, judging from the reactions of these people and the expressions of overwhelming astonishment, it is clear that they have always had a high regard for their safety, that is, the confidentiality of this place. confidence.

"Exit, right here?" I obeyed the feeling, and cast my eyes on the huge beam of light in the middle, where the shape of the base plate really seemed to be used to carry people.

"It's actually placed here. It's an emergency exit?" I looked around at these office workers who were gradually recovering from panic, and said to a fat man who had the appearance of an officer in his clothes: "Please Keep calm and open the exit of this temporary data hedging space." (To be continued...)