The blood stained the man's whole body, but the man soaked in the gradually cooling blood did not seem to feel the slightest discomfort.

Placing his bloodied hand in front of him, the man actually smiled.

A bloody smile bloomed on his pale face.

"It's a feeling...... It's weird...... But...... Very comfortable......"

I don't know if this sentence refers to the touch of the blood that is clotting on the hand or the process of creating this pool of blood, but either one of them is not a positive thing.

He smiled, then frowned.

"The one just now...... Is it emotional?"

Savoring the smoothness of the blood that was about to be cold in his hands, the man's dark eyes were full of confusion.

However, this confusion did not last long, as if he abandoned such confusion in the next moment.

Holding on to the wall, he stood up.

His figure was a little swaying, and he looked like he was exhausted.

"Smack!"

Unable to shy away from the blood stains on the ground, the man walked leisurely towards the staircase leading to the upper floor.

"Since blood can bring that kind of affection, then let the blood come more!"

Devilish sentences were spoken without emotion, the man had a night-like hair color and eyes, and a name that should have belonged to the Netherworld.

Lin Ming.

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"Bang!"

Bullets were fired from undetected locations, and the sound of gunfire, which should have been crisp, seemed so dull for some reason.

"Relief > fired back only for a split second, and with his body's capture of the trajectory, Matthews completed another headshot.

The deceased was hard to look at, for he had indeed seen his bullet go into the target's chest.

"Even after being shelved for so many years, body armor is still as good as ever...... I'll have to see where this body armor is made when I'm done......"

Gently wiping the blackened hole left by the bullet in the body armor on his chest, Matthews mentally counted the souls of the dead at his gunpoint.

"Eleventh, plus the words of sixty on the second level...... Klaus...... How much blood do you have left to shed?"

Matthews had been an official before, and although he was only a storekeeper, he was still very careful about the personnel changes in the base - after all, most personnel changes meant that they were sent to the real room.

In his calculations, Klaus had at most a hundred men, or more, two hundred.

The team of two hundred had already sacrificed sixty people on the second layer, and in the first layer, Matthews alone had already killed eleven people.

His marksmanship was not the best among the 'soldiers', and there were eighty of them.

As long as one person kills two, it is enough to destroy the other party.

"Kill!"

He threw away the micro punch in his hand and replaced it with a shotgun, shouting mercilessly to boost his morale. But he himself was retreating without a trace.

The rest is left to the others, and he's ready to save his life and enjoy the results!

"After going out, block the base, and then the sky is big, and with such combat power, I can get away with it on the stage of the end times......

Matthews had even begun to imagine what life would be like after escaping from the base.

Matthews was obviously not the only one who thought this way, and they all retreated slightly under various covers.

They are all 'officials'.

The gunfire continued, and the sparks that burst out of the muzzle of the guns were dazzling.

"Drop!

What was that?

Matthews, who was slightly away from the battlefield, suddenly heard such a voice, and he half-crouched down with his gun, and his eyes sweptly swept over the top plate above his head and the four walls as far as his eye could see.

He eventually found the source of the sound.

The only quiet place in the chaos was the one near the staircase, where a few hapless ghosts lay dead in the middle of the charge. At this time, this abrupt "Didi" sound came from their bodies, and if it weren't for Matthews's earliest retreat and the closest "Didi" sound, he would never have heard it.

"What's that?"

Through the mask, he saw a red light flashing on the chest of a comrade lying on the ground.

That was his last thought.

"Boom!"

The body armor that had protected him many times before burst open, and the violent explosion blew him to pieces.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The same explosions rang out in one piece, and if anyone could tell how many of them were eighty.

Eighty tones, no more, no less.

The air wave of the explosion swept away a qiē within a radius of three meters from the center of the explosion, and this qiē turned into high-lethal shrapnel and shot in all directions.

The street fighting in the complex terrain was only halfway over, and the 'soldiers' scattered all over this level laid a thunderstorm with their own lives.

They weren't soldiers, they were just active **, and all they could leave behind after a qiē was a corpse that they couldn't collect no matter how hard they tried.

They are just cannon fodder.

"Beautiful scene. ”

Before the dust from the explosion could be silenced, a sound appeared at the top of the staircase.

"Da!"

His steps were a little vain, but there was not the slightest hint of tiredness on his face.

He stood at the top of the stairs, quietly waiting for the dust and smoke to dissipate.

"Whew~!"

Inhaling deeply, inhaling the blood and burnt of the air into his lungs, he smiled as if he had found a child with his favorite toy.

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On the ground, the high slope on which Claire's team is located.

All the weapons have been removed, but there are no good goods here, just old submachine guns.

No way, although some equipment was captured from the 'Tyrant Squad' before, but because their weapons are too large, in the end, the only ones that can be used are bullets.

The bullets used for Gatling were replaced with shotguns, and Claire, with a less professional telescope, dared to use the two together as a sniper rifle with her experience.

But there was only one telescope here, and there was an extra sniper rifle, but at this time, the guy who was a sniper had just cried, and his eyes had not yet dried and he didn't know if he could still aim at the target.

"There's no way, let's give it a go. ”

Claire gritted her teeth and pressed the butt of her shotgun against her shoulder, and when accuracy was not guaranteed, she had to rely on the power and number of bullets to make up for it.

"Ethan!"

Turning around, she gave a final hint to the incompetent sniper, and when she turned her head again, Claire had already focused her full attention on the sniper target.

In the telescope, at least twenty or so black shadows walked through the ruins of the battlefield under the cover of night, and from a distance, they still held long strips of weapons in their hands.

Based on Claire's years of experience, it seems that it should be a multifunctional infantry gun.

They are not zombies, nor are they survivors.

"Umbrella ......"

Claire murmured, and the wind blew through the ears of the woman lying on the ground, her dusty hair slightly lifted.

It was as if she would pull the trigger in the next second

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