It's the weirdest battlefield Alice has ever seen, if it can be called a battlefield.

Carefully crawling out of the hole opened by the 'octopus', the men in umbrella uniforms lying on the ground in various positions, if it weren't for the slight heaving of their chests, this scene looked like a rendering of a massacre scene.

The cameras mounted on the ceiling had all been broken, and "crackling" electric sparks were shining noisily.

"Just for a moment...... How did this man do it?"

There is only one reasonable explanation Alice can come up with for the current situation, but how did the man do such a thing?

Looking at Lin Ming, who was standing in the middle of the 'horizontal corpses' all over the ground, Alice asked directly with a full question:

"Mr. Mo Xie, were they knocked unconscious, why didn't you just kill them?"

The man didn't look back, he had his back to Alice, who had climbed up from the hole.

"Today is 'Divine Grace Day', if you can, try not to kill as much as possible, let's leave their lives first, wait for the next time to help tie them up, and wait for the morning sun to rise tomorrow before making a decision. ”

If such a statement were uttered by someone else, it would feel full of loopholes, but who would have the label of 'knight' on the person who said it now?

Especially a 'knight' who has triggered 'divine grace', and it is not difficult to understand that there are some rules in his behavior.

"Oh, then I'm taking the liberty of it. Alice remembered the cumbersome religious dogma of the Middle Ages, and the devil knows what day it is—if it is, it should be a day for Alice to prove that 'God' is a day.

Therefore, after understanding the existence of 'God', Alice would never have any opinion on the behavior of 'Mo Xie'.

Leaning down to pick up a submachine gun-like firearm from her feet, Alice cautiously kicked the leg of a large man on the side, who did not react at all.

Casually untying off a pair of handcuffs from the belt of the kicked hapless bastard, Alice complied with Lin Min's wishes and handcuffed its original owner.

The equipment distributed by the umbrella company to employees is still very complete, from guns to flashlights, and all the tools needed for individual combat and security work are readily available, so there is such a saying in the last days - capture a guard with an umbrella, and the equipment on his body can make ten men no longer need to be empty-handed!

Of course, this statement is an exaggeration, and cutting the "ten" in half is about the same.

One by one, the clones climbed up the ladder from below, and they also threw themselves into the bondage play.

"Zla~!"

Not every guard wears handcuffs, and guards with status and status will not carry this kind of thing that occupies a place and will not be used often, and this kind of thing is naturally done by his subordinates.

This is the quality that a squad leader should have, and there is nothing to say about dealing with such a 'bureaucrat', and a certain clone directly tore the former's clothes and then made them into hemp rope and tied them up in line with their identity.

Five minutes later......

"It's all done, sixty people in all. The clone with "1" on the garment sleekly reported to Alice and Linming.

"Hmm...... Very good......" Alice, the guard who looked unconscious and tied like a pig, didn't know what to say for a moment.

Suddenly, as if it was an instinct from the depths of her mind, Alice thought it would be a better choice if she gave these guys a good time here.

The thought only flashed through Alice's mind.

"Ha, I've been killing zombies a lot, and my thinking is ...... inertia," Alice explained her bloody thoughts.

"There should be umbrella guard uniforms in the room over there, let's change into them. "Lin Ming, who has been standing there with a 'bleak' back, since jumping up and putting down everyone (this is Alice's point of view, in fact, Lin Ming has been standing there before jumping up) and posing with a 'bleak' back, spoke, "Although the alarm and surveillance cameras on this floor have been destroyed, I don't know when people from other floors will come to patrol, and they all move faster." ”

As he spoke, he moved, but instead of going to the room he was pointing to, he pulled up a guard lying on the ground.

"Squeak~"

The uniform top of the umbrella is a zipper jacket, and the pants on the lower body are ordinary military pants, which is no different from the pants that Lin Ming or Mo Ye wore at the beginning, so in his heart, Lin Ming only needs to change into a shirt, shoes, mask and other equipment to look no different from an umbrella guard.

He unceremoniously stripped a guard of his size into a bare pig - an umbrella feature, and none of the guys wore undershirts.

"That's right, but how did this man know about the locker room?"

"Clothes should fit so that they don't get flaws at first sight. Lin Ming read Alice's question, and he didn't bother to wait for Alice to ask questions, he dropped this inexplicable sentence, and then bent down and took out various equipment from the 'light pig' and put it on himself.

Moments later, an umbrella guard who didn't look like a pirated product in any way appeared.

“…… It makes sense...... "Alice, who witnessed the whole process of Linming's "disguise", was unconscious.

Without further ado, Alice took one last look at the unconscious people all over the floor, gritted her teeth, and finally gave up the idea of moving them to the next room and hiding them - this should be the lowest level that the Al Qaeda forces can reach, and the flow of people should not be so diligent, and ......

They were going to kill all the way up, so I'm afraid no one will come to the bottom to watch the misery of these guys......

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Half an hour after the sun sank over the horizon, the eleventh floor of the underground base.

"It's a shift! It's a shift! Made, there's a gloomy layer down there, I knew I should have put on a vest and go down! Hey! McCroft! Is there still a scallion oily biscuit in the vending machine above?"

The sound of a stream of air rang out from the staircase leading to the twelfth floor, and as the sound rang out, a slightly thin black-haired man wearing a mask jumped out of the staircase.

"Steve, you guy, do you know your captain?"

The people in the upper echelons seem to know this 'one-minded' guy, and they can even be said to be very familiar with it - there are few guys with such a 'joy' in the lifeless base, and it is precisely because of this guy's 'joy' that he escapes the fate of becoming a real yàn body.

"Shhhhh

"Hey, if you hadn't worn this uniform, I'd have wanted to kill you. "When 'Steve' ran past a big man, the man stuck out a foot and tried to make a trip, but 'Steve' missed it, and the man who failed in the prank joked, "Agile as a rabbit." ”

"Whew~!" Passing the crowd, 'Steve' finally ran to the vending machine, casually threw in a coin (here is the umbrella that follows the pre-apocalyptic machine, and at the same time uses it for employees to consume their wages), and pressed a few keys on the machine.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that my captain needs your help. Pulling out a bag of cookies that had fallen out of the machine, 'Steve' turned his head to the staircase behind him in a gesture of hope, "Looks like he's really in love with that wall." ”

The lame joke caused the audience to laugh, and many times people just need such a save, maybe because there are such people here, and those of them who have not seen the light of day all year round have not gone crazy......

"Okay, let's go and urge the slackers down there, these guys really aren't very interested in food......

The man who had just stepped out to trip 'Steve' said, he picked up his gun and let out a crisp 'click' sound.

"Come with me, brothers!"

There were only thirty guards on this floor, and this man led twenty of them towards the staircase, turning around and standing up against the ceiling.

It seems that although the prank failed, this guy is still in a good mood.

No one noticed that 'Steve' facing the vending machine did not lift his mask, and no one noticed that 'Steve' had secretly pinched a strange mark on his hands.

"There are ten more people, all under surveillance, there is no way, it seems that it has to be consumed a little more......" The corners of Steve's mouth under the mask showed a cold arc

"Psychic projection!"

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