Throughout the ages, enough humans have died to fill the Pacific Ocean, and enough dead people have left their lives in history enough to fill Australia.

It is a crime to kill a man, and it is a crime to slaughter a city.

And in the end, even heroes are just cannon fodder with names and surnames.

It's just that they never thought of this when they went to be cannon fodder.

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Umbrella Division, 2nd basement floor.

Reddish and blackened blood was the dominant color of this layer, and only one man did not fall among the severed limbs and severed arms in one place.

He was on his knees with his sword, his head hanging slightly.

The sword was plunged into the lower abdomen of an enemy, and blood from the wound spilled over the man's knee as it touched the ground.

The man's pants were soaked with cold or still warm blood, but he didn't react to it.

"Mr. Mo Xie!"

One of the 'soldiers' who was a little more daring came a few steps closer.

"Smack. ”

He gently pushed Lin Ming, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and he didn't dare to push too hard in awe.

Lin Ming's half-kneeling body shook, and then collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Mo Xie!"

Leave aside the fear of this terrible creature for a moment, for a deeper fear has taken over the entire body and mind of this 'soldier'.

He looked back at his companions, but none of them dared to come up and share the fear with him.

His trembling hand touched the man's mask on the ground, a device that could not have been more familiar, but this time it was so unfamiliar, it took him almost fifteen seconds to remove the mask from the man's head.

"Mr. Mo Xie!"

This sound was more of an exclamation than a call.

"He's not breathing!"

As if it were a student taking a lifesaving lesson for the first time, the 'soldier' turned to his comrades for help.

"What?"

It wasn't until they got the news that the people who had avoided Lin Ming from a distance gathered around.

They lifted Lin Ming's body and moved Lin Ming from the pool of blood to a clean place.

It was only then that they noticed that Lin Ming's chest was dripping with blood.

There was more than one wound, but only the one closest to his heart was still bleeding.

No one can survive such an injury.

In the face of such a shootout, is this man still hateful after all?

For some reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw such a fatal wound, and even some of them had smiles on their faces.

It's just that they don't dare to reveal anything in their words.

"Miss Alice......

The 'soldier' who was the temporary messenger picked up the communicator, but his words were snatched by one of the people next to him just as he could speak.

"What's going on? Has the second layer been taken down?

Alice's voice came over the communicator.

"The second layer has been taken! Mr. Mo Xie is extremely brave, and he has already reached the first layer at this time! Miss Alice, wait for our good news!"

Quickly finishing the above sentence and then hurriedly turning off the communication as if the situation was urgent, there was an eerie smile under the 'soldier's mask.

"...... you?"

The real correspondent wanted to say something to the 'soldier' who had snatched the communicator, but he struggled for a moment and couldn't say anything.

"Listen to me!" the 'soldier' casually threw away the communicator, removing his mask as he did so.

Beneath the mask is a blonde, very orthodox Westerner.

At this time, he had a cold smile on his face.

"This guy is finally dead! No one can command us anymore! Look at the defensive equipment here, I'm afraid the firepower in the first layer will be terrible low! I used to be in charge of storage! Believe me!"

It turned out to be an "official", but it was nothing more than the most powerless arms depot.

It's just that he is an "official", and the arrogance in his words at this time made the eyes of some of the 'soldiers' on the side who were a little at a loss because of the collapse of the 'pillars' suddenly become a lot clearer.

"Now, everyone rush up according to the formation just now! Cheer up! Do the bitches in the first layer, and we'll be free!"

For a time, this "official" threw out a set of theories, and in order to make everyone rush up, he even threw out all kinds of empty checks.

However, it has to be said that he tends to have a talent for commanding others, or rather a flirtatious one, and in a few words, he can once again gather the hearts of people who have just been shaken by Lin Ming's 'death'.

"The captain is right!"

There are still people here who understand the existence of zài, and a few people pushed the boat to button a 'captain's hat to the 'official' who spoke.

"yes!"

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Everyone, rush!"

"For freedom!"

This is how the 'masses' were stirred up, and a 'speech' and the uproar of a few early birds were stirred up in an instant.

They bypassed Lin Ming, who was lying on the ground, and charged towards the first layer with blood stains.

Their figures soon disappeared into the second layer.

The gunshots soon rang out again, but this time from the first floor.

No one saw Lin Ming's 'corpse' lying on the ground, and opened his eyes slightly.

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Again, every time someone feels that all the things he longs for are about to arrive, death is not far from him.

The defensive strength of the first layer is really not good - although the firepower of the second layer is a bit too fierce to draw so many troops from the first layer, but the number of casualties of the 'soldiers' who rushed up from the lower layer seems to be a bit large.

The gunfire continued, but the staircase, which was supposed to be the most difficult to break through, had already passed.

The staircase was only defended by two heavy machine guns, which allowed the attackers to break through with only five or six heads.

What followed was the scuffle, where everyone relied on various obstacles in the first floor to shoot, and even took direct risks to engage in hand-to-hand combat - there were not only several rooms on the first floor, but also metal platforms and command platforms, and the terrain was somewhat unfavorable for gunfights.

"Kill them all!"

I don't know which side of the angry yelling came from, and the first layer was already in chaos, and even the voice of the person in front of him was difficult to discern.

What's more, everyone wears face shields tacitly.

"We're going to win!"

Blowing off a man's head a little further away again, Matthews (give that 'official' a name...... It's a 'official') secretly happy.

He had seen victory from the line where his guns had been extended.

But does this victory really belong to him?

……

On the second basement floor, Lin Ming, who had been judged dead, rested against the wall, and he took out several empty blood bags from his clothes.

His face was pale, but it was obviously not due to excessive blood loss.

He's just running out of mental power.

After the previous battle and the illusion released on the first person who came up to 'touch the corpse', his mental power had bottomed out, and it was only a breath to be able to hold on to it without falling into dormancy at this time.

"Erin. ”

A miniature communicator was found from his body, and Lin Ming's tone was very weak.

"I know!"

The voice on the other end of the communicator contrasted sharply with Lin Ming's weak tone

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