All the guards involuntarily held their breath, waiting for the xenos to close their mouths of blood.

No one doubted that Luo Li would be bitten in two, and the captain of the guard was the most excited of them all. Because of a few slightly fierce meat mouths, he had been cleaned up by this little witch, and he almost wasted his eggs on one knee.

To this day, the captain of the guard still can't figure out how she cares so much about her mother, who has never seen her, even though she is a test-tube freak. It was just a verbal "greeting", and he turned his face on the spot.

Could it be that this kind of thing also has a surname?

At present, Luo Li's fierce performance of not fearing death made the captain of the guard overturn his doubts. Fuck people's last names, how can a normal person be crazy to this point.

He felt a little sorry, and only hoped that the xenos wouldn't make Luo Li's corpse too bad. When the time comes, it will be used while no one is sure.

In the dead silence, the rain of blood finally erupted.

The captain of the guard found himself flying, as if gravity had suddenly vanished, turning him into a free feather. The happy smile on his face was still there, but it quickly turned to astonishment, and as he continued to rise, he looked at his subordinates and saw that all of them had the same expressions.

The horror and horror of the guards made the guards all stare wide, their mouths wide open, their throats gurgling, but they could not make a sound.

It was only then that the captain of the guard found that his lower body was still on the ground, and his legs were still standing there upright. Like the waist cut off by a giant scythe, it looks extremely abrupt, just like the usual shots in Hollywood plasma movies, spraying cheap black and red liquid wantonly.

With a snap, the captain of the guard finally completed the short but long freefall and fell to the ground, not understanding what had happened until he lost his breath.

The man who shot out of the medical room looked like a giant crossbow arrow, and after tearing the guard captain in two, he still didn't slow down, and collided with the xenos in the distance.

The A-class xenomorph weighed more than 600 pounds, and when it was hit, it rolled on the spot, and the two rows of biting sharp teeth made a scalp-numbing click, and it didn't touch half of Luo Li's hair.

The sound of bones breaking in the xenomorph's body mingled with its furious roar, and the superconducting inverters that the man bounced off the ground as they hit the ground bounced like baseballs against the alloy wall and soared into the air. Large patches of light tubes on the ceiling burst and sparks flew and a burning rain rained down on the area.

Number Two rolled over and jumped up, wiped the blood from his face, turned around and kicked him without looking, and kicked the xenomorph who had been hit hard again.

The A-class xenomorph fell to the ground with a bang, and when he got up again, he looked a little frightened, and retreated into the corner with a whimper. Number Two stood still, staring intently into the infirmary, all the guards following his line of sight, and their legs trembling violently.

Professor Ronnie quietly retreated, and pressed the microelectronic remote control in his hand continuously, and the doors of one reading compartment after another were opened, but no more xenomorphs appeared.

The compartments were empty, except for the flowing culture and the unplugged tubing.

Ronnie froze, his face turning more ugly than a dead man's. The transfer of xenos in extraordinary times is not difficult, and each compartment is connected to a helicopter track, which can be transported directly from the first floor above ground. The problem now was that he had no idea when the aliens had been transferred, without any notice, as if the cellar had been emptied of the cellar under his nose.

For such a large-scale transfer of test subjects, only the board of directors has the authority. The flesh in the corner of Professor Ronnie's eyes twitched involuntarily, and then he remembered that there was such a mess below, but there was no reaction upstairs.

His steps began to become flustered, and a hand reached out from the door of the infirmary, held on to the door frame, and slowly walked out.

Chen Mo saw the girl lying in a pool of blood for the first time, and then remembered the voice he heard in the previous drowsiness.

He heard her call out his name, and the grim voice was like a needle, piercing the haze that shrouded him in the depths of his consciousness and letting the light shine in again.

Chen Mo walked to where the girl was, and electric darts shot from all directions, piercing behind him one after another, and falling to the ground with a clang. The blue electric fire was still flickering, but he seemed to be wearing an invisible insulating suit, and there was not even the slightest negative effect.

The movement of the teeth fighting among the guards began to spread, but then fell silent again. Chen Mo's left foot had a brief point movement on the ground, and the whole person pulled out a phantom and rolled up around the area.

Without exception, the surviving guards were pinched by him in the cervical vertebrae, stiffened one by one, and fell down.

Chen Mo didn't care about No. 2, and still walked towards the girl.

But it is impossible for No. 2 not to care about him, the scene that was picked up and thrown by the other party before still makes No. 2's hair stand on end.

The closer Chen Mo got to the girl, the deeper his brows wrung up. It was a man he knew very well, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He began to be enveloped in chaos during his experience, and the infusion of potions split his consciousness in half, completely unrelated to each other. The "bullet time" controlled by No. 3 made him fail so miserably for the first time, and he didn't even have room to fight back, so that part of the impression was preserved and reproduced in his mind repeatedly.

The other part of consciousness is fragmented, with countless individuals, countless pictures, and countless voices intertwined and mixed. If it weren't for the combat instinct that forced the body to learn "bullet time", he would have gone insane.

It was the girl in front of her who made the situation begin to change.

She was also put in a cage, and from the beginning she was silent, then she spoke slowly, and then she fought together like his partner.

He still had that little bit of consciousness clearly, and he clearly remembered everything she had said.

The girl talks about her childhood, about the story of the Happy Prince, about the little dog who always likes to lick her palms.

She thought he didn't know anything, so when she spoke, she always seemed extra relaxed, and sometimes smiled silently.

Her smile was beautiful, as clean as an orchid in the water.

Regarding the narrative of the dark part, she is equally calm, without tears, and occasionally frowns.

He didn't understand the meaning of those cold words, but he vaguely felt that she was fine. She asked a question, which, of course, he didn't answer.

She asked, I just want to live, is that also wrong?

Chen Mo was already less than ten meters away from the girl, and No. 2 had a subtle charging movement, and the behemoth in the corner also looked at him under Professor Ronnie's remote command.

Last night, she held him like a child, patted him on the back and lulled him to sleep.

She said, I won't let you die, wrongdoer.

Chen Mo stood beside the girl with a confused look on his face. He could see that the black blood on the ground was not the girl's shed, but the injuries on her body were no longer called injuries, but should be called deaths.

The girl's long eyelashes quivered, and she opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling weakly.

It's just as beautiful.

Facing those eyes as blue as stars, Chen Mo's whole body stiffened suddenly, as if he had been slashed by a bolt of lightning.

Luoli.

(To be continued)