I don't know who said something to the effect that trees would die without bark, but if people can tear off the skin of their own face (this "skin of the face" seems to be an allusion or something. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info self-esteem? Or honor? I don't remember) then he can make a difference, and even be invincible (I forgot the original words, anyway, it was not the Soviets who said it, but the meaning of this phrase was translated into Russian in the language of origin is expressed like this). I didn't understand what it meant, but now I do. It's not a "shameless" problem, it's madness!

Looking at the green gas slowly coming out of the sprinkler, I took a deep breath and swallowed all the mood and vocabulary that Yuri had prepared for the scolding. Damn, I've got to find a way to stop it! Walking next to the pile of chemical protective suits, I couldn't help but be ecstatic with the clothes on the ground: there are several tempered oxygen cylinders here! God help me! I pressed a button, and the exoskeleton armor fell off my body like a snake's molting, and before it could completely fall to the ground, I hurriedly picked up the chemical protection suit and put it on. The weight of the chemical protective clothing of Yuri's troops is much lower than that of the Soviet national chemical protective clothing, which is more convenient to wear than the American national defense chemical suit, it is not an American-style one-piece suit, but it is more comfortable than the American-style chemical defense suit; It uses the "combined" wearing method of Soviet-style chemical protective clothing, except that it is not put together like armor, but a piece of independent clothing, combined with zippers. The gas mask was a bit of a hassle to put on, as it took a lot of effort to take off the helmet, and the room was already filled with a lot of green mixed with purple gas.

The exoskeleton armor was taken off and wrapped in the chemical protective suits on the ground to avoid contamination, and then the cabinets were pushed down to the corners. Before waiting for the weather-beaten cupboards (Yuri's troops actually made cabinets out of wood) turned into shredded firewood, and the chemical protective suits were scattered all over the ground. I quickly threw a few of them away and got into the pile of clothes. The gas seems to be spreading very slowly, and it is only now approaching the corners where there are many chemical protective suits. I don't know what country's standards Yuri's chemical protective suits are divided into, the United States, the USSR or France (even if I knew, it was useless, I only memorized the Soviet standards in class), but just in case, it's better to cover more. Considering that it was impossible to see clearly through the "mountain of clothes" that had been piled up in the chemical protective suits, I left the detection head of a poison gas sensor outside, and the instrument was brought into the chemical protective clothing pile with me. Hiding is an essential skill, but this is the first time that a deserter who has slipped back after defeating a battle has been embarrassed to hide in a corner to prevent the enemy from searching for him.

The hands on the dashboard spun to the right, and the red warning lights seemed to me to be as bright as emergency lights in the hallway. The numbers grew larger and larger, and soon reached the apex on the right, but in the section on compositional analysis, the words "unanalyzable" were written. But since there is no gas leaking into the pile of chemical protective suits, I have no need, let alone time, to care.

Ten minutes isn't a long time, but it seems to me like ten years have passed. I don't know how long it took, but the dashboard showed that the poison gas was slowly disappearing. The poison gas sensor, which was on the verge of collapsing because its concentration exceeded the detection limit, was now able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Pushing away the pile of chemical protective suits, there was no green gas in the room. I took a heavy breath and took off my gas mask. It's really strange what Yuri's troops put in it, and there are no residues? Even the chlorine gas didn't dissipate so quickly!

As I walked towards the exoskeleton armor, I accidentally tripped over something. I scolded and kicked something on the ground, but when I looked down, I forgot the pain in my toes. Damn, Yuri seems to be crazy enough to even use this thing!

It was the corpse of the engineer I had killed. At this moment, the skin of the corpse is bubbling with green bubbles, the shell is infinitely expanding, the clothes are gradually cracking because of the expansion of the body, if it is not for the fact that the clothes have not completely cracked, just looking at the green disgusting bubbles and the gray-green skin and the mouth full of fangs, I really don't recognize that this was a human being.

This is a nebulized "slave virus" that is only used in genetic mutators! I pulled the dagger from the leg of the exoskeleton armor and took a bottle of potion from my pocket and applied it to the blade of the dagger. This was brought from Gelian when he was on Yurigrad Island, and it is said that it can corrode away by reacting with the skin of living creatures, including the hard furious skin. I haven't tried it yet, now is the time. I didn't expect that the skin of the throat of the corpse in front of me would be easily cut by me, and the corpse that had not yet completed the mutation was like a baby without the ability to struggle, and it only moved a few times before it stopped mutating. The corpse of another engineer didn't go so well. As I approached, it was still on its feet, snarling from its large, fanged mouth, though the mutation was not yet complete and a disgusting froth was still emerging in many places.

"It looks like it's going to take some effort." I complained, picked up a chemical protective suit and threw it on, and the other party immediately screamed and pounced. I don't know if this engineer will mutate into an orc or a slave laborer, but it's so fast and tearing that its heavy hazmat suit can be torn in half in half in a second. I quickly lowered my head, and a strong fishy wind blew overhead. If it were touched, even if the suit could block the poisonous body, its claws would tear me off, leaving me with a serious wound.

But I just had a false alarm, and the "engineer" was already dying. Its body, from head to abdomen, made "close contact" with the blade of my dagger, and it fell to the ground. I exhaled softly and approached the monster that was still gasping. But who knows, this guy suddenly jumped up from the ground and threw me to the ground! Damn, seeing that the dagger had already flown far away, I had to grab its wrist as much as I could. But its claws swung so hard that it nearly grabbed my hazmat suit. Disgusting venom dripped on the floor behind me, making a sizzling sound. Looking at its dull eyes, its hideous roaring face, and its graying body, I knew that this monster was no longer dead. It's definitely an orc, and the self-healing ability of slave labor won't be so bad, but if it's a berserker, then it's annoying, and when it's completely mutated, there's no need for any attacks, and I'll be crushed to death under its huge body in no time.

In the panic, I saw its disgusting stomach, and I felt sick to my stomach, and it was at this moment that I had a flash of inspiration. yes, now that its belly has been dissected, I have a chance! With that in mind, I lifted my tall booted foot and kicked it hard!

I remember Instructor Cherdenko said that my foundation is relatively thin and I can't rely on my physical fitness to fight the enemy. "You can only rely on your own resilience." Cherdenko taught me, in addition to this sentence, a bunch of sinister tricks that would be fouled in any fighting match.

Now it comes in handy. Oh no, in fact, except for fighting matches, these tricks can come in handy, such as...... Life and death every time.

As I pulled my already "colorful" boots out of the orc's belly, more red and green blood gushed out of them. Not only on the floor, but also on my boots, it was disgusting. Perhaps it was his last fight just now, and after this kick, the "engineer" completely lost the last trace of vitality and fell to the ground opposite. The corpse was still mutating, and I didn't carelessly, picking up the dagger on the ground and cutting off its head, which stopped it from mutating. Then the mutation began to disappear at a rate that I could see with my naked eye, and the "slave virus" could not live without its host, not even in a lifeless host, and would finally disappear, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh and bones that seemed to have been dead for a long time. I felt tired, but I couldn't rest yet. It wasn't until I pushed aside my boots, which were starting to rot, that I sat down on the ground completely. It's so tiring, it's so exhausting...... Fighting this fight is even more sore than going five kilometers cross-country in a training camp...... I really want to get some sleep......

Can't sleep...... I pulled a bottle of sobering agent out of my pocket...... Damn it...... It's a tough ...... Well? Wait a minute...... Tough guys......

I suddenly fell asleep. I didn't hear the shouting and banging outside the door, but it was because ......

A berserker here is so difficult to deal with, but what about outside? Isn't the whole basement ......