The way down can only be done by feeling, and even by luck. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I don't know how many times the radiation light waves have passed by my side or even my face, and I don't know how many times I have saved myself from the bomb. The space is so cramped, and you're facing enemies who won't fear death, and trying to escape from it is a challenge to the limit. So it didn't take long for me to have to open the bag down and dump all the horror robots in the bag to the ground, hoping they would open a way for me.

"Please, little ones." Looking at the terrifying robots that filled the corridor, for the first time in my life, I made a cross on my chest. It all seemed to be subconscious, and afterwards I looked at the hallway with a little fear, which was normal and bloody. Normal because I can't see any surveillance equipment here, and bloody because it's all over the ground because of the corpses of Yuri's recruits and psychic engineers. No sooner had the terrifying robot disappeared around the corner of the corridor than the sound of chaotic and heavy footsteps behind it. Sounding like a big force, I immediately hid in a nearby office and locked the door. It was horribly dark in the office, but thankfully there were no living creatures in the room. Don't ask me how I know there's no creature here, not thinking, watching, deliberately or fearlessly hiding its creatures......

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside, I groped my way ahead. A desk fell to the ground, and several corpses that had been dead for a while, their hands touching the sticky texture of the floor. Strange, have I ever strafed this room? I don't remember, but now it's not so much whether I've strafed the enemies in this room, but whether the enemies outside will pass by in a flash...... Whatever holy way he is, bless me......

"Where did that Makejebka run away just now?" Outside the door, a Yuri recruit asked his companion. Psychic engineers can communicate directly with each other telepathically, and Yuri's recruits are obviously not equipped enough, and can only speak in the same mechanical voice, and at first glance it is really impossible to hear who is who. Wait, how did they know my name was Makyebka? Is it a photo comparison? I convinced myself of this for the time being, but I heard the latter words.

"No, according to inside intelligence, the Allies have sent at least 30 infiltration troops, but we are confronted by the Coalition forces, and there is only one Markjebka! Where are the other 29 people, and where are the allies? One of Yuri's recruits said, "This is a very important situation, and it must be reported to Master Chance immediately!" ”

How did they know we had 30 people? I'm weird. It's too closed here, if they really had such a good spy or surveillance system, they would have found Kalotov's people a long time ago.

Who leaked the secret? I do not know. The room was eerily quiet, and the Yuri recruits at the door sounded like there were at least a hundred, and they were discussing my movements one after the other. I waited quietly, imagining myself as silent and invisible as I could......

I don't know how long I waited, but when I almost got to know the room completely, I suddenly felt that something was wrong behind it! A foul wind swooped in from behind, and I dodged one of my arrows from one side before noticing that a humanoid thing had landed on the ground and rolled in a circle. Outside the door, Yuri's recruits tried to push the door in, and I immediately panicked: this is tantamount to a catastrophe! Don't......

Luckily, someone outside stopped them. "Master Chance has said that when the test specimens are mature, no one should interfere with them for a while, and they will be useful in helping to eliminate the invaders." Hearing this, it seemed that those Yuri recruits had finally left. While I was glad, I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my heart: what kind of monster makes them afraid to come in?

I carefully pricked up my ears and nose, judging each other's positions by smell and hearing. Thankfully, the guy didn't have the idea of hiding himself in the dark, and the thick smell of blood and the occasional bared tooth grin ruthlessly revealed its location. I reached for my backpack and tried to pull out the night vision goggles and put them on, but the monster pounced again, and I lost the opportunity and threw the backpack in the opposite direction. The monster was clearly tricked and lunged in the direction of the backpack. I sat down in a chair next to me, rummaging up and down my pocket, only to find ...... An incendiary bomb? In such a small space, the indiscriminate use of incendiary bombs is simply suicide! But looking at the current situation, hand-to-hand combat is no longer possible, and sniper rifles and pistols are probably useless...... What else can I do?

"Heaven and earth, whoever you are, bless me." I lightly drew a cross on my chest, and when the monster rushed again, I put my hand on its chest, and shoved the Molotov cocktail into its mouth the moment it opened its bloody mouth. Although it is not clear, it is completely possible to tell where its mouth is by smell. Its claws slammed me out of the chair and we slammed into the door, the frame of which trembled. This collision was like being hit by a big truck, and it felt like the sky was spinning after a long time of gold stars in my eyes. A soldier with such a lot of strength is either a remade warrior, or a berserker, or a heavy soldier standard, but this guy is certainly not them.

The monster continued to roar. I slowly got up and made a teasing gesture to it. This was a dangerous sign, and the monster began to roar. It's time for its internal organs to burn, right? It must have hurt. Don't ask me how I know, I've seen this happen a lot.

"Here, come and get me," I said, clutching my aching ass and squeezing out a grin, "let me see what that idiot Chance has made." ”

I heard a roar of rage, a scorching smell of burning in the fishy wind, and emotions of anger and anguish coming over me. It's a real idea, when I time it right to jump away, there is only one thought.

The door was slammed open without any suspense. A mass of corpses burned and fell on the door panel, quickly turning to ashes in the hallway. No wailing, no struggle, not even attention. I'm not surprised by this, what I'm really strange about is...... This guy looks like a slave laborer...... How can there be so much strength?

The hallway was silent. I hope that around the corner ahead, there will not be a million heavy soldiers in ambush.