The base of the Martian Sons has a semi-open structure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The area close to the mine is completely open to the public, while the proximity to the core of the site, as well as the residential area, is placed under a modular roof.

Approaching the living area, through the wind curtain, the indoor temperature suddenly rose, and the cold-proof clothing could no longer be worn, so I had to pack clothes and breathing equipment and carry them on my back.

Along the way, I was already out of breath and sweating.

I longed for the bathroom in my room to wash off the stickiness from my body.

The passage was empty, unlike usual, when people always passed by.

I really can't walk, and I plan to find a place to live directly in front of the scooter.

As I approached the roadside parking lot, the strange atmosphere and the smell of blood in my face alerted me.

Despite the fatigue, I quickened my movements.

While pulling out his pistol, he opened the safety and checked the remaining amount of the magazine.

Having lived and died, I am extremely sensitive to the smell of death and injury.

The smell of blood mixed with burnt meat, combined with the special smell of ozone produced by electromagnetic weapons, is exactly the same as on the battlefield.

I don't know what's going on here, it's not going to be a good thing anyway.

Crossing the entrance of the parking lot, I slowed down my pace, taking care to control the strength of my landing and trying not to make a sound as much as possible.

Holding the automatic pistol to his chest, he rubbed forward step by step.

The scooters are neatly arranged in the parking lot. There are a lot of people who borrow cars in normal times, and only a few cars in bad condition will be left parked in the parking lot. There are a lot of cars vacant today, and it seems that it is not the evening but the early morning before people start work.

Approaching the train, the smell of tire rubber mixed with blood, creating a disgusting stench.

I'm moving more slowly. The field of vision kept searching between the blind spots in front of him, for fear that something terrible would suddenly rush out.

The relationship between my weak body and the state of "reconnaissance and advance" for dozens of seconds before and after have made me sweat and blur my vision.

Shaking my head and blinking, I tried my best to stay awake, but my concentration was getting worse and worse. Now, if someone jumps out, I may not be able to react in time.

I couldn't go on like this, so I decided to pause and get my form right.

The "ticking" sound caught my attention.

There was an echo in the huge parking lot.

The environment is horrible to be quiet. I subconsciously swallowed my saliva and readjusted my posture to hold the gun, sweat already soaking the handle of the gun.

The tiredness was gone, and I just felt the hairs on my neck stand on end.

"Damn, pretend to be a ghost for Lao Tzu here."

The buzzing echo of the parking lot made me even more scared.

Continuing to move slowly, I moved forward almost millimeter by millimeter, and with every slight distance I moved, it was as if someone would rush out of the blind spot in my field of vision.

The figure of his feet stepping on the pond sounded. I won't be mistaken this time, there are indeed people in the parking lot.

By the time I turned in the direction of the sound, the man had already fallen. I saw the cold light slip in front of my eyes, and something pierced the air next to my ears, making a screaming sound.

I opened my eyes wide, clenched my pistol, and froze on the spot.

There was nothing in front of me.

I don't think everything that just happened was an illusion.

Having lived and died, I have been able to tell what is true and what is a miscalculation caused by tension.

The opponent is an evil bloodthirsty fellow.

He used special methods to conceal his whereabouts, and was patiently wandering around.

He is a full-fledged hunter who is not in a hurry to launch a deadly attack, but seeks out the weaknesses of his prey by constantly changing directions.

I have not seen and cannot understand the enemy, but I can feel that the enemy is a ruthless hunter.

This feeling is not so much a rational judgment as an intuition.

Although there is no evidence for it, I believe in this instinct very much.

The dripping sound sounded again, and this time I didn't act.

I have realized that it is impossible for such a seasoned enemy to make such a low-level mistake, and the voice was deliberately made by him.

The fear in my heart continued to increase, and my panic and panic decreased a lot.

"Don't panic. Calmness is the only weapon to save your life. ”

I forced myself to calm myself down in a way that was self-talking. Let go of the tentacles of perception and experience any tiny signals that the five senses get.

My brain is not idle, and I am constantly trying to parse the enemy's movement patterns from the little information.

I even imagined myself as an enemy position, wandering around my overwhelmed prey, looking for an opportunity to attack.

There is only one enemy, and I am convinced of it without any evidence.

While tense against the enemy, subconsciously, the bubble of doubt continues to gather and rise.

Why can't you see the enemy? He didn't shoot, but tried to solve me with cold weapons, was this out of his personal interest, or was there another reason?

The bubble gathered more and more, and finally broke through the deep spiritual barrier and rose to the level of consciousness.

"I see! No wonder I can't see him. ”

The sound of feet stepping on the pond sounded again, coming from the left.

"The same trick, using it again won't work!"

I let out a loud shout, and the gun was pointed to the right as the man fell to the left.

The enemy has optical camouflage on it, which can achieve invisible light in the visible light and even the infrared and deep ultraviolet segments. That's why he gave up using hot weapons.

He wanted to hide in the dark all the time, and he did not hesitate to give up the effectiveness of the battle to do so.

As I fell to the left, I stared in the direction of the right.

I didn't expect to see him, I just wanted to tell his approximate position by the difference in the refractive index between the optical camouflage and the air.

At such a close distance, I believe that he can teach him to be a man without aiming very accurately, two or three shots.

With a muffled grunt, I fell to the ground, unable to see any refractive anomalies on the right side.

What's going on? Did I guess wrong, not optical camouflage.

No, the error is not here. It's the sound of treading water. He must have seen from my performance that this trick was useless.

Since you are a veteran, you will not make the mistake of using the same trick twice.

I didn't have time to think about it, and while rolling on my side, the feeling of danger had already reached my jaw.

I struggled to twist my neck.

The right cheek stretched all the way down to my chin, and the long, shallow wound almost made me scream in pain.

An unexpected stammering sound rang in my ears.

This is pretty much where the face is close to the face.

At such close range, the pistol became an ornament. Ignoring the pain of the wound, I slammed my head into action.

It was like hitting a stone, and I felt dizzy in my eyes.

Just listen to the angry grunt from near and far.

I threw my whip kick into the air.

Damn, this guy is not only stealthy, he's also a martial artist.

What to do? Fighting him in such circumstances is extremely disadvantageous to me. I had to change the location and make the environment work in my favor.

Without hesitating for long, I jumped up and ran towards the charging rack of the scooter in the depths of the parking lot.

There were no footsteps behind me, but I could feel that the enemy must be following closely.

Running along the way, several bloody corpses passed by. Their bleeding far exceeded the mutilated wreckage of the warriors on the battlefield.

He did it on purpose.

This perverted guy must have been slowly torturing these people before they died, just to make them bleed more.

Every corpse has a pool of blood under it, and the corpse floats in a pool of its own blood, with an indescribable desolation and sadness.

I quickly skimmed over the corpses and across pools of blood. Accidentally stepping into a pool of blood brought out a foot full of sticky plasma, and dark red footprints were reflected on the ground.

There was also the sound of stepping into a pool of blood behind him, and strangely, he did not step on bloody footprints.

The perverted guy even has specially made shoes, which means that it will not work to break his invisibility with liquid or sand.

Who the hell is he?

It must be special forces. It is impossible for anyone to have such a luxurious equipment advantage other than them.

I kept running. From time to time, there is the sound of stepping into liquid.

I didn't pay any more attention to the footprints, but ran to the charging rack as fast as I could.

Soon arrived at the three-tier structure of the scooter charging rack.

There is a couple here, and the two of them are still holding hands when they die. The blood had dried up, and they lay quietly in the pool of blood they had created, motionless.

"Okay, here it is."

I chose to lean only on the side of the charging rack and face the empty space.

"Come on! We're going to make a break here. ”

There was no sound, but I could feel him laughing at my futility.

In front of me is a pool of blood formed by the bleeding of a couple. It occupies a distance of three or four meters. If you want to attack me with a cold weapon, you must step into a pool of blood.

From which angle he will come in, even if he does not make a sound, it will create a ripple effect in the bath.

I stared at the pool of blood, not a sound, no sound of my shoes stepping into the liquid.

That's impossible. How did he do it? Or maybe he didn't step into the pool of blood?

Minutes and seconds passed. I felt like death was getting closer and closer to me.

I understood that I was alive because he didn't want me to die yet. Dealing with an enemy like me who knows how to fight must have given him great pleasure, and he was enjoying the process of killing me.

Fear tugged at my heart. An unquenchable desire urged me to turn and run.

I gritted my teeth and bled out of my gums to control myself.

There was no sound or any sign, but I just knew that he was right in front of my eyes.

"Ahh

I yelled and waved my arms wildly, and unsurprisingly didn't touch him.

"Bang", a heavy object fell into the pool of blood, which was a plug for charging.

This is something I "accidentally" knocked over.

But do I really stumble upon something "accidentally"?

How could a veteran like me, who has such a pure domination of the body, make such a mistake.

I must be smiling wickedly right now. In front of the uncontrollable smile, a guy in an optical camouflage uniform was standing on a special kind of stilts.

The area where he landed was only two thin spots, so it was no wonder that there was no trace of stepping into the pool of blood.

He was still stupidly standing in a pool of blood, less than two meters away from me.

Optical camouflage flickers and flickers under extremely weak voltages.

"Idiot! Don't realize you're exposed? ”

As soon as my words fell, the camouflage uniform jumped high. A dark shadow lunged at me on the ground.

Such intense activity did not stir up a ripple in the pool of blood either.

Three shots rang out in a row. The devil special forces grabbed my shoulders weakly and slowly slid into the pool of blood.

His weapon, a transparent axe, plunged into the composite ground without making any sound.

I looked down at the corpse of the devil, and the bright red blood merged into the dark red old blood, and the pool of blood expanded a little.

"Tsk! Your blood is red, too, it's unbelievable! ”

The optical camouflage suit gradually dissolves in the weak current triggered by the plug, emitting an unpleasant burning smell.

I was attracted by a strange dent on the ground, and it took me a lot of effort to tell that it was the transparent axe hand that the devil had just dropped.

I don't know what material it's made of, but its refractive index in the air is extremely small, and if it weren't for the blood that scraped the blade surface during the swing, I wouldn't even be able to see what it was.

"Cold weapons don't always have identity authentication problems."

I fumbled to pull out the blade, but I accidentally touched the edge, and the blade nearly cut off the little finger of my right hand.

I couldn't help but snort in pain.

Forcibly putting aside the idea of abandoning it, I poured blood on the axe on the spot, and the blood clearly outlined the position of the handle, and I dared to reach out again.

After a little fiddling, I found that the whole body of this weapon was made of special materials, transparent and lightweight, like a piece of paper.

There is a small mechanism on the handle, and with a light press, the edge will be retracted. The axe hand will also shrink into a palm-sized piece, which is easy to carry.

I put the axe hand in my pocket, and I had time to pay attention to the wound of my little finger, which almost cut to the bone.

"What is this? Touch it and cut it like this, nanoknife? ”

The little finger injury is related to my right hand for the time being.

After a cursory bandage, I inspected the scene.

There were 15 corpses in total.

Look at the inhabitants who should be dressed as children of Mars.

They will die here, most likely because the devils want to block the core area of the base. Instead of blocking the intersection, not only is it laborious and laborious, but there may also be fish that slip through the net.

Assassination in a place like a depot is really as many deaths as possible.

It is estimated that seven or eight scooter parks around the base have staged similar tragedies.

Looking at the couple in the pool of blood, I was furious and decided to go to the core of the base to find out more about how innocent people had died in the outer part of the base.

Thinking of my uncle, I suddenly had a bad feeling, and after carefully searching the parking lot again to make sure that there was no Teresa's body, I let out a long breath.

I really didn't dare to think about it, and I didn't want to think about the expression of my uncle after losing Teresa.

The automatic pistol ran out of all the bullets, and I could only tuck it up at my waist. I picked up an axe hand from scratch, and there is no feeling of weight lightly.

"Is it really a nanoknife?"

Proxima Centauri's technology is really much higher than that of the solar system, and I've only heard of this kind of thing in college material classes, but I didn't expect the devils to be practical.

After another round of searching the parking lot, and finding nothing useful, I picked out a scooter that was not stained with blood and drove towards the core of the base.

Faintly, I feel that there is something important happening that will affect the entire course of the war.