Strange to say, when the mind jammer was fully turned on, I actually felt a severe headache myself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's not the kind of headache that gets punched with a hammer in the head, it's the kind of ...... It hurts to have a worm in my head.

What's going on...... I clutched my head, puzzled by my current situation. Why does the Mind Disruptor interfere with me?

Now is not the time to think about this. I took a bottle of medicine out of my pocket, poured out a few and swallowed it. This is a "special medicine" distributed by the storm team, which is powerful and pain-relieving, and has no dependence.

It really works, the inconspicuous white pill has just entered the throat, and the pain has disappeared. Since you can walk for the time being, let's leave quickly!

Daxia was still lying on the ground in the doorway, looking in the direction of the second-story staircase. I pulled her up and glanced in the direction of the stairs.

At the staircase, the slave laborers were already lying on the ground. From the bottom of the stairs to the entire staircase, filthy shells could be seen everywhere at the moment, wailing and covering their heads, scurrying all over the room. New slave laborers were rolling down the stairs, and there was even an orc.

What really shocked me was that some of the beasts and slave laborers were constantly banging their brains against the walls. Some of them smashed the reinforced concrete walls, and some were not so lucky that they only smashed their own brains.

I suddenly had a feeling of sadness: I am human, there is no doubt about it. Why does the mind jammer cause me the same harm as slave labor when the mind jammer is fully open?

Don't...... Are they my kind?

"Mark! Mark? What happened to you? Darsha's concerned voice once again pulled me back to reality. I leaned against the wall, feeling another dull pain in my head. Is the effect of the drug almost over?

"It's okay." Without a trace, I pushed away Daxia's hand, and as I headed for the elevator, I took a pill from my pocket and took it, the faint pain that rose down.

Perhaps suddenly aware of their mission, the beasts and slave laborers in the distance struggled to stand up in our direction, and some slowly writhed on the ground with wails. It doesn't matter anymore, they can't get over anyway.

As I walked into the elevator, I pulled a remote out of my pocket and pressed the button, then threw the remote through the elevator door.

The elevator descended slowly, so smooth that I didn't even feel the elevator moving. After a few minutes, Daxia finally couldn't help it and asked me, "What is the remote control just now?" ”

"Oh, that......" I was about to speak, when there was a violent explosion overhead. It was as if something had fallen from the sky and smashed on the roof of the elevator. Without hesitation, I raised my sniper rifle and fired several shots above my head.

There was a fierce scream from outside the top cover of his head, and after a few shouts, he fell silent. Luckily, the elevator only shook a few times and didn't malfunction. There are also some debris that fell on the top of the elevator, which should be fine.

"Exploded." I replied succinctly.

Truly. The psychic disturbance wave was still lingering in my head just now, and now it is completely gone. It's just that there are more than a dozen slave laborers on the top cover of the elevator, and I really didn't expect it.

But worse is yet to come. Overhead, which was already more than 100 meters overhead, more than a dozen psychic signals of slave laborers appeared, and the number was still increasing! Terrible...... Even the communication station was destroyed, how can there still be so many guys?

"What's wrong?" Darsha asked me curiously. I didn't answer, and crouched down to uncover the movable manhole cover at my feet, revealing the dark elevator shaft below, and a long cable line.

"Our bad luck," I replied, "is that the slave laborers are not afraid of death." I can't think of anything else but that. ”

"What's the solution?" Daxia was a little surprised, "Anyway, where are the slave laborers?" ”

There was another loud bang from above. It stands to reason that there was a lot of loud noise coming from the overhead just now, and there were many overload alarms from the elevator, but the nature of this loud noise was completely different.

"Damn it......" I scolded, "change the plan." Darsha, hold on to me. ”

"What?" She clearly didn't understand yet. At this moment, the elevator has let out a wail, and the lights on the top of the elevator are flickering on and off.

No, it's not the elevator wailing...... Damn it! It's the guy in the elevator who's yelling!

"Forget it, I'll catch you." I grabbed Darsha and tied her to me with a safety rope, then raised my sniper rifle and fired at the corpse overhead.

Mark ...... This bullet is useless...... "I turned a deaf ear to Dasha's persuasion.

After firing thirty ordinary bullets, I pulled out a virus sniper bullet. The last bullet is here, but I hope I didn't shoot myself in the foot.

When I raised my sniper rifle, I sighed and asked Darsha, "You say...... If it's a virus sniper projectile...... Will it be useful? ”

The orc-man overhead pushed the corpse away, roaring and banging his fist on the roof of the elevator. Although the facilities of the national strategic project are of good quality, they certainly cannot withstand so many beatings, not to mention that there are more than a dozen slave laborers standing on the top cover of the elevator, and more than a dozen corpses are lying down.

After all, the skylight at the top could not withstand the impact again and again, and it collapsed under the heavy punch of the beastman. But through the lens of a visually undamaged slave laborer, I could see clearly where the elevator shaft fit for us to hang.

That's a good stress point, but it can be a little inconvenient to just carry a person.

The virus sniper shot at the orc's face, piercing its eyelids, piercing its eyes and into its brain. Green juice surged out of its eyes, forcing the beastman to cover his eyes. The picture was so tragic that I closed my eyes in disgust.

"Next...... I may not be able to guarantee your safety," I whispered in the most soothing tone possible to Darsha's ear, "so...... Are you ready to die? ”

Then I threw the hook in my hand. If you are an ordinary person, even if you don't have the influence of slave labor, you can't hook that position.

But I have this confidence. My brain had already analyzed all my plans and told me how to master each move.

Ordinary masters often rely on "muscle memory" or even intuition to fight.

For others, the guarantee of their own survival from the battlefield is obtained through arduous training and actual combat experience.

Without accumulation, no experience, no "muscle memory" when encountering danger, relying on the brain for everything, sooner or later you will die without a place to bury.

But I'm different. I don't need muscle memory because my brain reacts almost as fast as nerve reflexes. Because I can see the enemy's movements, my brain can automatically analyze how to deal with the enemy's next move.

I knew that even without Daxia, I would not have been able to hook the hook precisely to a small point of support in the shaft wall......

What Darsha said in my ear again, I didn't hear it this time. The beastman's giant palm had swung over, and through his remaining godless green eyes, I could see feelings of pain and anger.

I just stared into its eyes for a moment, and when I met each other, I knew I had succeeded.

As a "high-class slave laborer" cobbled together from corpses, the hearts of the security forces of the World Empire are all gray. There were no neuronal channels, no need to imagine the pattern of the key, and I immediately heard the familiar "See Master".

"Throw me up. Not a single slave laborer who broke in was left behind! ”

"I will serve you, my lord."

Then Daxia and I were grabbed by a huge hand of slave laborers. At this moment, slave laborers are constantly pouring into the elevator room, and there are few slave laborers who have not been thrown to their deaths. I really didn't expect so many slave laborers to escape the explosion. If we don't hurry, we will be drowned by the tide of slave labor.

With one hand, the beastman roared and pushed away all the influx of slave laborers in front of him and in the elevator atrium, and with the other hand, he threw Darsha and me out with all his strength.

I put away my sniper rifle in the middle of the flight, drew my pistol with my right hand without a hook, and fired at anything that was close to me or might have hit us. A piece of gravel was missed at just a slight angle, and another slave laborer with teeth and claws was struck to the other side with a single shot.

When I was sure I could catch the support point with the hook, I didn't hesitate to launch the hook.

The silver triangular tip flew into the dark sky, and after a few circles in the air, there was a crisp and pleasant "click" sound, and Daxia and I finally fixed ourselves in mid-air. The slave labor was finished, and only the bricks and tiles were still falling.

"Whew...... It's dangerous...... "I put the hook on the safety rope around my waist and let out a long sigh, only to notice a warmth in my chest.

Speaking of which...... I was so nervous just now that I forgot that there was someone else in my arms......

"Woooooooooo......oo Still alive......" Darsha cried and hugged me, "I thought ......"

"Don't worry," I said comfortingly, patting her lightly on the shoulder, "I promised Comrade Prime Minister to protect you." Besides, if something happens to you, who's going to launch a nuclear bomb? ”

"You!" Darsha pretended to be angry and bit me, and I dropped the hook a few meters down, so frightened that she hugged me again.

"But...... Then again......" Darxia's face was still as red as fire, "security is security, but how do we go down?" And there are a lot of slave laborers down there......"

"Well...... "I estimated the distance between us and the bottom floor of the elevator with the naked eye. Fifty meters away, more than a dozen slave laborers were waiting on corpses and brick fragments, but I ran out of bullets.

But I replied, "It's okay." ”

"It's okay? Are you sure that'...... that."

"yes," I felt a small smile on my lips, "like you said before...... Trust me......"