From the moment I stepped through the door of the self-destruction room, no one knew where I had gone or what I had done. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Yuri's troops are still far from here, and the Allied forces have basically been wiped out, and now is a rare gap period.

The enemy is one less. It stands to reason that the absence of an enemy is not something to be feared, but the fact that Chairman Kim is nowhere to be found is quite a huge variable.

According to Igor's recollections, they and Chairman Kim were separated on the fifth floor downstairs. At that time, Chairman Kim and his four or five bodyguards were chased and killed by twenty-six Allied special forces, and they hid in the conference room in a panic. And the last image in Igor's memory is a group of Allied soldiers rushing towards the sturdy safety door.

Now they're still downstairs. Maybe wearing an advanced version of the psychic shield, I couldn't sense the brainwaves of their boss, Lead Apron No. 2.

But I know that these guys are stuck in the way of retreat. Yuri's forces poured into every inch of the space like a tidal wave, and only escape passages on the fifth floor underground could be evacuated (there were also secret passages on the other floors, but none of them were as secure as the lowest floor).

Entering the fifth level is a blink of an eye. But as the old elevator slowly descended, I couldn't help but ponder: Why did the Allies do this?

Now is the time of cooperation, and even if the Allies have selfish intentions for the post-war situation, this operation will not be worth the loss! Knocking out the top brass in Pyongyang is tantamount to giving the city to Yuri's forces, so what good will the Allies do at that time? Will they be able to receive the fruits of victory?

Although the United States and Japan have begun a counteroffensive, Japan is still far from recovering its homeland, and landing on the Korean Peninsula is still an unattainable dream.

"What the hell are they for?" I just can't figure it out. If it weren't for the suddenness of my arrival, I would have thought they were coming at me.

Of course, I don't know how big this leader bunker is, but based on other people's visions and memories, I can still restore a three-dimensional drawing of the North Korean leader's bunker. Then arrange the sensed life signals on the "map", and the current state of the enemy can be said to be clear.

Pushing open the elevator door, I took the first shot to kill the two guards before they could react. On the way down the corridor, I encountered another patrol, it was too far away, I gritted my teeth, raised my assault rifle and opened fire. The three of them were right in the middle of the unobstructed corridor, and they were now my targets.

But the gunfire has already alarmed others. Not only were the five people in the conference room stunned, but the dozen or so people surrounding the door also raised their guns and rushed towards the place where the guns rang out.

The floor space of the fifth basement floor is even less than that of the basement one, and in this pitiful space, a third of the area is cut off by the conference room where Chairman Kim and the others are. The conference room is like a waiting room, and the only way to enter the underground escape station is the conference room. Searching this space is not difficult for sixteen special forces, and my only advantage is a few isolated sturdy rooms.

And these four rooms are arranged in the shape of "Tian", and a corridor can almost be seen from the conference room in the distance to the corner in front of me. If it weren't for the fact that I had four or five horror robots in my pocket, I wouldn't have been able to beat them even with a heavy machine gun.

I unleashed two miniature horror robots. Ten seconds later, screams and gunshots could be heard across the hallway.

I've seen people in hospitals who are dying after being attacked by miniature terror robots. Unlike conventional horror robots, miniature horror robots cannot carry poison germs, and can only burrow into the human body to cause destruction and eliminate soldiers, and this process is extremely cruel.

There are even times when a person's organs are destroyed by a terrorist robot, and even the intestines are broken, and the person is still wailing and rolling on the ground.

The batteries of the miniature horror robots can only run for two hours, so Glinsky equipped them with a chemical energy extraction device to replenish energy from human flesh and blood.

I listened to the screams one after another, and listened to the enemy strafing everywhere, but I just couldn't hit the target. One by one, the life signals were decreasing, but after four fell, I could vaguely hear several Allied troops shouting, "Stand back!" Damn, there must be those bandits around, stay away from those little devils! They consume a lot of power, and as long as they don't touch it, they will shut down because they consume too much power! ”

It's time. I don't need to show my head, I just need to fire at the location of the life signal I sense. I raised my assault rifle and fired at them, knocking out four or five in an instant. Counting the ones killed by the horror robots, and half of the enemies fighting and retreating, I had to retreat around the corner. The enemy's firepower was so tight that I was almost completely suppressed.

When I was at a loss, one of the life signals in the Allied forces suddenly lifted the psychic shield, became extremely active and powerful, and even began to slaughter the "comrades-in-arms" around me. Three of the life signals vanished in an instant of unresponsiveness, and several others were defenseless and wiped out in a state of confusion.

"Big brother, I've seen you, when are you going to hide?" As the last life signal stopped in the struggle, the guy who had killed the other seven Allied forces suddenly spoke. I stepped around the corner, and to my surprise, it was a black soldier who had been infused with scorpion venom by Emily!

Imagine how I feel at the moment: a black man who is more than two meters tall...... He had just raised his heavy machine gun and fired at seven Allied special forces, and at this moment he was still covered with blood splattered on his body...... It was Emily's disgusting tone of voice...... This kind of picture is in my eyes...... It's disgusting......

"Thank you," I frowned for a moment and squeezed a few words out of my mouth, "Good work." ”

This "puppet" is also not unscathed. Now it is clear that the standard of "the end of life" has been met. He (or maybe "it" or "her") had been shot several times in the stomach, and the wounds on his limbs had begun to burst. "I don't need this thing," I said, looking at the camera above the black soldier's head, imagining Emily's mischievous look hidden beneath the moment, "but I still have to thank you, although I didn't expect the Allies to be so stupid that I couldn't even tell if they were normal or not." ”

"But then I can't help you," Emily said with a mischievous laugh, "and if I'm not mistaken, there are not only seven or eight Allied special forces near the conference room, but also two layers of fortifications. Hee-hee, it should be tricky for ordinary people, right? ”

It's tricky, indeed. According to the standard of "No. 2 subway", the fortification at the entrance of the conference room is almost a moat, and I have even heard the tactics of "tanks entering the tunnel" to break through before. If the Allies try to stop ...... I guess I just have to look away.

"You're wrong," I said with a smug smile, "I'm not alone. Remember Comrade Ginny? ”

Then I shot the black soldier in the head, watched his body crash down, and then walked away in a pool of blood. There is a fierce battle in the depths of the corridor waiting for me to "profit from the fisherman".

By the time we arrived, the battle was over. Ginny struck a self-conscious pose, sold a cute one that made me sick, and saluted a loose and lazy salute: "I found eight enemy soldiers, and wiped them all out—oh, there is a mouth." ”

The so-called living mouth is nothing more than a corpse with more breath. At this moment, the Englishman spat out a mouthful of blood and scolded with a smile: "The British chick is energetic, but unfortunately she is a guy who betrays the motherland." ”

"I love the motherland, but the motherland did not respond to my love, and even betrayed this love." When she heard the word "motherland", Ginny frowned and quickly returned to normal. The transience of this moment is like seeing an annoying fly.

But I captured the moment. And maybe I was the only one who saw Ginny's hidden, unforgettable hatred from this moment.

The guy on the ground giggled, choked to death with a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, I got the most important and reassuring information from his head.

"There are no other Allied forces," I concluded, "and the thirty who stopped Yuri were the last Allied troops on the operation." However, at this moment, it is useless for them to desperately move forward here. ”

Ginny shrugged nonchalantly. I turned my head to look at the sturdy door of the conference room and continued, "The better news is that, according to their memory, Chairman Kim's life is fine so far. ”

"Are you sure?" Ginny snorted coldly, then stuck out her tongue and wrapped her tongue around the doorknob. It turns out that the "slimy rope" is her tongue......

However, when the door opened, something unexpected happened.