But in any case, he did not have a good opinion of such things as "religion", especially after the "Gate of Truth" incident. The more than a hundred people in that room reminded him of the madmen at the Gate of Truth, and an ominous thought popped into his mind - it couldn't be the remnants of the Gate of Truth, could it?

However, before he could figure it out, people had already come out of the room in twos and threes. They became as usual and even joked with each other.

Dai Bingcheng looked out cautiously through the small long glass window on the door of the storeroom, waiting for the people to disperse. He was a little anxious because he had to take the next step before anyone realized he wasn't in the room anymore.

Five minutes or more later, the last two men walked out of the room. It was two men, both slightly fat. One person is bald, the other is a medium distribution.

So Dai Bingcheng opened the door of the medicine storage room slightly by a small slit.

To his disappointment, neither of them noticed the anomaly.

Dai Bingcheng had no choice but to sigh slightly in his heart - civilians.

He had no choice but to open the door wider and gently roll a bottle of pills out of the crack. The yellowish tablets hit the walls of the plastic bottles, making a "bang" sound. The voice finally caught the attention of the two men. Zhongfa glanced over here and bumped his elbow against the person next to him: "Hey, why did the door open?" ”

The bald head also glanced at it casually, and shook his arm: "What about him?" Let's go to the cafeteria, it's almost time to eat. ”

Dai Bingcheng can't wait to slap this disrespectful guy. But he was not disappointed by the middle distribution - generally speaking, most people who are middle-handed and meticulously groomed are paranoid and sensitive personalities - he frowned: "Go and have a look, save yourself from being scolded." ”

Dai Bingcheng speculated that the "Zimei" he referred to may be a female worker in charge of the drug storeroom.

So the bald head reluctantly walked with him. Those who had left earlier had already made their way to the other end of the hallway. No one noticed the two of them.

Dai Bingcheng took two deep breaths, held the steel needle at his waist in his hand, and leaned against the door.

There are no lights on in the medicine pantry. Although the lights in the hallway are not bright, there is always a process of adaptation for the two people in the face of sudden darkness - it takes about a second or two for the rod cells in the retina responsible for low light sensing to take over the work of the cone cells responsible for strong light sensing and make them see the indoor environment clearly.

So after pushing the door open, he stopped at the door for a while. But the bald head behind him squeezed him in, muttering, "What about the light switch?" ”

He turned his head and helped him grope around the wall.

At this moment, the two steel needles in Dai Bingcheng's hands silently inserted into the necks of the two people. He inserted the cervical vertebrae, between two and three segments below the skull.

There was no suspense in the end, and the two fell to the ground without saying a word. Because Dai Bingcheng caught the bodies of the two people, the sound of them landing on the ground would not be louder than a gentle cough.

Yet a second later. The bald head woke up - he touched his neck with his hand and cried out in panic: "What's the matter? Leakage?? ”

While talking...... His exposed body was covered with a dense layer of scales. The scales looked so hard. So much so that the steel needle inserted in the neck rubbed out a tiny spark.

This man has a lot of ability, and he can't be worse than he should be decided. But if it is decisive, he will never let Dai Bingcheng's sneak attack succeed easily. Even if you succeed, you will not ask "is it a leak", but will immediately call for support with your back against the wall. At the same time, prepare to launch a counterattack on the possible position of the sneak attacker.

Dai Bingcheng sighed again in his heart - civilians.

Without hesitation, he pulled the needle from the neck of the dispenser. The backhand stabbed the bald head in the eye again. At the same time, stir vigorously. The bald head fell down without saying a word for the second time, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

So Dai Bingcheng closed the door and peeled off the white coat that was distributed in the dark. Cover yourself. The hair he had shaved out of hibernation had only grown a short layer, but it looked normal. To his surprise, the hair was jet-black—his white hair had been mottled before.

He waited another five minutes as the people in the corridor dispersed.

So Dai Bingcheng went out the door, bowed his head slightly, and walked along the corridor to the east side. At the end was another room with a closed door and the words "Sterile Zone" on the glass. He looked left and right to see that no one was there, then pressed the palm-sized bag in his hand against the wall, and walked briskly to the middle hall.

Delay detonation - because of this technique, he was not less trained by instructors when he was young. They had asked for everything they could have at hand to create explosives, and the delay in detonation could not exceed three seconds. He naturally can't compare to that time now, but the resources in the medicine pantry are really abundant, so he is confident that he will not do too bad this time.

Walking to the central hall, he saw the elevator door in front of him in the distance. There is a swipe slot next to the door with a small red light on it. If this is the only thing, he can brute force it, but the problem is that there may be other verification methods in the elevator, or even someone else.

The staff here do that kind of ritual every four days, and they will definitely be recognized.

So......

He stood against the wall, his mouth slightly open, protecting his eardrums.

Three seconds later, an earth-shattering bang was heard. The entire floor was shaking violently, the lights on the roof of the shed were flickering on and off, and the surging air waves rolled over from the west side of the corridor, and Dai Bingcheng was also blown several steps forward. The air was filled with heat, the smell of burning, and the strange smell of burning medicines. Most drugs are good accelerants, and they are especially effective when they are mixed together.

This time the explosion was much stronger than Dai Bingcheng had expected—he glanced into the corridor on the west side and found that half of the corridor was burning.

Screams of chaos rang out, and some people rushed out of the room to look at the firelight. Others who had escaped from the west hallway ran to the east hallway. And the people who were originally in the corridor on the east side also ran dizzily when they noticed people running towards them.

Dai Bingcheng pretended to run to the east as well, but only took a few steps before pretending to be tripped and lying on the ground.

There was another earth-shattering explosion, and the explosives he had previously attached to the wall were also detonated. This time the damage was much less, not even a single person was injured, only billowing smoke. But the people running east were still at a loss, and screams filled the floor.

Dai Bingcheng got up from the ground and pointed out a "clear road" for them, and shouted in panic: "Get out of the road!" It's going to collapse here! We're going to be buried alive!! ”

People suddenly had the backbone, and they took out 120,000 points of courage and rushed into the central elevator. Dai Bingcheng blended into the crowd and stayed in the middle. When the elevator door opened, he knocked over a few with three punches and two kicks, and followed the first few people into the elevator. No one noticed his movements, because he wasn't the only one who was punching and kicking.

The people who advanced the elevator were going to close the door, but more people were squeezing in with their hands to open the door. The elevator was overweight and soon a shrill alarm sounded. As a matter of common sense, this elevator can't go. But Mr. Tai knows that institutions like this — the kind of institutions that they did a decade ago — always have some contingency measures. He looked around as usual, and found the emergency door behind a man. It was a small, red, palm-sized door, inconspicuously hidden behind the handrail of the elevator. He squeezed through and punched the door, pressing the button.

So the elevator door ignored the hands that stood in the way of the door and began to close slowly. Dai Bingcheng let out a sigh of relief, but quickly realized that he had overlooked one thing — it wasn't ten years ago.

Almost at the same time, the trend of doors closing was stopped. Because someone used the ability - the two arms became thick and powerful, and the door was pressed against it without difficulty. Not only resisted, but also pulled to both sides. More people realized that they still had a trick, and for a while the elevator door turned into a demon parade, and even a person climbed up to the ceiling and squeezed in from above.

Dai Bingcheng immediately showed his skills - he shouted in panic: "They are going to let us die together!" ”

Hearing this, the people in the elevator immediately became angry—in this case, the civilians were a good illustration of what the "collective unconscious" was—and the one at the door immediately turned to the outside, roared and threw his fist frantically, and the fist rained down on the one blocking the door.

Another person rushed up at the door fearlessly, and Dai Bingcheng saw that he didn't look like a person with a strong and quantitative ability, so he stretched out a leg from the crowd and kicked him back.

At this time, the elevator door finally closed, and it went up while screaming "Didi".

It is still more than 50 meters above the ground, and the elevator can only be filled with a dozen people. Dai Bingcheng was afraid that these people would find him during this time, so he kept creating a tense atmosphere, repeatedly shouting things like "hurry up, hurry up, it's going to collapse". After he started, the civilians quickly took over his job, shouting and screaming to reach under the ladder room and prop it up.

So Dai Bingcheng finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned his back to the crowd and saw his face through the metal wall. It's still the same as it was ten years ago, but it's a lot more mental. If it weren't for this face reminding him, he really felt like he was rejuvenated.

What should I do if I go up? He hadn't figured it out yet. But he experienced a lot of such situations when he was young, not to mention that they were as common as eating and drinking, but they were not much different. He counted his heartbeats and counted the time it would take for the elevator doors to open.

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Regarding the leader of the mutants, "Yu Meng", when I appeared in Siberia before, I wrote "Wang Meng". But it's all one person, and it's a clerical error on my part. In the future, it will be called "Yu Meng". (To be continued......)