The dark blue night also fell on the main city of the G032 base, and the hazy light clouds were like a thin gauze curtain, covering the silent night sky. The moon hung high in the center of the dark blue sky, and the moon-white light spread all over the ruins and rotten buildings of the main city, falling beyond the corners of the broken walls.

In the quiet and silent world of ruins, in a room in a four-story residential building, Wu Qi was lying on a white double bed, holding the hilt of a long knife in his right hand. The moonlight outside broke in through the window, illuminating the corner of the large bed and the right half of Wu Qi's body.

The dark gray Sky Wolf R&D Type IV combat suit has been extensively damaged, and more than 70% of the parts have been burned to black, revealing huge holes, as if they were clothes found in the fire. Through countless huge holes, it was Wu Qi's skin, which was originally smooth and delicate with burnt marks, and after a long time of cooling, it turned into a mixed color of purple, red and black. The fair-skinned and delicate face was covered with crimson fire spots, and the eyebrows and hair were burned extensively, which was ugly and terrifying.

In the quiet room, Wu Qi's breathing could not be heard, but he was indeed breathing. Weak air currents circulated through the air outside his nasal cavity, supplying the oxygen necessary to sustain his vital signs. In the chest, the beating of the heart is equally slight.

Suddenly, Wu Qi's eyelids trembled. The five fingers of his right hand, which held the handle of the long knife, also suddenly exerted force, and the muscles on his blackened arm gathered together, and the shape was quite powerful.

Immediately, Wu Qi's purple, red, and black back muscles also began to squirm, and the full-contoured muscles lurked under the devastating scars, and the muscles collided and twisted with each other, generating the power that grew from the creek to the great river, and then to the ocean, flowing from the torso through the limbs and hundreds of bones.

The heart in the chest began to beat regularly and vigorously, and the sound of breathing around the nasal cavity was much clearer.

Ten seconds later, the lifeless shell regained its vitality, like a dry bowl filled with living water.

After a long sleep, Wu Qi opened his eyes again, those eyes were as bright as ever, as bright as the beauty of obsidian, and under the glamorous appearance, there was a depth that outsiders could not see. He moved his limbs on the bed and then propped himself up from the bed like a cricket.

He was revived.

Wu Qi quietly looked at the moonlight outside the window, and saw his ugly face through the reflection of the glass. Wu Qi's appearance and skin have not recovered for the time being, but he is not worried, and he does not feel that this is a devastating blow to him.

Compared with the time when the Colossus was destroyed, this time he woke up faster than Wu Qi imagined, I don't know if it was because the body was resistant to high heat damage, or the quality of the injected cytoactive agent, or the obsession of wanting his body to wake up when it reached a minimum level of recovery.

Or all three.

Wu Qi looked at his left hand, clenched his fist, dug his nails deep into the flesh, and then released. He noticed that his sense of touch and pain had been greatly weakened, as was his hands. The loss of his extremely acute skin senses means that his perception will be severely impaired. The strength of the muscles also regains only the minimum limit of action. This is the price to pay even if you recover after exceeding your limits.

After checking his current state, Wu Qi turned over and lay on the bed face up. The ten fingers of his hands slowly closed and then released.

Alone, lying alone in an unfamiliar room, only the night and the moonlight accompany him. Wu Qi was used to being quiet and lonely, but he still remembered Zhang Bai.

Zhang Bai doesn't have a deep friendship with him, he is a teammate who has fought side by side, and his memory is very good, so good that every word Zhang Bai said to him remembers every sentence in less than half a day in the past half a day.

That guy and Wang Sheng are two kinds of people, trimmed, afraid of death, poor overall view, a lot smarter, he trusts his companions, he also has courage, and he is a real mercenary. It's just that now, Zhang Bai will no longer ask questions by his side, and he will never show his cowardice and fear of death again.

It was Charlotte who killed Zhang Bai, and of course, he and Zhang Bai should have killed many enemies.

They have united with the Hell Lion Mercenaries an irresolvable hatred, even if the enemy is a fifth-level mercenary group, with the unrivaled strength and high-end combat power of the Black Gun Mercenary Group, this hatred will not be weakened in the slightest.

Wu Qi grew up in the jungle, and in his impression, there has never been a wild creature that will not fight back after being bitten hard by an enemy. Wu Qi asked himself if he was not the one who would be avenged, but he had some grudges, and there must be an ending.

For now, he is no match for Charlotte Leroy, but in this world, victory and defeat are never decided by mere fighting alone.

......

80 meters underground of the base laboratory, the personnel lounge of bunker 32.

It is a huge space with an area of 500 square meters and a height of 12 meters, and the bright white light illuminates every corner of the huge space.

The white walls are covered with a honeycomb-like structure, and the design shape and color of the honeycomb have the "futuristic technology style" of the civilized era, and every hole in the hive is a small bedroom. The living items are all white.

In addition to the hive space built on the wall, there are nine spherical hives in the 500-square-meter space, and one spherical hive is in turn eight personal spaces.

Charlotte and Li Jiang are staying on the top floor of the hive bedroom on the wall, and the two of them are staying in two separate personal spaces, separating each other's bedroom walls, and only by pressing a button on the wall to transform into transparent white.

The tank containing MacDonald was placed on the lowest floor by Charlotte. In the sea of culture liquid surrounded by transparent specialized glass, MacDonald was swimming flexibly, a pair of turquoise silver diamond eyes as bright and magnificent as the gods descended from the earth, and they were exploring the surrounding environment.

MacDonald has an excellent memory, excellent calculative and logical skills, and spatial imagination. Ever since it left the underground laboratory and was moved by Li Jiang through the passage of Bunker 32, it had been observing the environment and gradually piecing together the map of Bunker 32 in its mind. At present, 40% of the overall has been completed.

MacDonald's wisdom was also recorded in the experimental notes by Director Cen Shuming, but it is a pity that almost everyone except Cen Shuming, including the leaders of the Supreme Third Court living in Xinjing, only value MacDonald's genes, and do not care what kind of existence MacDonald himself is.

Go back to the top of the hive. Li Jiang was lying on the big bed in the bedroom of his personal space, his sharp and cold eyes were always staring at the white ceiling, making people wonder what he was thinking.

Charlotte was in the room next to Li Jiang, sitting cross-legged on the big white bed, holding the tablet with both hands. On the screen glowing with blue-and-white electronic light, there is always a message of "Gao Lan, no communication was successful".