Staid saw Doudou tilt in the air, leaving a 75-degree oblique angle, he also immediately took off, leaving a perfect parabola in the air, and he followed Doudou into the bomb shelter, if it weren't for Doudou's amazing observation, he would not have been able to see the entrance to the bomb shelter hidden in the jungle almost a hill.

Before Beanie rushed in, he opened fire first, knocking out the shield at the entrance with enough for them to enter.

Stat followed closely behind Doudou's mech, and he immediately activated the thermal imaging scan.

Doudou drove the road in front of him, and everywhere he passed, he could see that the thermal images passing by were knocked down by Doudou.

"Beanie!" Start shouted, "The operator room must be found!" ”

"Understood!"

"I'm going to save them!"

"Good!"

"Chervin..."

"Don't worry! Stadt, you bring Seanna back! Beanie piloted the mech, swerved sharply, and separated from Stadt.

Staid turned in the other direction, and without Beanie's cover, he was immediately met with a fierce attack.

In front of his screen, red thermal images kept emerging, he didn't expect that when he usually watched them, there were always so few people, but suddenly, he found that there were so many people, which made him feel very surprised.

He clearly knew that he was sitting in the operation room, he could operate the mecha remotely, and then enter his own real world, which was not the same as the feeling he had when he was training in the past.

He knew he was slaughtering living people, not against people with strange shapes, or humanoids, or machines, as he had done before.

He skillfully pulled the trigger, destroying all the thermal imaging in front of him, and at the same time, he also gave himself a hint in his heart, he said that the people he eliminated were just numbers in the upper right corner of his screen.

The mecha's ammunition is limited, and he has been controlling it, if it weren't for Doudou's heart, perhaps, he had that idea, and he didn't dare to imagine that he had been operating the mecha to protect this area.

He numbly pulled the trigger as he moved forward, and a few times in between, he reflexively dodged a few RPG attacks, but he was still thinking about another problem.

It's as if he had paid attention to this problem in the past, but he could ignore it.

Like, at this point, the difference is that he didn't choose to ignore it again.

How could those ZG mechas, who had fought side by side with him, suddenly turn against each other and have been targeting them? Moreover, even though he already knows their specific location, he still only sends a certain number of mechs every day to fight against them, but he doesn't plan to destroy them once and for all?

He immediately stopped.

He realized that this problem was not as simple as it seemed.

He was very annoyed, he was already aware of this problem at that time, but why, he never paid attention to this problem?

Why would they do it?

Did Cherf really go crazy at the time?

What kind of place is Area 51, where that group of people can easily and effortlessly enter the most mysterious place in the United States.

What's more, the concealment of their base is simply not known to everyone.

Cherf betrayed them, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Was William in league with them? Start thought.

As soon as the alarm sounded, he immediately realized that he was so engrossed that he had forgotten his main task.

He immediately continued to move, pulling the trigger and delivering bullets into the enemy's body with unerring accuracy.

He subconsciously looked at the ammunition storage.

Some were not enough, and there were forty rounds left, and he had to save some of them.

He put away his weapon and continued to rampage through the wide aisle in the mech, remembering where Seanna had said, but he found that he seemed to be going in the wrong direction, for he had no déjà vu with everything around him.

He regretted a little that he didn't have the ability to remember the map like Doudou, and he was born with a smart brain, but he was a road idiot.

This annoyed him exactly.

He was halfway through the walk, and he knew that although the bomb shelter looked intricate, it still had one essence, that is, it was accessible in all directions.

He always goes back to where he came from.

When Staid was about to give up, he saw an entrance to the next level, and he decided to go deeper.

He went down to the next floor, which was not as crowded as the previous one, and he opened the mech's map to explore, intending to draw a temporary map while groping around, so as to save time.

As he explored, there weren't many enemies on this level, and he found that the thermal imaging showed more like children than adults.

Children like him.

He immediately turned on the night vision device and presented its real image in front of him.

He was stunned.

It's not Theanna, it's another group of kids.

The group of children, he immediately realized, were the children of the group of kidnappers.

They have the same skin color, as well as hair color, facial features.

The only difference was the fear and curiosity that the children showed.

Two expressions appeared on the child's face, and the alarm suddenly sounded, and he immediately turned around and saw an adult with a bloody face shouting something in his mouth, holding a knife in his hand, and rushed towards him.

He subconsciously punched the other party, and the man was hit by him against the wall without resistance, and fell to the ground weakly.

One of the children was a little girl who screamed and threw herself at the man, crying and screaming.

This time Start heard clearly.

The girl shouted.

Father.

He was stunned, and he immediately realized that the reason why the adults on the upper level were attacking him so frantically was not to kill him, but to stop him.

The girl stood up, still crying, her young shoulders still shaking, she looked at him, and with great difficulty picked up the knife that was in her father's hand, and with great difficulty she held the handle of the knife with both hands, and struggled to lift the knife, but she almost fell backwards,

The girl struggled to steady, screamed, and staggered towards him.

He had realized that his unintentional move had planted the seeds of hatred in the child's heart.

He let the girl stagger over to him.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! The knife slashed slowly but surely at his body, no, on the mecha, but it looked like his body.

He didn't resist, and the knife left only scratches on his mecha.

He turned his head and looked behind him, most of the remaining children with frightened expressions, and a few with determined eyes.

He couldn't stay here anymore because he realized that if he stayed any longer, no matter what else he did, it might leave them with more different feelings.

He turned around cautiously, allowing himself to bypass the children, and did not make any other moves, and only then did he realize that this floor was a huge room without any separation.

This floor is a living area!

In addition to this group of children, there are also some old people, and those men who have no mobility. The men who were lying on the ground were looking at him with resentment, and the men who were deformed and powerless.

Start moved forward, and there was no sound around him, only the sound of his mech landing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! A rhythmic and dull voice made him sound particularly depressed.

What's more, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the aisle, and on both sides, in twos and threes, there were different people standing all the time, either children, or old women, or old men sitting on tattered sofas, or disabled people lying in the aisle, who could only follow him.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, he just wanted to escape from the area, he could even imagine that behind him, there was a child who was silently following him, the little girl, even if she couldn't lift the heavy knife, but she would definitely follow her with perseverance, just for the firm faith in her heart.

In addition, there were other people's silent gazes, and those gazes gave him invisible pressure.

Starter didn't know what was going on inside him, he quickened his pace, he looked at the maps he hadn't explored, he just wanted to find the entrance to the next level quickly, he didn't know why he thought that.

He didn't know what kind of pressure and anxiety he was under.

He'd had done it once before, but not as violently as he felt now.

He was almost a headless fly, and no matter what the fork was, he would either go to the right or to the left, but no matter which direction he went, he could encounter similar situations, similar looks, similar children.

This made him almost collapse.

Until he found the entrance to the next level.

Without saying a word, he went straight down to the third floor.

He looked at everything around him, and he felt as if he was back in a familiar place.

He wasn't sure, because everything around him was a little cleaner and more modern than the first and second floors.

There was also plenty of space here, and when he saw the corpses lying on the ground, he realized that perhaps, Doudou had already arrived at this place.

He stepped forward, looking for any detail he was familiar with.

At first, he did not find a place suitable for his detention.

Because, here, not only is it clean and tidy, but there is also a sterile laboratory similar to a laboratory, where he walked curiously, passing through the almost transparent laboratories.

He looked inside curiously, he could only see all kinds of equipment and tools used for experiments, and he could also see that in some laboratories, it seemed that live experiments were being done, because there, he saw the state of hairless mice, and those rabbits with strange shapes, which could vaguely see their original form.

All of this made him realize that these operations were somewhat similar to those in the Area 51 base.

He saw the same, and he saw the difference.

For example, what are the biological experiments they are doing?

He searched for the entrance to the next level, thinking about such questions.