Zhang Xiaozhu, in the darkness of blindness, cried for a long time, "Who are you" His question was not answered by the voice, like a phone call that was suddenly hung up.

However, at this time, Zhang Xiaozhu's eyesight suddenly recovered. Zhang Xiaozhu felt that he had been spelled, and a suspicion that he was secretly observed and played with in applause arose.

Moreover, he was very suspicious that the person who was secretly observing himself and secretly playing with himself was the woman who was talking to himself in his brain just now.

The restoration of his eyesight brought Zhang Xiaozhu a burst of surprise, and he cheered up and cheered up. A few minutes passed, the voice did not come out of his head, and Zhang Xiaozhu decided to leave her alone for the time being.

(The long-faced administrator must be found, and he must know what's going on.) He said to himself in his heart, curiosity and fear filled his heart, it felt like a person suspected that he had a terminal illness and wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up, but he didn't dare to go, but, in the end, he had no choice.

Zhang Xiaozhu's mind returned to the original plan.

(He must be found.) Zhang Xiaozhu didn't have a map in his hand, but now he had read the memories of dozens of JS, and from these notes, he learned that the office of the long-faced administrator was on the first floor, that is, the floor closest to the ground among the eighteen underground floors.

Zhang Xiaozhu went up the stairs to the first floor, looking for the office that S remembers. On the way, the JS that Zhang Xiaozhu encountered had basically collapsed on the ground, lost his mobility, and had no memory to read, like a beggar paralyzed on the side of the road. So, at first, he didn't bother with these JS.

However, Zhang Xiaozhu was very cautious and careful, and he saw several JSs on their bodies and bullet holes on their heads...... (These bullet holes are recent, they, just now, were shot?) Zhang Xiaozhu thought, but since the memories of these js were no longer readable, he had no way of knowing what had just happened.

However, bullet holes are always alarming. Zhang Xiaozhu saw that there was even a dozen or twenty bullet holes on one JS, which was beaten into a sieve.

There may still be people alive in this lab...... Zhang Xiaozhu pondered. (And he still has a gun.) Zhang Xiaozhu even suspected that the man with the gun was the long-faced administrator he was looking for.

Zhang Xiaozhu forcibly manipulated a JS, js_x, it was covered with bullet holes, paralyzed in the corner like a puddle of mud, Zhang Xiaozhu manipulated the js_x, making it stand up from the ground...... (I'll ask you to help me get the lead.) Zhang Xiaozhu thought.

js_x opened the door of the stairwell and entered the corridor on the first floor, and after a while, it came to the office that Zhang Xiaozhu wanted to enter, and stood at the door.

js_x swiped the access card. "Permissions restricted!" The channel is displayed on the reader of the access card. js_x had access cards around his neck, and he tried one by one, but none of them could open the door.

Zhang Xiaozhu clearly felt that this was an office that required higher clearance to enter. js_x brought a fire axe and began to slash at the door with a strange and twisted motion. But no matter how much it cut, the door just didn't move.

Just when Zhang Xiaozhu was thinking about whether to manipulate more JS to come over to help, suddenly, gunshots rang out in the corridor. The gunfire was loud and dense, not like the force of an attack that someone with a broken pistol could hit.

……

When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Xiaozhu didn't smell the smell of gunsmoke, so he guessed that just now, this was the effect of an electromagnetic rifle or electromagnetic machine gun attacking. Electromagnetic guns do not require gunpowder, and the continuous fire is more fierce and more powerful.

When the gunfire rang out just now, Zhang Xiaozhu immediately lost contact with js_x, and after the gunfire stopped, Zhang Xiaozhu was bold and glanced into the corridor through the crack in the door: God, js_x, he has almost been beaten into a pulp.

He also saw a large lamp hanging from the ceiling of the hallway...... No, not a lamp, it's a turntable machine gun, as if sticking out of the ceiling.

Zhang Xiaozhu cursed, and quickly retracted his head from the crack in the door. (I didn't expect this place to be a military facility.) ）

(But that door, with or without a ticket, I have to go in.) Zhang Xiaozhu thought about it. Soon, Zhang Xiaozhu found a lot of cannon fodder from other floors, all of whom were people who once wanted to experiment with themselves. Watching them turn into pulp in the artillery fire, Zhang Xiaozhu's heart was extremely happy.

This kind of revenge is not only incomparably exhilarating, but also incomparably painful. Because Zhang Xiaozhu is in touch with them when he is manipulating them, when the bullet passes through their bodies, Zhang Xiaozhu will also feel a personal pain......

Zhang Xiaozhu knew very well that now was not the time to be afraid of pain, and furthermore, he even enjoyed this pain a little, as if these muscle pains could bring out the pain in the depths of his soul, and then, in bursts of laughter and shouting, he released it.

The Lab Defense System, the turntable machine gun, had finally run out of ammo, and its turntable emitted the same humming sound that only sounds when idling. Zhang Xiaozhu was familiar with the voice, and don't forget, the arms business is also one of the businesses of Huantai International, and Zhang Xiaozhu himself is a gun fan - he stepped into the corridor of the first floor, which has been turned into a slaughterhouse......

An unexpected surprise was that the closed door of the office had been shot through a large hole by the turntable machine gun wheel. Zhang Xiaozhu tried it, and he could get into it from that hole, and he didn't need to swipe any access control card.

Zhang Xiaozhu did not bend down to drill the hole, but kicked the door with his foot, and the door actually opened. He loves the feeling of swaggering into the door. When he entered the office, he found the long-faced supervisor inside. But, unlike what Zhang Xiaozhu thought, the man had a pistol hanging from his drooping right hand and a hole in his right temple—it was clear that he had committed suicide.

(It's kind of cheaper for you.) Zhang Xiaozhu thought, (If you wait for me to do it, there is definitely more than one hole in your body.) Zhang Xiaozhu walked over and patted it on the face, and then, Zhang Xiaozhu called a few more JSs that were still available, and threw the long-faced strange poetry outside the office - he didn't want to see it.

Soon, there was the sound of JSs eating outside the office.