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I can't verify the truth of what she's saying, and my understanding of the truth of the end times is measured only by what others say, what they do, and what the consequences of what they do. I also thought that maybe what she said was right, at least, partly true, but it wasn't enough to shake my will. I am on my own path and trying to save the world in my own way, just as she thinks her actions are the right ones, and I think my actions are the right ones.

However, I don't have enough reasons and clear enough facts to refute her point.

"You're acting too drastically." I said to her, "Before the end comes, many people who could have survived will die. ”

"Even so, their death can keep more people alive. That's the price of salvation, their sacrifice is worth it, and we're making the same sacrifice, aren't we? These soldiers standing in front of you will not hesitate to give up their lives for the same faith, and so will I. ”

"Unfortunately, I can't bear to be sacrificed to my loved ones, and if they are bound to die, I'd rather they die in a natural disaster that cannot be stopped by man, than be abandoned as heroes. I believe that if people had a choice, they would make the same choice as me. What you call salvation is just sacrificing a few people to allow more people to survive? This choice is also too ridiculous, people are going to die after all, and I never expected that my actions would allow more people to live, and this is the point of conflict between our ideas. I'm the only hero who can die at any time, so I'm standing here and standing in front of you at the risk of dying at any moment."

Yes, I never expected myself to keep more people alive, but what exactly did I expect? I can't 276094239765 answer, however, I believe there is something more important than survival. Morino, Shirai, Sakiya...... These people originally had a happy and free life, and perhaps when the end came, they would also support each other to survive. Did they voluntarily become victims? It is tragic to be forced to be sacrificed by other conspirators for the survival of others. Do those who have a chance to survive because of their sacrifice necessarily have the right to survive?

"Yes, it's so sad......," I put away my dagger, raised my submachine gun in both hands, and told her with my actions that this battle would be inevitable, "everyone can only be responsible for themselves, no one has the right to make life decisions for others, and if anyone does, then he is a sinner." ”

The lady and I stared for a long time, knowing that my will was irreversible, and sighed helplessly and pitifully.

"I thought you were a smart guy, but I didn't expect you to be just a little clever and stubborn idiot." She screwed out her cigar on the table.

Fire.

Chain Determination.

I dodged with a quick sweep and returned fire with two guns. Bullets staggered through the air, shattered stones flying around me. Even so, because the enemy was too dense, some of the soldiers in front of them immediately fell, although it was not fatal with one shot, but the limbs were also severely damaged, and they could not recover for a while.

The enemy's firepower has been weakened by a certain amount of dù, but my movement space is also rapidly decreasing. I stared at the bullets that were close at hand, and as I fired, I stepped back, quickly back around the corner. Almost at the same time, a storm of bullets struck the wall across the corridor, and the loud bangs and impacts shook the entire floor.

At this moment, two grenades were thrown and hit the wall, and before it bounced back, I pulled Mae up and continued to sweep backwards.

The explosion swelled through the corridor like a fire dragon, and for a split second, my eyes were filled with dazzling light, flames, and suffocating smoke.

I have suffered several big losses in this kind of invisible chaotic scene, and I have long understood that I must not panic at this time, and I must concentrate more on the other party's actions. Billowing smoke and chaotic sounds can weaken one's perception, but thinking backwards, anyone who tries to enter this chaotic area will cause a strong disturbance to this dense environment, and it is entirely possible to reverse chain it in.

However, the enemy did not rush out from the front, and it seemed that they were intent on holding their positions, but I did not dare to ignore them at all, because there was a three-pole demon pattern messenger among the enemy. Her unknown talents and superpowers are killer features that can break the ice in no time.

I took Mae's hand, and suddenly, this hand broke free. The force was a bit strange, and I reflexively turned around and saw Mae's body slamming into the wall on the side, but it wasn't her subjective will, someone grabbed her neck and dragged her back. Although most of Mae's true face was blocked by Mae's body, I still recognized that it was the lady officer who suddenly attacked.

How did she end up here? It certainly didn't come from the front of the corridor. Faster than doubting, I reached out to pull the real river. However, the lady official who held Mae hostage rushed into the wall, but there was no sound of collision. In an instant, Mae was also accelerated and dragged into the wall.

It was like an invisible door in the wall, and the two men disappeared without a sound.

I rushed up, slammed my body against the wall, and immediately a huge reaction force pushed me to the ground. The soreness of the whole body told me that it was indeed a wall, not a trick.

I understood the enemy's thoughts in an instant, and confused my senses with gunshots and explosions, and the lady officer took the opportunity to use her superpowers to separate me from Mae and break them one by one.

Where are the two of them now? Anywhere is possible, the road is winding, the rooms are so numerous that the ladies who ignore the walls can freely enter and exit any room. I want to track them down with the monitor in the main control room.

Hopefully, before that, Mae will come to his senses. I believe that she will not die, because her eyeball is in my left eye socket, but in her delirium, can she fight the lady officer with only her fighting instinct and the knife-like critical weapon that cannot be activated? At this time, I thought that Zhenjiang was going to have to suffer.

The attack stopped for a moment, the enemy did not pursue, and he was left alone in the corridor. Quietly, repressed in the diffusion. However, my mind is still clear, and I feel very calm inside, as if there are two brain waves with different amplitudes beating. It's a very familiar feeling, like somewhere you've experienced it...... Is it in a post-apocalyptic fantasy?

The familiar feeling and the lost memory seemed to coincide, and I still can't remember it, but I really enjoy the unreal floating sense of déjà vu.

I finished my last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette on the ground, and wrung it out with my foot.

How can we break through the position of the remaining forty or so elite soldiers? No, it's not a breakthrough, they won't surrender or run away, they must be completely annihilated to get into the main control room.

The entrance they occupy is spacious, but the only way to enter it is through the guò gate, which is only three meters wide. With the opponent's firepower, you can easily block this entrance. Which is faster, their own speed sweep or their reaction? They've fought me more than once, and they know me so well that they can't be completely unprepared. There are examples of dead soldiers in the past, and they should know that with high-tech products, it is possible to lock my high-speed movement on a certain distance.

Entering the entrance doesn't mean it's safe, and it's too spacious for the number of guards. With a size of three hundred square meters, the enemy only occupied a small piece in front of the door of the main control room. It was almost a foregone conclusion that there was a mechanism buried in that extraordinarily spacious hallway, and once I stepped into it, I would become a caged bird.

It seems to be in a dilemma.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't play a small trick, then try your limits.

I threw away the two machine guns loaded with high-speed bullets, pulled out the dagger in my left hand, and pulled out the revolver in my right hand.

I seem to have gone back to that time, when the murderer Takakawa broke into the Goat's Guild's bar base with these two weapons. I'm not a murderer, but I'm still Takakawa.

The two weapons rotate freely in my hands, this is my real weapon, the companion who has always accompanied me through the bloody storm.

It is true that the weapons of the KY3000 and the Fanu Force are so powerful, but the human body is also so fragile, since long ago, humans could kill more powerful beings with only stones and wooden guns.

Killing doesn't require too powerful weapons, it just needs to be done in the right way at the right time.

The enemy in front of me is also human.

My bullets don't have dead ends.

My dagger can cut their throats.

That's enough.

I took a deep breath and listened to the sound of the wind peeking from the breath tract of the helmet mask.

"Swift Sweep." I said in a voice that only I could hear.

Travel lightly, put life and death aside, and eliminate any worries. My steps were light, and the high-speed passage was winding in front of me, from the ground to the wall, from the wall to the ceiling, not very fast, but I felt like I was walking on the ground, controlling it freely, as if I were a cat or a spider.

The entrance door had been torn apart by high-velocity bullets, but there was still a wall above the door, and if the soldiers had focused on the doorway, I would have been in the blind spot of their consciousness.

I leaned against the corner above the ceiling and into the top of the door, so soft and swift that I couldn't even hear the slightest breath of life. I hung upside down on the wall at the top of the gate, listening to the movement in the hallway. They were quiet, no movement, no conversation, and I can imagine them staring at the door with all their attention.

I rolled over and down, imagining myself like a serpent clinging to the top of the door and scurrying into the hallway. The scene is confirmed by the view for the first moment, and the high-speed passage continues to wind its way around the walls and ceiling.

The gunfire was loud, but it was scattered. As I expected, not all soldiers reacted immediately.

The scattered bullets were completely unthreatening in the flash state, and the bullets chased my shadow to the top of the gate. I swept across the ceiling and walls like a gecko, and before they could fully react, I was to their right, and they were saturating towards the top of the gate.

I was out of my high-speed movement, ripped out of the air by gravity, and the soldiers who had been the first to notice my movements had been locked in mid-air. They are sharper than the others, and their eyes are already on my body.

Before they could shift the muzzle, I shot.

The soldiers were heavily armed and had bulletproof equipment for vital parts such as the heart, head and neck, and the bullets of the revolver could not fatally injure them. Therefore, I chose to cut their attack capabilities.

In normal conditions, my marksmanship was accurate and there were no dead ends, and I continuously fired bullets from the empty wheel, breaking the fingers of six soldiers along with the trigger.

In the blink of an eye of the firefight, the other soldiers had reacted and turned their guns to shoot at me. A dense barrage of bullets whizzed, and before that I had gone into a state of rapid grazing, serpentine rushing towards them.

Saturation attacks with no dead ends had to be fully prepared to form the first time, and some of them were wounded by my shots, and the reflexes of the rest of them were also good and bad. Therefore, the trajectory of the flight before my eyes was dense, but it was scattered.

I wield a dagger in a high-speed world, deflecting bullets that I couldn't dodge, and as long as I didn't get in front of the bullet, the dagger wouldn't be in danger of breaking.

Just like the last resort that has been tried before, use the most precise attacks to tear a path forward from the undersaturated barrage.

The closer I got to the soldiers, the more bullets flew out of the muzzles. But instead of going in a straight line, I was serpentine, and I was able to see the gap between the previous bullet and the next one.

As I thought, the six-barreled heavy machine gun operated by the Soldier Commander was incredibly powerful, and the special bullets and rapid rate of fire made it almost impossible to leave any space directly in front of him. But it was difficult for such a heavy gun to catch my maneuvers, and I could clearly see him chasing me at a very slow pace, and I had changed direction before he could catch up.

It was too late, and there was less than sixty meters between me and them, even if the serpentine maneuver extended the distance of movement, and in the high-speed movement close to the speed of the maglev train, it was the blink of an eye.

I had broken into the soldier's position from the far left. Like slicing tofu, the dagger moves with the high speed of the body, gently cutting through the armor around the soldiers' necks and cutting off the entire neck.

At the end of the sweep, a series of blood welled up behind him. I stopped behind a soldier and covered his mouth, the dagger plunged into his neck. The people around him reacted and fired at me in unison, and I was already in a state of rapid looting again, and the frantic fire could only tear the dead body to shreds.

Without the commander's orders, the soldiers began to retreat and disperse, each focusing on their colleagues opposite. I try to hide behind the soldiers, and even if someone reacts, I can use the people around me as a shield. Their shooting, although accurate, is only for those who do not make unexpected movements.

For a while, I was so easy to kill that I didn't even have to do it myself, just pushing the soldiers in front of me, and the people on the other side could only rain bullets on their own colleagues.

I found the commander in the crowd, but there were many soldiers guarding him, and under his command, the squad centered around him was like a hedgehog.

Although the people around me fell at a rapid pace, they did not panic at all, which gave me a familiar sense of crisis. Their current appearance is very similar to the situation in the hall on the first floor, before they encountered the dead soldiers, and in the corridors.

I will remember the hardships they endured for me. I can't go on any longer, I think, although it looks like I can still expand the results, but these people are using themselves as bait to plan some unexpected tactics.

So I decided to change my original plan, give up the idea of killing everyone at once, and rush into the main control room with the door open. By the time they could react, I had slammed the door shut and flipped the conference table against it. The bullet crackled against the door.

Although the gate is reinforced and reinforced, the enemy fire is strong, and it shouldn't last long, but it's enough time for me to do what I need to do.

I began to search the whole room, but there was nothing I wanted except mechanical, and perhaps the key to the security door at the back of the first floor was carried by the lady. This was expected by me, and I tried to control the surveillance device to find Mae's whereabouts.

A third of the screens were showing the battle in the other passages, and there weren't many members of the Security Service who arrived at the rear area such as mine, and perhaps quite a few of them stayed in the original hall, where the monitors were burned by pulses and could not receive a signal.

These scenes were only fixed around the main control room, and I didn't see the familiar figures of Misfire, Turtledove, Ballerina, and Dorothy, who were perhaps led away by the garrison Demonic Emissary, or perhaps already dead.

Like me, the members who tried to break through the main control room fell one by one, and when there was no one who could get up again, the screen in that place turned into a snowflake like a funeral.

I couldn't bear to look any further, so I cut the other passages and tried to connect to the rest of the building.

The door behind me began to make a distorted sound, and the roar of heavy weapons echoed through the room, and I could barely hear anything else.

Suddenly, the sounds stopped, and the room was filled with a dead silence. At this time, one of the screens appeared with the figure of the lady Guan and Mae.

Mae was injured, her arm was cut off, and she was standing at the door with a knife-like critical hedge weapon, the critical weapon was not activated, and she turned her back to me, so that I couldn't see her expression clearly at this time. The lady was intact from top to bottom, and she seemed to sense my prying eyes, and raised her head to the position of the monitor with a hideous smile, giving me a thumbs up, and then giving it a thumbs up.

Which room is this? I was about to orient myself when I heard a loud explosion behind me.

Swift sweep.

I rushed into the corner as fast as I could, climbed the wall, and swam against the ceiling towards the open door.

The scorching breath rushed in, and the twisted door slammed into the conference table and smashed against the monitor beside him, bullets pouring down into the room, sparks flashing everywhere.

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