Before leaving, I returned Glock to the Los Angeles detective lady along with ten rounds of ammunition. Tryti's shoulder injury has been closed, although she is right-handed, but her deliberately trained left hand is also very flexible, and the injured right hand is no problem as an auxiliary hand. I think we've laughed off our grudges, at least at the moment of the great enemy, and there is no benefit in dwelling too much on personal grievances, and that's what she meant.

The shotgun was left behind by me. Although Kennedy, a middle-aged man, once recommended himself as a VIP member of a shooting association, I couldn't believe him. What impressed me most about him was that his name was similar to that of a former president of the United States. Don't look at his well-dressed, it seems that he can't forget to maintain his demeanor, but you can understand what kind of person he is by looking at his actions when he is anxious.

"That guy isn't rich at all." Tridy told me privately.

I looked at her with suspicion.

"Suits and shoes are imitations, bargains."

"You recognize?"

"Of course, the vision of a female criminal police officer is not for nothing."

It was just one episode in the most retouching episode, and it was quickly thrown into my mind. I believe in the talent I have shown more than a VIP member of a shooting association.

The style of the shotgun is a bit old, it can only be loaded with two bullets from the breech at a time, and the range is not far, but the lethality at close range should be not small. Since there were thirteen rounds left, I tried firing one.

"You've wasted a bullet!" Kennedy yelled.

"I don't think so." That's how I replied to him, and I wasn't in the mood or need to explain my reasons to him.

Kennedy asks Tomie, Father Priest, and Tridy for support, but they don't care, and the other two of the trio just stand by. He could only walk to the side in disgrace, like a clown.

"Ready?" Tomie, who was once again fully armed and concealed his true face, came over and asked.

I pulled on my mask and nodded at her.

Everyone went up the stairs on both sides to the stone platform and gathered in front of the door, and even the hippie James who had his finger bone broken by Tomie followed. He was far away from the crowd, his eyes were evasive, and he always avoided Tomie's gaze, although he didn't look so weak, but Tomie's cold behavior caused a great psychological shadow on him.

The metal door has a neat willow-shaped protrusion, and the lock is not recognizable, but it should be very strong from the previous state, and the copper handle has been polished from the long twisting.

It was Tomie who took the lead, and the priest grabbed the doorknob. Considering that there were heavy objects such as corpses smashed behind the door before, I was afraid that the door would be blocked. As soon as Tomie signaled, he immediately twisted the door lock, and his whole body pushed the door open as if he were hitting the door. Tomie slipped in through the half-open doorway like a slippery fish, and the priest almost stumbled.

The fire behind it illuminated all the area, and it was as dark as a shallow lake rippling in front of you. Father, they don't have torches anymore, so they can only rely on Tomie's flashlights and me to cut through the darkness.

Apparently there were no bodies behind the door. Nothing like a creature behind the door, to be exact.

We followed the priest and immediately found that there were no enemies or corpses, except for blood on the floor and walls. The blood was still fresh, left and right, like graffiti, filling the field of vision, and the strong fishy smell proved the fierceness of the battle not long ago.

The hall-like place is supported by several stone pillars surrounded by two people. Not far in front of us is a wall that used to be inlaid with glass, and at first glance it is clear that the road is used for people to observe things behind the wall, and there are many such arrangements in the places where people are interrogated in the movies. Today, the glass is about 10 meters long and has been completely shattered.

On the left and right sides there are fragments of wooden tables and chairs, which extend along the glass wall with additional passages to the left and right.

For the few people who had just escaped from here, all this was no more unusual than the disappeared corpses. For me, though, it's not surprising that the body was dragged away. Tomie and I have known for a long time that there are picky eaters in this bomb shelter.

Of course, none of this proves that the unknown monster is here, and perhaps other monsters that are also hungry for corpses.

"What did the Mandela monster do?" Tomie wandered around for a while, but didn't find any enemies, so he asked.

"Maybe." Father Sissen shrugged, "It's a rare monster, and I don't know how much it can do. ”

"You haven't killed before?"

"No, I've heard people talk about it, but it's the first time I've seen it."

Tomie nodded in understanding. I've become interested in monsters, but I've become somewhat interested in this room.

"What is this for?"

"Prison." Tomie replied without hesitation, and people couldn't help but feel that she knew a lot about this place.

"It's like a prison, albeit a little different from a normal prison." Tridy agreed, "I don't think the one up up there is either an observation room or an observation room. ”

We went up to check and saw that the space behind the wall was spacious, the surface was badly damaged, the fallen earth and rocks were covered in the floor, and there were many bullet casings and bullet holes. In addition, several hoses with a diameter of 10 centimeters protruded from the corners of the wall.

"The prisoner walked in, identified and searched his body, took off his clothes and was rinsed by a high-pressure tap." Tomie's tone was as if he had seen that scene with his own eyes.

I looked to the left and right, and the corridor looked like an entrance to hell, and after ten meters it gradually dimmed, and it seemed that something scary could jump out at any moment.

"Do you want to divide the troops?" Tomie asked.

"No, don't!" The burgundy-haired Ellie cried out first, "I, I mean, I don't know what's in the road yet, it's too dangerous to separate." ”

She may have resisted only out of fear, but I agree with her. Tomie, who made the suggestion, was as confident as ever, as if he had forgotten that he had just been seriously injured by the demon last night, but with that lesson, I don't think my own combat strength could support the division of troops.

We decided to use a coin toss to choose the way forward. As a result, I tossed three times in a row before I decided to go to the right.

The corridor on the right leads us to what looks like a prison. The compartments with iron gates are neatly arranged like Rubik's cubes. There are also traces of fighting, and the further you go, the temperature drops dramatically. When they reached the doorway at the end, a thick mist erupted from everyone's mouths.

Ellie, who was thinly dressed, trembled violently and put on the blazer that Tridy had pulled from Kennedy. I don't know if it was because of his anger or the low temperature, Kennedy's face turned pale, he rubbed his arms desperately, and refused to say a word to the two women again.

"It's leaking out of it." The priest said suddenly.

I know that he is referring to the source of the low temperature. Where he pointed, a cold air spilled out of the crack under the door, as if there was an ice vault behind the door.

Tomie and Triti were in ambush on both sides of the door, and I kicked the door open with all my might, and the heavy cold immediately slapped our bodies as if we had arrived at the polar region in an instant. At the moment when my body stiffened, a roll of white shadows shot out of it, and I dodged away in time because I had a protective suit to resist the cold, but Kennedy, who was cursing in a low voice, was swept in.

Before the screams could reach their peak, they began to fade away.

In the field of vision, illuminated by the glimmer of the flashlight, the billowing cold fog was too thick to see what was going on inside. But Kennedy was clearly unlucky.

Tomie stepped forward to block the doorway, and I clearly saw behind her that somewhere in the cold mist instantly became solid, and suddenly I realized that the strange attack was coming again.

Before I reached for her, Tomie lifted the flamethrower in his hand.

The three-meter-long fire dragon suddenly tore through the icy darkness.

When all the vision was occupied by the scorching firelight, the muffled sound of explosions accompanied by powerful waves of air blew us away and fell to the ground.

The wall where the doorway was located collapsed in its entirety, and the roar was incessant.

"Tomie!" I shouted.

"It's okay! I'm fine! ”

I followed the sound and saw Tomie getting up from the ground with a disgraced face and a few mouthfuls of spit.