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The body is rusty.

Far from figurative, our bodies seem to turn to metal in an instant, rapidly rusting in the soaking of blood. When the rust spread to his shoulders, his arms could not move, and he struggled with all his strength, and immediately the rust spots peeled off from his body, and a gap popped out of his body, and even then, he did not notice it at all, did not have the slightest pain.

Only Mae who inserted his hand into the gate was safe.

I wanted to say something, but my rusty throat was safe to make a sound.

Mae finally pulled out his hand, but the place where the arm was was was already empty, revealing bright red muscles and white bones, apparently eaten by the gate. Even the tough black tight-fitting suit couldn't resist the power of the gate.

Billy and I couldn't move anymore, and Mahae's body began to show rust. It's like contributing only one arm, and it can't satisfy some kind of existence that pervades this dark void. She is only one step behind us, and she will follow in our footsteps.

The hand of death gently caressed my body, and I was terrified, but in the midst of the panic, there was another one that I thought calmly, and almost for a moment, I felt that I knew how to save myself. My left eye suddenly turned to one side without a hand, and I think this look startled Billy, and he gave a look of horror before quickly solidifying the rust.

Mae came running, grabbed me by the shoulder, and kicked Billy towards the door. Billy couldn't even scream, and plunged headlong into the gate, his body quickly swallowed by the gate.

Swift sweep.

Before Billy was completely devoured, I unleashed my superpowers to build a high-speed tunnel behind him.

Before Billy's rusty body was completely engulfed, I took Mae and hit his body, and the three of them fell into the gate together.

The next moment, it was dark before my eyes.

Darkness fell only for a moment, and when I regained my vision, I found myself standing in a palatial hall. Surrounded by tall and elegant antique bottles, bright green pots, medieval soldier armor, cold weapons resting on the walls, and a red carpet stretches forward and then forks to a herringbone staircase. The roof is stained glass, and heavy and prosperous lamps hang from them, and arm-thick red candles are not only on the lamps, but also in a straight line on the wall, running through the front. The burning flames did not waver in the slightest, light and shadow danced gently, and the whole hall was bright and silent.

I almost suspected that I had come to an old castle, and the owner had not noticed the intruder, it was so peaceful, as if there was no one but myself. If I came to such an elegant place on vacation, I would have washed away the anxiety caused by the hustle and bustle of the world, but at this moment, an even greater horror enveloped me.

I turned around, and there was no doorway behind me, it was a wall engraved with a huge mural. I couldn't help but touch it, it was real, a solid wall.

And Billy before me, and Mae after me, all disappeared like smoke without a trace.

A death, a birth, a fall, an ascension - when I think of this passage, a heart-wrenching thought comes to my mind irrepressibly.

Only he passed through the gate, and both Billy and Mae were swallowed up by the strange gate as a sacrifice.

Mae sacrificed Billy to give life to me, who was following Billy, but what about Me? There were only three people in the team, but the dead and the living were in pairs.

But I feel that this qiē is all a dream, I can seem to hear her whispering in my ear, and I feel that she is here, right next to me.

"Mae!" I shouted her name.

As if in response to my call, there was a sharp pain in my left eye, as if a whip was being whipped in my skull. I lost strength in pain and fell to my knees. I pressed my left eyeball hard, and it kept pounding, like a heart that didn't belong to me. But it was this strange feeling that made me more and more convinced that Mae was not dead.

This eyeball is Mae's, and I remember that it often turned uncontrollably. In the dark, I seemed to hear Mae's voice again, I couldn't hear it clearly, I tried to listen, but there was a sound of compact footsteps ahead. I've never hated the voices of others as much as I did at this moment, and I've never wished that the world would lose its voice completely.

Gotta silence them, I thought, and let go of my eyeball-oppressive palms and got up from the ground.

My left eye slipped to the ground, and I realized that Mae didn't have nothing left. There was an eyeball there, and the long knife-shaped critical hedge weapon that Mae carried.

I felt my eyes moist and liquid running down their sockets, warm and thick, and I smelled a familiar fishy smell, so I wiped my cheeks with my hands, and the open palms were as thick as grease and blood.

I turned to look at where the footsteps had come from, and the doors at the end of the hall and on either side of the stairs were pushed open with the figure of the soldier rushing out. The only difference between them and the dogs they had encountered before them was that they were better equipped and armed to the teeth, with each person's face hidden behind a breathing mask, looking like a skull with a pig's mouth.

At this point, my brain loosened, and it seemed as if something had broken, rolled out of my eye socket, and fell to the ground.

It was the left eyeball, and it rolled behind me like a living thing.

The soldiers at the front quickly occupied the stairs and corridors. Probably because they were not attacked, they did not take the initiative to attack, but lined up in a three-layer array that they had seen before, pointing their guns at me as if they were facing a great enemy.

Although they couldn't see them clearly through the masks, the tense atmosphere suspended in the air like piano strings made them very nervous. I thought maybe it was my own appearance that scared them.

More and more thick, slippery blood poured out of the left eye socket, drenching the body and dripping to the ground, forming a large pool of bright red depressions, and it was still expanding. I never thought that human blood would be like this, and I never imagined that my own blood would be so much.

It was as if the blood didn't belong to me, and it didn't weaken me in the slightest.

"Intruder, be caught immediately, you can't leave this place." A man upstairs who looked like a chief spoke.

"Lay down your arms!"

His voice was as loud as a mosquito on a summer day, I don't know why he would say such a stupid thing, did he think that everyone could get here through that door? Didn't he know that the man who came to his door tonight was for a war that would never be repeated?

Blood on the ground rolled like lava.

Yes! Mae is here, she's always been here, and we've long been one. It's great.

"Fire!"

Swift Sweep!

As the rain of bullets rained down, I lowered my body and weaved through the seemingly slow bullets. If it was an all-round coverage shot, it might have narrowed my room to move, but their target was where I was, and the bullets concentrated in all directions left room for maneuver.

There is no threat at all, and there is no need to go all out. Bullet after bullet, like strings of beads suspended in the air, I could have shot them all down if I wanted to, but I just rushed through the gap and smashed the heavy suitcase on the soldier's head.

The soldier's head made a cracking sound, and his body floated up, spinning in the air. The queue was torn open, and I burst behind the platoon of soldiers, out of the highway. Just listen to the gunfire, like rain hitting plantains. Countless sparks jumped from the place where I had stood, and puddles of boiling blood on the ground kept splashing.

The soldier who was knocked away by the trunk smashed against the wall with a heavy crashing sound. His head was sunken, his neck was twisted, and he wouldn't survive. At this point, the soldiers who were shooting in front finally realized what had happened, but before they could turn back, I had already pressed the mechanism of the suitcase, and a total of sixteen muzzles were fired at them.

For a moment, muffled snorts rang out one after another.

The soldiers who were hit by the bullet immediately fell to the ground, their hands and feet pierced by the bullet, but their bodies were unharmed, and I immediately realized that they were wearing body armor.

It's rightly true, and it's me who underestimated them.

Except for a few guys who were hit in the head, there weren't many casualties. The rest of the men rolled to the side in good training, and the firing array suddenly disintegrated.

I didn't stop any longer, and launched a quick sweep again, and the soldiers upstairs had already reacted, and a row of bullets passed by, and the ground suddenly became a hornet's nest.

These bullets are also by no means ordinary types, leaving holes half the size of a fist with each shot.

From the staircase to the upper floor, there are dense soldiers, and if one is consumed, more will be filled.

I moved downstairs at a small speed, and their reactions couldn't keep up with my movements. When I stopped next to the soldiers, they would also shoot without hesitation. Although I tried to inflict accidental wounds in this way, the soldiers' attacks were accurate and did not hurt their own people at all, and they quickly grasped and got used to my pattern of action with a rather terrifying expression.

Some tried to pounce on my body and imprison my movements, while more soldiers spontaneously regrouped and trapped me like a cage.

I occasionally fired rockets and grenades at them, but they were blown up in mid-air. And they can't keep up with my movements, but they have enough ability to anticipate and dodge the shrapnel. My bullet can't penetrate their body armor, so it can't hit their head, they won't die, and if their limbs are wounded, they will be able to recover with their superhuman physique.

These people are undoubtedly experienced elite soldiers, who are familiar with the positional combat of hot weapons, each of them has the ability of a sharpshooter, and the strength of the group is far stronger than the Fandog troops encountered before.

The reason why they were able to kill and injure the Fanu forces quickly was indeed advantageous, they could not spread out in the narrow passages of the Security Service base, and in the halls of this underground base, their numbers were not enough to build a complete defense network. However, the open field here, and the soldiers upstairs are guarding the main road, fully equipped, and have sufficient backup, which is very unfavorable to me.

I knew I was good at shooting bullets and moving at high speeds, but at this moment, both were limited by the other's extreme range.

I don't know how many enemy reinforcements there are, but judging from the number, equipment, and suzhì of these people, it is not difficult to guess that this is indeed an important stronghold of this base.

I swept through a hail of bullets, not in danger of my life, but I didn't have time to talk to them.

Ninety minutes of action time are being consumed bit by bit.

The battle must be ended as much as possible.

You can't stop a quick sweep, so how about using chain decisions at the same time as a quick sweep? I thought so. As long as you can actually hit them in the head, you can kill them, just like you did in the Security Service base.

There was no time to hesitate, I concentrated on feeling the distorted world around the high-speed passage, but the effect was not good, and my body did not have the usual feeling of divine help. I pulled the trigger with my strength and discomfort, and the bullet left the barrel of the gun, and immediately detached itself from the high-speed world, creating a distortion of great magnitude.

The first time I failed, the second time, I tried to correct the distorted sense of time and space and the distractions caused by the drastic shift in speed, but my brain was heating up like overclocking, and it seemed that the next moment it would be scrapped.

I felt warm fluid coming out of my nasal passages. I was horrified to realize that this body could not handle the amount of money produced in this state. The chain judgment is talent, which is the limit of the current physical ability, and once it exceeds this limit, it will fail or even cause the collapse of the body.

I let go of the trigger, I couldn't make a chain decision, I was no longer a sharpshooter, I couldn't control the powerful power of the zhìy3000, and if I continued like this, it would just be a waste of ammunition.

So there is only one option.

It was just a slight distraction, and the situation of the battle had quietly changed. I don't know what kind of magic these experienced veterans have used, but I found that even though I was cruising and knocking down many soldiers and consciously breaking through, the soldiers around me formed a more complete encirclement at some point.

This change did not happen overnight, the voice of the soldier commander was very loud, I could hear it clearly, but it was like playing chess, when I thought I had broken the game and removed the pieces, I found that those dead pieces were just a part of the layout. It was he who swallowed these dead chess pieces that he gradually fell into the encirclement.

啐, is it true that even if he is an honor student, is he just a student's Cheng dù?

Even so, I couldn't sit still, I pulled out my dagger and launched a quick sweep with all my might.

The dense gunfire suddenly became dull and sluggish, as if it had been shot into water, causing ripples.

If the previous bullets were only fired from a certain direction, then the bullets at this time are fired from all directions at the same time, and there are almost no dead ends. If the speed is slower, the covering attack will completely block the path of movement. But my speed was so fast that I couldn't keep up with the bullets, and before I was killed by the bullets, I slipped out of a soldier's crotch against the floor and swung my dagger with my backhand.

As the high velocity cleared, the soldier appeared intact and complied with the command to turn and attack me. When I went into the speed sweep again, his lower body was still facing away from me, and his upper body was half a circle, sliding diagonally to the ground.

The bullets chased my footsteps, and I chased the shadows of the soldiers. Their reaction was so sluggish that my dagger sliced through their necks, slice their loinbacks and abdomen, and severed their limbs, and the pain seemed to be transmitted as fast as they could pull the trigger. When they fell and died, the bullet staggered from front to top, losing control of their guns and even hurting their unresponsive colleagues.

The effect of the swift sweep and dagger was far greater than I expected, and the soldiers began to disagree.

Every second, at least three soldiers were dismembered, blood bursting through the air, and the entrails tumbling to the ground like building blocks. They couldn't defend against it, and I was so fast that I didn't raid in the same lane, trying to avoid being caught by them.

I began to get my hands on it, and the soldiers downstairs were slaughtered by me in a few breaths, and the blood sprayed in the air bloomed like a fireflower.

I began to attack the staircase, which was so narrow that I had to retreat after each attack, and then the gunfire would be engulfed by the soldiers I were attacking. They also began to realize that they could not be saved after being bullied by me, so instead of attacking me directly, they slyly entered the stairs and shot the position in front of the first row of soldiers.

I've tried running up with the handrails or jumping straight upstairs, but they've apparently noticed that too, and the intermittent coverage shots have left me with no foothold.

I had to retreat to the wall where I had just entered, and the gunfire suddenly stopped. I looked at them, and there was a stalemate between the two sides, but the atmosphere was not quiet, but rather an unusual sound.

I couldn't feel it when the gunfire was loud before, but when the battle stopped, I could hear the sound of "gurgling" and "banging".

I felt the stickiness on the soles of my feet, and when I looked out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the thick blood that had flowed out before had expanded to a radius of five meters, and was gradually spreading to the instep of my feet. The reason for this is that the blood flowing from the corpses on the ground seems to be under the influence of some kind of force, and it is converging in this direction like a hundred streams returning to the river.

The sound of the trickling water is the sound of countless blood pooling. The thick, scarlet puddle of blood boiled more and more, giving the impression that something was pregnant. The knife-like critical hedge weapon had been swallowed in blood, and the two left eyeballs on the ground floated in them, and suddenly came to life, turning to me, and then to the soldier on the stairs.

An eerie dead silence hung over the hall.

The next moment, the blood surged, and an uproar engulfed me. I couldn't help but hold my breath, and when my skin touched the warm blood, I felt a familiar will that made me give up struggling. In the bright red vision, the high waves instantly engulfed all the corpses on the ground in front of them, and their limbs floated in the blood flow, rushing up the stairs together.

"Fire! Fire! Panicked screams were heard among the soldiers.

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