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This in itself is a strategy used by the enemy to show weakness and lure the enemy into going deeper.

The pulse could not paralyze the enemy's real center at all, and it was precisely because of the complex structure of the base, and the strange passage and gate that were required to enter and exit Guò, that the number of soldiers stationed in the outer structure would not be too large, thus giving people the illusion that the guard was lax and the troops were insufficient.

But in fact, even the superficial trap has greatly weakened the power of the Security Service.

The SSB's plan for the attack was too hasty to effectively assemble forces. I don't know how much combat power the Security Bureau can deploy under normal circumstances, and if you take the strength of the members of this implementation plan as a reference, at least ten demonic messengers with the same combat power as the file will be needed. The Ordinary Chosen One can deal with the ordinary members of the Fanhou Army, but when they encounter the elite troops with the right talents, they will inevitably not be able to get benefits.

I don't have enough tactical skills, but I can't afford to ignore the current situation. Not to mention if you can find a way out of here, there doesn't seem to be a way back here, and there's no time to search for it. Even though it's just me and Mae, we must go deep into the core of the base to stop the construction of the advent circuit.

How can I stop it? Actually, I don't have any idea, but from what I know, I can tell that the construction of the advent circuit requires sacrifices, and the person who presides over the ritual is a former disciple, the cadre of the doomsday truth. In other words, killing Luan Zhong can at least delay time.

I'm mentally prepared for the next battle, and there are more than five Demon Emringers on the other side, but even so, I can't shake my determination.

I got up and turned around, and Mae had been sitting in the doorway since he came in, hugging his knees, looking dazed, muttering to himself that he didn't know what he was talking about. I gathered up and walked over to her, there was no need to search for other rooms.

"Ajiang, it's time to go."

Mae didn't say anything, but staggered to his feet, following me like a puppet, like two people compared to when he was awake. We came to the doorway at the turnabout, which was dark brown with a prominent red hazard sign on it. At first I thought it was two doors side by side, but when I got the map, I realized that there was only one entrance, behind the wall between the two doors.

These two doors are not real doors, but mechanisms to open real entrances, and special ID cards need to be used at each of the two doors, and they have been tested by iris and DN, otherwise the trap will be triggered, which can be described as a deep guard.

Instead of recklessly breaking in, he chose to search other rooms, which seemed to be a wise move at this time. Out of careful consideration, I didn't use the ID card I had found from the soldier earlier, but instead returned to the hall with Mae and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The soldiers all retreated to the second layer and did not reappear, because they were convinced that we could not go any further, and thought that there was something to fight us in the second layer of defense. They are not reckless, so judging by their actions, they have at least three kinds of tasks.

First, annihilate the invaders as much as possible.

Second, if the first mission fails, try to prevent the intruder from going deeper into the base as much as possible.

Third, if all of the above tasks fail, delay as much time as possible.

Realizing that they could not resist Mae head-on, it was natural that they would choose to strengthen the defensive line and retreat to key areas. This also proves from the side that we need what we need where they retreat.

When you enter the corridor on the second floor, there are doorways on the left and right sides, and the building is a symmetrical structure, so it doesn't matter which doorway you go from. I tried to open the door on the right with my ID card, and as I thought, it was completely sealed from the inside.

There was a surveillance device in the upper corner, and I looked at the slightly retractable lens, imagined a pair of eyes on the other side, and shot them.

Mae and I stepped back to the door on the other side and attacked the façade with strong fire. However, the doors were not as fragile as they appeared, and three violent explosions in a row only caused the surface of the doors to dent inward. There weren't many rockets and grenades left, but the high-velocity bullets with the rupturing warhead that had just arrived could come in handy.

The honeycomb-shaped muzzle is fine-tuned to keep the trajectory as close as possible. I pulled the trigger, and a dull, muffled sound sounded in my ears, as if the air in the jar had exploded. The wrist felt a stronger recoil than an ordinary bullet, especially with such a violent burst, and the hand bone would inevitably be fractured if it were an ordinary person.

The judgment chain can adjust the body on its own, so I can correct the deviation caused by the recoil as much as possible, but even so, the sole of the shoe still cannot be fixed in place, and the body keeps sliding backwards.

Once again, the deformed gate was subjected to a tremendous impact that had no room for breathing, and fist-sized dimples appeared, which accumulated and distorted their shapes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then flew inward with a loud roar.

At the same time as the field of vision in front of him suddenly expanded, four projectiles whizzed from behind the door with their tail eyes in tow. I pulled the trigger again, and then went into a quick sweep mode. At this time, the first wave of high-velocity bullets was hitting the four rockets squarely, and before the flames of the explosion swept through the doorway, Mae and I slipped into the back of the door against the floor.

The guys behind the door were old rivals, and the elite soldiers in full armor had already opened fire at the first flash of fire. In a low-speed world, bullets are coming in to cover every empty space in front of the door. However, their reaction was still a step slower, and the split second between the explosion of the rocket and the launch of the bullet was enough for me and Mae to get out of the covered strike area.

The moment they left the high-speed world, the soldiers' attention was still not taken away from the door. I opened fire, and the power of this bursting warhead high-velocity bullet could not be stopped even by the body armor on the soldiers. In the blink of an eye, torn and blood splattered like a fountain.

The surviving soldiers began to evade, and before they could fight back, I again swept around to other positions. At this moment, more than a dozen orbs were suddenly thrown from the surrounding walls. I've seen them burst in a high-speed world, scattering dense steel balls in a shocking sheer number, and my gut tells me that this will be an all-encompassing barrage attack, and there won't be enough gaps for me to pass through.

It seems that the only way to avoid being hit is to exit the room, but I am facing away from the door at this time, and the reconstruction of the high-speed passage must be carried out without the speed sweep state, and the moment I leave the high-speed world, I will be beaten into a hornet's nest.

My left eye suddenly moved automatically, turning to the soldier closest to me.

-- Chain determination.

-- Aim at this soldier and measure the trajectory of the barrage attack at this location.

--Correction of deviations with the maximum strength that it can bear.

-- Number of ballistics: Fifteen

-- Accuracy: 60 percent

Swift sweep aborted.

Me and Mae appeared behind the soldier, and Mae grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him up, and Mae and I were back to back, holding the suitcase in front of us.

There was a neat crash, and the whole ground shook. A tremendous force hit the suitcase, and Mae and I bumped into each other's backs, and a dead silence ensued.

When I carefully lowered my suitcase, I saw that the walls and floor around me had become pitted and almost enlarged. Indiscriminate covering attacks, not even a single surviving soldier survived, only a stump and a severed arm remained. The side of the suitcase that had been subjected to the barrage was also visibly dented, and I turned around in horror to check Mae's status.

The soldier who was used as a shield by Mae was no longer human, his head was missing, only the small half of his jaw remained, his limbs were broken, and half of his arm was swayed on his body by a layer of skin.

She threw away the sack-like corpse, and she was not injured at all.

At this moment, the sound of the mechanism running was heard from the four walls again. When I grabbed Mae, the ball covering the barrage was once again thrown into the air.

Swift sweep.

Mae and I exited the door, and the ground shook again, and after the barrage baptism again, the space inside seemed more spacious. There was nothing in this room, the floor and walls were originally smooth, and I don't know what it was used for, and the door on the same diagonal as the entrance should be the exit of the room.

The timing of the all-round barrage is too accurate, and there must be a surveillance device here. Realizing that his soldiers were inferior, the man behind him immediately did not hesitate to launch a barrage attack, not hesitating to treat the surviving soldiers as outcasts, perhaps he judged that even if he did not give up his subordinates, they would be completely cleaned up by me before retreating. I even guessed that the other party would be able to capture the speed sweep state on a certain range.

It shouldn't be difficult to connect a high-speed camera to a supercomputer for instant processing.

The high-tech content of this room is quite amazing. I didn't dare to rush forward, and the exit gate was theoretically locked, and could only be broken by violence, but the barrage mechanism wouldn't leave me that much time.

Mae didn't return to normal, and although she was able to defend quickly and accurately at the time, I guess that was just her instinct for self-defense. She sat down against the wall of the hallway, hugging her knees and muttering to herself.

I turned my gaze back to the room, hoping to find the hidden surveillance device. However, there was no movement in the room, and judging from the deformation of the four walls, almost every corner was subjected to a powerful attack, as if a surveillance device was embedded in it, and it was difficult to guarantee that it would not be damaged.

This negates the speculation that the surveillance device is on the wall.

This surveillance device must be set up in a position that can be incorporated into the panoramic view of the room and cannot be attacked by a barrage of bullets.

As a matter of common sense, surveillance devices are placed at all four corners of the roof to ensure that there are no dead spots. But if the corners are not immune to attack, then the second place in this room is convenient to monitor the panorama......

My gaze fell on the very center of the roof, where the area was flat for one square meter, and there were two head-sized glass covers. Maybe it's not a light, it's a surveillance device.

To confirm my suspicions, I shot at the two glass covers. However, the powerful high-velocity bullet only flew a spark and was shot off by the light black translucent cover, which was not made of glass at all, at least not ordinary bulletproof glass.

The tentative shooting stopped, and the sound of the mechanism was heard in the room again. A series of metal grinding and crashing sounds seemed to converge from a distance into the middle of the roof. I warily raised my suitcase in front of me, only to show my eyes to see what was going to happen next.

I didn't have to wait long, and the flat place in the middle of the roof suddenly shook, and suddenly broke away from the roof and smashed to the ground. It turned out to be just a baffle, and behind it was a mechanical part with many catheters. The two translucent hoods are embedded in the parts, and the black and white flashes alternately on the hood, opening and closing like eyelids.

The next moment, the mechanical parts also broke away from the roof, but did not fall to the ground, and behind it was a body made of more conduits and armor. The mechanical parts quickly deformed before my eyes, taking on the shape of a human head, and the two translucent covers were his eyes, except that the neck below the head extended behind the roof.

This strange machine drooping from the roof of the house finally turned into a monster with a human head and a snake body.

It soothed its neck and writhed in mid-air, the sound of machinery within. But it doesn't look elegant at all, but gives people a very strong sense of rejection, as if some kind of beauty of being a human being has been completely distorted.

It doesn't seem to be controlled by a human, giving the impression of a living thing, perhaps an anthropomorphic machine instilled with intelligent programs.

I was silent on my face, but I was actually shocked in my heart. I have the impression that only science fiction can appear so lifelike with advanced intelligent programs.

I remember the record in my notebook about Doomsday Vision, there is a similar guard in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau and it has some imagination, it seems to be called a dead body, right? So, this big guy is one of the mysterious technologies of the Ruling Bureau?

The cubic meter head shook its head as if it had woken up from a dream, looked left and right, and then turned to the door and met my eyes. I suddenly had a guess that maybe it wasn't someone else who was in control of this room, it was this highly intelligent anthropomorphic machine. Maybe this huge room is its real body, and we woke it up by messing around in his stomach.

The head stared at me, its eyelids opening and closing several times, but instead of attacking immediately, it emitted a series of sounds. There are no intonation fluctuations, and the syllables are unusually coherent, but I always feel that it is a language. I couldn't understand it, so I could only be silent.

I don't know if the weapon in my hand will be effective against it, and when it comes to dealing with the Dead, ordinary Bounded Weapons are ineffective, so until I figure out what it is, I don't dare to act rashly, I just grab the suitcase and give it a head-on attack at any time.

The intelligence detection function of the magic pattern and the communication device is activated at the same time.

Name:Prototype Dead Soldier

Species: Security guards

Condition: Mutilated

The communication device attempted to locate its fatal point, but even the seemingly fragile ducts, eyes, and joints displayed large numbers indicating that it was very hard, and then flashed a red alarm. Despite countless hard battles, I couldn't help but get nervous in the face of this invulnerable monster and the description of the dead soldiers in the Doomsday Fantasy Notes.

The general weapons of the members of the Security Service are ordinary limited weapons, and this communication device should also be based on the power of ordinary limited weapons as the initial benchmark. Obviously, the mutilated prototype corpse soldier in front of him was indeed not a behemoth that the Bounded Weapon could deal with.

The Dead Soldier kept uttering syllables, as if urging me to authenticate, and it appeared to be a kind of passive and defensive security guard.

I understand that the consequence of a failure in verification is only fighting.

-- The Rubik's Cube system is activated.

- Switch to Strike mode.

-- Temporary forced loading of rockets, and the official loading of heavy machine guns after zero residual ammunition.

-- Heavy machine gun ammunition is set as bursting high-velocity bullets.

The trunk was reversed and reorganized, and the huge, hideous body of the gun made my heart beat more and more slowly.

I don't know what kind of attack it has, but as long as you don't enter the room, you won't be hit by barrage. Although it is impossible to destroy its sturdy shell from the outside, it is not too much to use the strongest attack force against it, and it will not be in a hurry when there is a glimmer of opportunity.

After three seconds, the sound stopped, and the air was filled with oppressive breath.

It opened its mouth suddenly, as if its upper and lower jawbones were disjointed, and it looked extremely hideous, and a barrel of a gun protruded from its huge mouth. I pulled the trigger in an instant, and three rockets burst out, followed by a light arm, and the temporarily forced-loaded bazooka parts fell off the gun.

Swift Sweep!

The explosion was close at hand. Before it affected me, I had already built a high-speed passage, pulled up Zhenjiang and jumped over the railing to jump downstairs. Fireworks filled the door of the room and began to expand into the hallway. At this time, the bazooka parts had not yet fallen to the ground, and a condensed and dazzling white light pierced through the exploding fireworks, even in the high-speed world, the speed of that white light could be described as an electric flint. Later, I witnessed the bazooka parts being pierced by white light and rapidly melting.

Fortunately, I was well prepared, otherwise no matter how fast I was, I wouldn't have been able to travel as fast as the light traveled.

After Mae and I landed, Mae immediately separated from me. She moved very quickly, and I don't know if it was the instinct of self-defense at work, or if she had regained her senses. However, I know that this is the most appropriate response at the moment, the other party is just a crippled intelligent machine, and the separation of the two can interfere with the choice of their target.

I ran away to the left, and from that direction I could see the huge head with an angry expression. This is really incredible, as far as the humanization table Xiàn is concerned, this mutilated prototype corpse soldier is actually more advanced than the corpse soldier recorded in the Doomsday Fantasy Notes.

The serpentine body sent the head out of the room, winding in the flames of the explosion. Although its expression was a bit wolfish, the violent explosion that had occurred in its mouth had not hurt a single bit. It's just that its body is not long enough and can only wander in the corridors.

The hideous face looked to the right, but Mae was no longer there, and it immediately turned its head and looked at me, the culprit who was trying to hurt it.

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