When Miss Frankenstein didn't give the mission order, the underground base of the Strange Tales Research Society was still as quiet as ever.

Federick, a murderer with a chainsaw in his hand on the battlefield. Carremont, transformed into a cleaner with a vacuum cleaner and a mop in his hand, wiping dust off the floor. Bloody Mary floats above the huge arsenal, waiting to respond to the "summoning ritual" of thrill-seeking kids in front of the mirror.

Because the gate of Huangquan in the city was completely closed, Li Wenchong, a Taoist priest who finally put his mind at ease, sat in the corner of the base and read carefully with a yellowed old book, and the blue cover had a white-character title - "General Theory of Maoshan Taoism".

When the cyborg man who was mopping the floor passed by the leader of the Strange Tale Research Society, he saw the "thin" girl in white standing in front of the workbench, motionless as if the power had been cut off, so he asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Hearing the voice of her subordinates, the mechanical girl slowly opened her eyes and said listlessly: "Inquire about information." ”

Since she had no information about the monsters in the catacombs of Paris in her database, she had already connected to the database of the Monster Administration and was retrieving a large amount of information in it.

The Firewall of the Monster Authority, designed by the legendary "King of Hackers" Kevin. Mitnik built it himself, and it is completely unconnected to the Internet, and only transmits data on an internal closed network. But even so, it is still vulnerable in the face of Frankenstein's invasion!

Using the key he got from the "traitor" Darov of the Monster Administration, after entering the hidden data interface, it took Frankenstein less than ten seconds to hack into the Authority's system unknowingly. Start retrieving the data about the Catacombs of Paris.

Then, she quickly found the relevant information:

"Survey of the Catacombs of Paris", 6 October 1993.

Easily cracked the triple encryption on top-secret documents. The girl in white opened her eyes, her dark pupils lit up with a faint blue light, and downloaded all the data in the document into the "hard disk" located on her chest, and read the contents:

In November 1992, we received news from heretical biological informants. In the catacombs of Paris, France, there may be unknown heretic creatures hidden.

In January 1993, we sent three great exorcists to Paris to enter the catacombs and begin their investigation. No anomalies were found in the open tour area, but one of the Great Exorcists withdrew from the operation due to physical discomfort. We think two great exorcists are up to the task.

In February 1993, two exorcists began to explore the unopened interior of the catacombs and found no signs of heretics. However, some of the bones inside the tomb were scattered on the ground, and they were put together in a shape that resembled a circular circle. The exact cause is unknown.

On March 1, 1993, we lost contact with the two exorcists in the tomb. At that time, they had entered the catacombs at a point of about ten kilometers, and the video signal was cut off first, and here is the last recording they left:

“……”

Frankenstein opened the audio file in the document, only to hear a rustle of interference, followed by a man's panicked scream, normally, a strong person of the level of the Great Exorcist would not make such a sound:

“…… Is that...... That can't ......."

Only say this more complete line. The sound that followed became a nauseous swallow and a frantic scream. Realizing that the voice below was meaningless, the girl in white turned off the audio file with a blank face. Continue reading the documentation below:

"The two exorcists have disappeared from their vital signs, and we intend to continue to send elites to investigate the underground, but we have been rejected by the upper executive committee, who have not considered the catacombs to be worth exploring, and for some reason, they stubbornly believe that the possible heretical creatures in the catacombs are no threat to humanity. This concludes the survey of the catacombs of Paris. End of recording. ”

After quickly reading the contents of the document, Frankenstein didn't say anything, just shook his little head slightly, moved his fists and feet, and then opened the Executioner's Eye. A copy of the document and audio file was made and sent to someone who was still trapped in the catacombs.

However, at this time, Zhang Luo didn't have time to read any exploration records at all, because:

"It's handsome, but I'm not going to die." He frowned, staring at the chariot that suddenly appeared at the back of the hallway.

It was a "human chariot" with a tank chassis and a muscular upper body, and the scarlet shell of the chassis was sprayed with white umbrella graffiti and the words "from the new Ambrera". The upper body is a magic modification of Ambrera's biochemical weapon "Tyrant" T-103. The skin on his body, which should have been gray, turned into a bright red like a lobster, and the two small eyes on the shiny bald head stared at Zhang Luo without blinking, with the same serious expression on his face as that of an ordinary tyrant.

"Oh no......," Wilf whispered.

"You're not afraid of him, are you?" Zhang Luo turned his head and glanced at the demon beside him, completely unable to understand how a colonel from the executioner's camp could be afraid of the rags developed by the new Ambrera Company.

――Even the strongest weapon of the new Ambrera company: the TANK, which was injected with demon blood and the C virus, was also killed in an instant in front of Pandora, and this tank seemed to be no different from an ordinary tank except for the body of a biological weapon that turned the place where it should be a turret into a biological weapon, and it didn't look terrible.

"No, this is not your average 'chariot', I fought with him." Velve took a step back with trepidation.

Before the words could be spoken, the humanoid killing machine had already let out a wild roar, and its wildly spinning tracks crushed the stone slabs below, and rushed towards the two of them.

Seeing the chariot rushing over, Zhang Luo took out a slender green shell bazooka from the storage space without saying a word, aimed at the body of the chariot, and shouted in a matter-of-fact manner: "R-P-G!" ”，

With a shrill whistling, rockets with silver fragments rose from the tubes, dragging a puff of white smoke towards the speeding chariot.

But the next scene that happened made Zhang Luo a little surprised:

-- The chariot didn't dodge, directly stretched out its thick right hand, grabbed the flying rocket, and then shook his arm vigorously and threw the thing back at Zhang Luo!

"You're good at playing......"

Facing the rockets that were flying by himself, Zhang Luo took out Pandora, turned into silver metal boots on his feet, focused his attention to the limit, stared at the rockets flying over, suddenly jumped, his body turned in a circle in the air, and kicked the rocket with his right foot:

"Lao Tzu was also a member of the school football team back then...... Didn't score a goal though! He yelled.

The moment the right foot touched the rocket, even with Pandora's protection, there was still a super thrust that spread from the sole of the foot to the whole body, causing the leg bones to let out a dangerous crackling sound. And then—

"Bang!"

The rocket that had gone through the "second pass" was violently kicked back and exploded in the mouth of the "chariot", splattering blood and staining the surrounding walls red, and the terrifying killing machine finally stopped.

"You're not good at it, man."

Looking at the chariot with his brain destroyed, Zhang Luo smiled smugly. (To be continued.) )