Poke out half of your head to look outside, it's quiet and empty.

It was all black iron all around, and it smelled damp and oily, which made the nose a little itchy and uncomfortable.

Judging from the scattered tools, the people who were patrolling and managing here must have heard the alarm, so they gave up their work and fled outside the building.

And the fact that it can be so easy to intrude in is almost all due to Mimiyin's 'escape diary', and ordinary people generally don't know that the ventilation ducts of banks use common wiring, not underground passages filled with monitors.

It's quiet at the moment, after all, it's a basement level, and it's a place where ventilation is managed, and even if there are people, most of them will work on the upper floor.

Throwing the tool kit and the backpack with the weapon on it, Natsume propped his hands on the ground and pulled himself up.

A series of actions make Natsume's breathing a lot more rapid than before, and people can use 20 to 30 percent of their physical body, and if it's a zombie, they can play 100 percent. What was learned there, but in this case it was useless knowledge.

But many times people will unconsciously remember something, for example, Natsume still clearly remembers how many times he used the clamp when destroying the fence.

Suddenly, while walking forward, he accidentally slipped the nut that he had just twisted off from his hand, and it made a clanging sound in the quiet space, and Zuihou slowly rolled forward, moving away.

Syllable.

I touched something and made a somewhat crisp sound.

Drip drip drip.

It's kind of like a prelude to a children's song, Natsume smiled. Zuihou jumped to the side exaggeratedly.

Bang! Bang!

The induction bomb that the nut touches directly knocks down the pillars of this space. The stopped machine sparked from the remaining residual internal current. The smell of the oil became strong, and they tried to break through the confines of the nose and enter Natsume's mouth.

The ears were all soaked in water, and along with the clanging sound of the water walls colliding, there were huge stones falling from the top of the head.

The body made its own movements, although it was a little slow, but it was easy to dodge after predicting its falling trajectory in advance.

Standing in the corner, Natsume wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Was that how it was in the beginning?"

The verb is preceded by 'earth' and the noun is preceded by 'of', and Natsume relies on this to relieve the pressure in his heart. Glance at the underground floors that have become ruins.

Smoke filled the air, dust danced, and he covered his mouth with the sleeve of his clothes as a towel, and Natsume ran to the backpack that was crushed by the rocks in front of him.

Fortunately, Natsume breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the condition of her backpack.

There's a gift from Mimion Yuryu inside.,Grenade.,I heard her say what kind of M39-type egg grenade or something this is.,It sounds like a technical term.,So Natsume chose to ignore it.,As long as it's not as soon as you pull the pull tab and detonate it immediately.。

But a grenade that detonates as soon as the tab is pulled is not a grenade. It's a suicide weapon.

Carrying his backpack behind his back, Natsume pulled out a pistol provided by Kasugano Tsubaki from inside. In order to save physical strength, I only brought a few boxes of bullets, so there should be no problem if you use them sparingly.

By this point, Natsume had almost understood the reason for the traps around him, and he could do it by following Amano's diary, and the perfect combination formed by the two of them was very beneficial to them in the foreknowledge of what was going to happen around them.

Walking upstairs step by step, apart from the occasional sound of stone collapses and water droplets, only Natsume's footsteps echoed in this space.

Adjusting his breathing as much as he could, Natsume adjusted to the darkness around him and moved on.

Although he wanted to turn on the flashlight to act as a lighting tool, it would be an obvious target because it was too ostentatious, so Natsume only relied on his eyes that were adapted to the darkness to observe the objects around him.

I could hear my own breathing, feel the coldness of the firearm in my hand, and the hallway where the air conditioning had failed was also a little cold, and the emergency lights flickered.

How did you find out that it had become a horror movie?

Walking up from the first floor, at the first door, Natsume saw traces of the existence of the body of the marked person.

Judging by the bloodstains, it should have come here after the gate was shot through the abdomen, and there were still some red dry marks left on the doorknob in front of him, which was a five-finger print.

Because there was a map of Haode prepared in advance, Natsume knew that after walking up from the basement floor, there was a corridor that led to the main entrance, with the road to the gate in front and the road to the upper floor in the back.

Let's go to the back.

Natsume thinks that my wife Yuno and they should be in the lobby on the second floor to withdraw money and handle business, and this is just the place where you are in charge of waiting and handling small business.

You have to act quickly, the explosion just now must have made Miya Yuryu and Kasuga Tsubaki uneasy, Natsume didn't want them to come in, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Quick victory, this is the foundation of Natsume's battle Jihua.

The corridor wasn't long, and the uncomfortable overhead lights were broken, perhaps due to the poor wiring caused by the explosion and a problem with the contact system.

Natsume held a pistol in his right hand and looked at the map in his left hand in a dim light.

Behind him was the road leading to the outside, and a little sunlight shone in through the dilapidated doorway.

There is no turning back, now, now, now, now, now, there must be a fight.

Natsume saw a steel cart in front of him on the left that was used to transport banknotes, and of course, the cart that had been turned over to the ground did not hold up any money.

The sound of footsteps came, not from above.

The safety bolt was unfastened, and Natsume heard the sound clearly.

Run quickly, don't drag mud and water, and when you fall forward, you use your gloved hands to stand up the cart as a shield.

"Uh-huh, ahh!!!!h

Pull the trigger, tongues of fire fly, flaunting its presence and spitting out dead ammunition.

Dangdang!

The sparks jumped as usual, and the bullet hit the steel and bounced off after causing a dent, and the stray bullet bounced freely in the confined space.

"Come on! Bastard! Come on! I, I'm not going to wait for you to kill me! ”

Yukiki Amano raised the submachine gun with his trembling left hand, and the index finger of his right hand bit the trigger tightly, and the tongue of fire that came out kept swallowing, and Yukiki Amano, who was leaning against the wall, used this to counteract the recoil and tilted all the bullets in the direction of Natsume.

His arm was numb from the shock, and Natsume hid behind the steel cart in silence, looking for an opportunity.

Passing the mirror out slightly, I saw Yukiki Amano standing at the entrance of the passage leading to the second floor with a firearm through the reflected image.

He was wearing a jacket with a body armor underneath, and a backpack that he was carrying crossbody possibly contained ammunition.

The situation is unfavorable.

Natsume was completely suppressed by firepower.

"Huh?!"

The skin under his left eye was scratched by the splinters splattered by the glass shattered by the bullet, and Natsume quickly withdrew his hands and clenched the pistol.

A few shots were fired symbolically, but it was impossible to see the situation outside and it was impossible to confirm whether Yukiki Amano was moving.

As if the strafing of the rain continued, Natsume waited, waiting for the moment when the shooting was over. (To be continued......)