Chop the grass to eradicate the roots, since someone wants to kill someone, of course they have to retaliate back, otherwise how can they mix?

Seventeen had already touched the place where the gang was. As soon as his heel was forced, the whole person bounced, and he jumped up the three-meter-high wall. Now the strengthening of the leopard species, Seventeen has been handy.

The fence was originally pulled by the power grid, but now the current has been cut off, and Seventeen forcibly dragged a passage that could accommodate one person with his hands, not afraid of 10,000 in case. Seventeen flashed into the hall, which seemed empty, the power had been cut out, and the security guards had gone to guard the important place, but the hall was empty.

Seventeen trotted to the safety staircase, which also had a combination lock installed.

Seventeen gently typed in the code, and in order not to make a sound, he left his shoes in the car. The soles of the feet are soft and elastic, and they do not make any movement in the silence of the night.

After entering the password, the security staircase door in front of Seventeen slowly opened, and there was no sound when the door opened.

After easily passing the pupil scanning and fingerprint recognition, Seventeen cautiously walked forward.

It's a long road that slopes downward. Seventeen walked more than 500 meters, and according to his estimates, this laboratory should be about 30 meters underground.

After walking the road, Seventeen's face suddenly opened up.

It's like an underground castle, with large spaces, neat rooms, a battery car for the staff to move around, and a small street that can accommodate five people walking side by side.

Seventeen saw the first room on the left hand side that read "Chemical Chamber". My heart moved, I pushed open the door and walked in, and sure enough, there was a set of white chemical protective suits hanging inside.

Seventeen casually chose a chemical protection suit similar to his body size and put it on, and put on a chemical protection mask.

By this time, the power supply to the underground laboratory had been restored, and Seventeen walked slowly towards the center of the laboratory.

A large and bright hall appeared in front of him, and there were about thirty staff members busy there, each wearing the same hazmat suit as him.

Suddenly, a man pointed to Seventeen and said, "Applejack, aren't you already home?" How did you come back again? ”

Seventeen looked down and saw that there was indeed a sign on his chest with a number and name written on it, "Researcher 0032 Zheng Jie".

Seventeen replied vaguely, "Come back and continue to do something......"

The man sighed, and then said, "Go to the observation room and bring an experimental object, this time I will use the experimental object No. 29." He's in good physical fitness! ”

Seventeen looked around and walked in the direction of the observation room.

Seventeen walked to the right side of the hall, where there was a narrow corridor, and his vision could clearly see that at the end of the corridor, there was a door with the words "Observation Room" written on it.

Seventeen walked over briskly and pushed open the door to the observation room.

There were about thirty people, both men and women, all young people. Some of them looked abrupt, some were eager to try, and some didn't know what to pray.

These people were held alone in small rooms, sealed on three sides and only by an iron fence facing outward. Their living conditions are very poor, and there is only one bed in the room except for a toilet. This means that if the female prisoner wants to be convenient, the male prisoner opposite can see it clearly.

Seventeen followed the number to find the number twenty-nine.

It was a sturdy young man, in his early twenties, with a shaved head and a large tattoo on his back. He saw Seventeen walk to the door of his little cell and stand up nervously.

The door was also opened with a fingerprint lock, and when Seventeen reached out and pressed it, the door of Twenty-Nine opened.

The young man walked out with his head down: "Is it true that after I help you with the experiment, you will really let me go?" ”

"En......" Seventeen didn't know the inside story and didn't say much.

The young man was anxious: "When you brought us here, each of us signed a contract, saying that we could get parole by assisting you in some medical experiments. Hey, do you want to talk without words? ”

Seventeen suddenly understood, and he whispered, "Oh, no. Come out with me! ”

Seventeen had already calculated, the thirty or so here were all researchers, and they didn't have much strength, and he was sure enough to subdue them all without harming a single human life.

The young man seemed to see hope, and walked out after Seventeen.

Suddenly, the alarm bell sounded.

The staff in the hall were not flustered at all, as if they knew that "an unknown person had entered" and had nothing to do with them, and continued to do what they were doing.

The researcher who had spoken to Seventeen asked again, "Applejack, did Twenty-Nine bring it out?" ”

Seventeen was about to answer, when he suddenly saw a man running out of the corridor in the center of the hall.

It was a tall, thin man, about thirty years old. His eyes are blazing, and the contours of his face are like knife cuts, giving people an indescribable sense of perseverance. The man was tall, almost 1.88 meters, wearing a very common tracksuit, but holding a pistol in his hand.

"Don't move!"

The man said loudly.

One of the researchers tried to sneak into the alarm bell under the table. The man glanced coldly, pulled the trigger, and a bullet whizzed past the researcher's ear.

"I said, don't move."

This time, no one dared to move again, and Seventeen followed everyone's example, holding his head in his hands and standing in place.

"Take off all the chemical protection masks on your face and stand against the wall." The man's words were now orders, and no one dared to disobey them.

Seventeen is also a sharpshooter.

The man pointed his gun at everyone, but he flipped through the materials in the hall, this is the collective laboratory, he selected a computer, took out a USB flash drive, and didn't know what to start copying.

One by one, the chemical protection masks were taken off, and Seventeen hesitated for a moment and did not take off the mask.

He didn't want to expose his true face to these people.

The man stared at Seventeen.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Seventeen grabbed a glass and smashed it at the man, bang, a gunshot rang out, and the glass was instantly shattered.

The people in the laboratory panicked, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, and the timid ones had even begun to pee their pants. These people are all biochemists, when did they experience a shootout?

Seventeen immediately moved, there was a distance of about thirty meters between him and the man, although he had to dodge the bullets, and he didn't run in a straight line, but for the moving seventeen, it was just a blink of an eye, and he rushed over.

In the blink of an eye, the man fired two shots in quick succession, the first one shattering the glass, and the second shot missed.

He was also taken aback, he was very conceited about his marksmanship and almost never missed, but this one missed.

Without allowing him to think, Seventeen had already punched him in the face.

The man stretched out his arm to block it, and his whole arm hurt as if it had been broken. How much effort does that take? He was startled, and shot him again.

Seventeen was so fast that he could barely see him, and the shot missed again. Seventeen flew up and kicked the man's gun, and the pistol flew out.

But the man was not easy to deal with, although his strength was not as great as seventeen, after suffering a loss first, he immediately learned to be wise.

The man no longer rigged and blocked, but used dipping, belting, and sealing ...... It seems that this man turned out to be a martial arts master, and this shot overcame rigidity with softness, so that Seventeen Kong had strength but couldn't use it. Every punch, every kick is like hitting in cotton, soft and weak, and it is extremely unbearable.

The two fought, and took the opportunity to run frantically to the door.

The whole hall was suddenly in chaos.