Chapter 22: It's Not Over
"yes, the cameras in the entire building have been destroyed. I understand. On the first floor of the building, a sturdy soldier wearing sunglasses and leather gloves led a platoon of heavily armed soldiers, quietly waiting outside the elevator. When he got the information from the intercom, he glanced at the ever-changing elevator numbers, and immediately turned and walked to the position of a machine gun that had been set up earlier.
This machine gun is a product of the big explosion, and it has been excavated for the past two years, and a well-maintained, high-performance machine gun can only be exchanged for two cars, but those who have used it think that it is worth the money, and with a rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute, it can be called a killing machine, as long as there is one such weapon, it is enough to deal with the small Warcraft herd siege.
At this time, the muzzle of the machine gun is aimed at the elevator entrance, and as soon as the number jumps to one, he will not hesitate to pull the trigger and destroy the elevator in front of him at the same time as the elevator shaft. As for the person in the elevator, even if he was an eighth-order demonic beast, he would turn into a pool of blood in half a minute.
Six, five, four, three, two-
"Ready. β
The strong soldier said with a deep breath, he lowered his body, stabilized his center of gravity, put his thumb on the trigger, and stared intently at the elevator entrance.
A few seconds later, before the elevator arrived, the strong soldier took a deep breath, calmed his excitement, and waited quietly.
After a few more seconds, the elevator still hadn't arrived, and something was wrong with the strong soldier. At this time, the deputy shooter gently tugged on his arm.
"What's the matter?" the strong soldier asked with a quick glance at the secondary shooter.
"Captain......" the deputy archer pointed to the still-beating elevator numbers.
The elevator numbers are still changing, indicating that the target is being reached.
The strong soldier hurriedly lowered his body, stabilized his center of gravity, and continued to wait. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his body shook, and he looked up at the elevator numbers again.
13, 14, 15, 16...... The number of elevators is increasing.
The strong soldier's brain buzzed.
It's gone up, how has it gone up?
"Captain, the honorable Mr. Bertross is still up there. The secondary shooter reminded again.
The strong soldier's body shook and suddenly came to his senses. He and the sub-shooter looked at each other, each seeing deep fear in each other's eyes.
If Mr. Bertrus had been hurt in the slightest, they would have been worse off as guards.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down the forehead of the strong soldier, he suddenly grabbed the miniature walkie-talkie, put it to his mouth, and shouted with all his strength: "The target person did not go downstairs, he went up, please evacuate Mr. Bertrose as soon as possible...... The target didn't go downstairs, he went up, please evacuate Mr. Bertrose as soon as possible...... Target Person...... Will use the elevator. β
After saying this, he pulled out the pistol on his waist and shouted at the bewildered soldier next to him: "Don't be stunned, one group will go up the elevator with me, and the second group will go up the stairs." You've seen all the images of the target, so kill them when you see them. Let's go. β
In the gradually rising elevator, Li Mo looked at the three rows of elevator buttons with interest, touched his chin and said, "These are all relics before the big explosion?"
"Yes. Five hundred years ago, they were so common that humans even created elevators to the moon. However, most of them were destroyed in the final battle. Now, for these kinds of things, you can call them technological artifacts. β
"Can you reach the moon directly?" Li Mo was taken aback and said in disbelief, "At that time, humans were so powerful?"
The ball of light sneered: "If you weren't strong enough, you would have lost the plane war a long time ago, how could you hold on to the final great destruction." Relying solely on the power of science and technology also brings them a fatal weakness-"
As he spoke, the light in the elevator suddenly disappeared and became pitch black.
"What's going on?" asked Li Mo, turning his head to look at him.
"That's their weakness, as long as one link is broken, it can paralyze the whole system. Just like now, if someone breaks the power supply, the elevator won't work. The ball of light laughed.
"So, it doesn't work anymore?" asked Limer.
"Yes, let's find a way to get out, preferably from the top first. "The photosphere seems to know a lot about the construction of elevators.
Half a minute later, the elevator door on the twenty-third floor shattered after a few flashes of knifelight. Li Mo walked out with a knife in a disgraced face, saw that another elevator was still running, and said strangely: "Isn't the power cut off?"
"Hehe, that's naΓ―ve, it's just a power outage for your elevator. The ball of light snorted.
"Really?" Li Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he clicked on the elevator button next to him.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, dingdong.
On the twenty-third floor, the elevator door where the strong soldiers were located was slowly opened by external forces, but they were already in full position, and more than a dozen black hole muzzles were fired outward at the same time.
But there was no one outside the elevator, so the intensive shooting did not yield any results.
"Go out and have a look. The strong soldier ordered.
Immediately, two soldiers jumped out on the left and right, but before they could find a suitable tactical point, two bright sword lights split them in two, and then a figure with electric light under its feet quickly flashed into the elevator.
The heavy gunfire rang out again, but it stopped abruptly after a few seconds, and the strong smell of blood permeated.
The elevator doors then closed, blocking the outward flow of blood.
In the elevator, the strong soldier clutched his neck, leaned against the wall, his body twitched one by one, staring at Li Mo squatting in the middle of a pile of mutilated corpses, picking out a relatively complete weapon.
Blood gushed from his fingers, soaking through his camouflage coat and tactical vest.
Li Mo finished scraping the weapon on the ground, stood up, walked to the strong soldier with a blank face, and took the pistol from his hand.
Although he didn't know how to use these weapons yet, as long as the Light Sphere, the remnant of the pre-explosion period, was there, he would use it sooner or later.
"Boy, you're ruthless, cool, hard-hearted. Just like you used to be. The ball of light (backpack) couldn't help but comment
"Yes, you've seen me before?" Li Mo said casually as he stared at the change in the elevator number.
"Haha, no, you're a lot like the guy I met five hundred years ago. Light Ball laughed dryly.
"Then he must have a past that he doesn't want to recall. Li Mo sneered and added, "If every once in a while, you will see a pile of dead corpses in front of you, most of them are old people and children, you will also be like me a cold one." These people died late enough compared to those they killed. β
The elevator stops on the thirty-ninth floor.
Li Mo pushed the door and walked into the restaurant he had just left.
In the dining room, the luthier and his servants hid at the other end of the table, looking at him in fear, as if they already knew what was going on. But the main characters, Bertroth and the old butler, are not here.
"Where's Bertrose? I forgot to tell him something, I'm going to talk to him again. Li Mo clasped his hands on his chest and stared coldly at the group of people and asked.
The servants were clenched like quails, and did not dare to speak, but the young luthier's eyes rolled upward.
"Interesting. β
Li Mo jumped up suddenly, and the black lightning fighting qi bundled around the blade, and vigorously slashed the roof, breaking a big hole in the roof. Then he jumped out of the air, only to see a helicopter just off the roof
The two black-clothed men who saw off the helicopter heard the sound and hurriedly turned around, and immediately took out their pistols and shot when they saw Li Mo.
The electric light exploded under Li Mo's feet, bringing out a stabbing arc, avoiding all bullets and pounced on the two of them from the side.
The sword flashed, and the necks of the two men in black spewed out a mist of blood at the same time.
Li Mo appeared behind them, with his back to them, looking at the helicopter that was gradually moving away, revealing a cold smile.
In the helicopter, Bertross looked down with a blank face, his eyes cold and unforgiving.
The eyes of the two collided with a string of sparks in the air, and they both saw each other's determination in each other's eyes.
It's not over!
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Black Prison Aircraft Station, Back Garden.
"Hah, drinking Li Mo's blood can live forever, this is a goddamn nonsense that anyone with a discerning eye can see, and the old fox of the Ross family actually believes it?" Andy jumped up from the chaise longue and stared at the old man with white eyebrows in shock, crying and laughing.
"This young man named Li Mo is undoubtedly the beneficiary of the ritual of the demon god's descent a week ago. While the people involved in the ritual were either dead or missing, he was immortal, which is enough to explain a lot. The old man with white eyebrows gently shook the kettle, carefully watered the few pots of plants in front of him, and said slowly.
"Proof what? Proof that you can live forever by drinking his blood?" Modi scoffed.
Bertroth was only in his early sixties, but the irreparable damage he suffered as a young man made him weaker and weaker by the day, which is why he relinquished his position of power five years ago. A man like him, like a vulture, can smell many breaths that others can't, including his own breath of death. β
"So, the old fox thinks he's going to die, and he's going to have to fight?" Andy said thoughtfully.
"You're naΓ―ve, as far as I know, there are three ways to keep Bertros alive for another ten years. The old man laughed.
"And what is he doing?" said Andy, staring at the old man.
"He wants to get the best way to survive in the best possible way. The old man sneered.
"As far as I know, several of the professionals he trained have gone to participate in the Blue Ocean Safari, and they will not be able to come back within two or three months. β
"Hehe, what you don't know is that last night, Ramano entered the city from the north gate. β
"Ramano the butcher?" exclaimed Andy in surprise.
"Not bad. After returning from the southern battlefield of the wasteland, he now has a new title, Ten Thousand Slaughter Ramano. When the old man mentioned this name, he couldn't help frowning.
"Hey, things are getting interesting. What is the position of our Black Prison Machine?" said Andy with a smile.
"We don't have a position in the Black Prison Machine, but you have to do something now. The old man put down the kettle and said, "Go and check the bottom of the alchemy master Philip." β
"Haven't you checked it before?"
"If you go and check it carefully, it really can't be done, so you buy the information from the all-knowing. Drinking the blood of that young man can lead to immortality, it was this inconspicuous alchemy master who told Bertros. β
"yes, what a surprising character. Andy sneered and turned to leave.