"Warning, the lockdown has been broken"

"Warning, the lockdown has been broken"

"Warning, the lockdown has been broken"

"Whew-"

A long cloud of heat spit out softly, peacefully from her chest, gently colliding with some of the azure shimmer that surrounded her, swirling and mingling, condensing and rising.

The clear air of the snow cave sometimes shimmered with a bright orange glow, enough for her eyes to briefly see the steel bulkhead that encased her shell. In the mottled dormant pod, there was still a long-dried gardenia in her right ear, gently whirling in the cold wind through the bullet holes of the pod.

She woke up—just not ready—and before she could come to her senses back into her body, she just stared intently at the door of the hibernation pod, staring at the LCD screen that was constantly flashing and distorting the lettering. Or rather, staring at a small patch of brown rust attached to the yellowed display bezel.

Some mellow sounds gradually passed through the heavy bulkhead and reached her ears, mixed with some artistic beauty that had been processed by dull senses.

She was rising and falling with the waves that held her up, for she seemed to feel the whistling breeze on her cheeks and the white foam of the water in her gentle touch. They slid across the tip of her nose under the all-yin cumulus clouds, and then slowly receded, leaving a tender salty bitter taste from the corners of her mouth.

The warm light that appears from time to time always gives her a warmth and gentleness that she can't get in the cold waters.

It's so cozy.

But the cold wind with the smell of the sea was uncontrollably and rapidly changing from a soft tidal sound to a more sonorous roar of the waves, and even the warm light that had been on her all the time a moment ago was now too harsh to look at from the bulletproof windows of the hatch covered in dust and stains.

She blinked, pondering for a long time in the murmurs of the intertwined tides and the menacing black light, before she finally realized that the rapid sounds were just the sharp screams of bullets, and the intermittent warmth of the sun was an insignificant byproduct of the stimulus of the blood-stained creatures.

In an instant, she lost her sun, her sea, and everything she had.

It turned out that she had been just surviving in a mechanical coffin that was slowly dripping with life.

The fight outside the cabin became more and more intense, and the roar of the projectiles was mixed with a continuous and miserable wail.

She tried to straighten up in the dim darkness, but she couldn't push open the sturdy hatch—she thought it was probably broken—something like that.

But she's going to get out—out of this damned, cramped coffin!

She's about to be overwhelmed by the thick black mist!

A fury ignited in my heart in no time—without warning—damn it!

Blazing blood rushed and tumbled in her chest, finally freeing the irascible warrior from his long, wishful dreams!

The main motor in her arm thumped, and a sharp scythe pierced the night and hatch that besieged her, bursting with a cold light and anger that would make anyone shudder through the flickering light!

"Bang!"

The hundred-pound alloy hatch flew open in the violent destruction, and when it flipped to the ground, it smashed into this narrow snow cave with a loud reverberating sound!

The ancient secluded structure was silenced for a moment, and then it was once again covered in a frenzied storm - most of the ammunition fired by the vicious gangsters was maliciously directed at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the darkness - they wanted her to die!

"Squeak-squeeze-sss

The roar of all kinds of boiling and explosive mechanical parts turning and closing together can be so clearly distinguishable and furious in such a noisy and chaotic shootout!

The fleeting shadow spun around in the torrent of death cast in metal, and any fanatic who tried to capture her figure could finally find nothing but undisguised murderous intent in that frightening dance - for death is graceful!

Another cloud of warm blood spilled onto her countenance.

The scarlet blood flowed freely down the bridge of her tall nose, clearly portraying a deep and hideous countenance.

The blade of the mantis, embedded in the thug's chest, could pierce the thick muscles of this strong heart at any moment, causing the red blood to roll inside to gush out of the rift, boiling hot and watering bewitching flowers.

She saw the orange-red gunfire and blue-green energy bullets in the shadows complement each other, which had already turned the blackened cold air in the entire snow room dazzling and colorful, but it also made her ethereal and light.

She loved to kill, and she loved the smell of blood – she felt that she really was a brilliant, benevolent butcher – or rather, a masterful artist who liked to combine practice with theory.

The captured thug tried to shout something out of her swollen throat, but her winched gaze met her glowing eyes.

The hazy sand vapor exudes a surreal magical beauty, making her eyes outlined by black lines seem as blurry and secluded as the deep sea, and there seems to be an undercurrent surging in the gloom that is enough to crush everything.

"Hum—"

As soon as the low-frequency abnormal sound started, the dim old building suddenly burst out with a brilliant blue light, and several projectiles that had been planned for a long time were blocked in mid-air by the force field shield, and after losing their kinetic energy, they fell to the ground with the crisp sound of a jingle bell.

"Bang Bang Bang !!" Almost the next moment, a barrage of dazzling shotguns grazed her side and burrowed into the body of the cunning man who was trying to hurt her, exploding a mass of swollen and torn flesh between the soft tissues—they didn't hurt her, but reminded her of who was an enemy and who was a friend.

"Uhh

The smell of blood in the air began to thicken, and in the restlessness and madness, there was a cool smell of gardenias.

Gardenia is indeed very fragrant, and even if its tranquility is more of a symbol of nightmare murder to the despicable attackers who are caught in fear, it can still give some spiritual solace to those who have fallen to the ground - is it?

The whitening scythe sliced through the darkness of chaos, taking life after death in the ultimate dazzle of the earth, and even the air twisted and tore into dreamy cracks in death and fear—the little guns that lit up from the darkness were rapidly extinguishing, like the hope and courage that drifted away like snowflakes in the chests of the gangsters—this was a massacre!

She closed her eyes and danced a radiant slow dance with light light through the blood and stump. The ends of her hair were already stained with the smell of death, which had been her worst disgust.

"I will curse you with my life, you damned demon, you will ...... Hell will go! A treacherous-looking ambush bandit retreated in the crooked corner, roaring hoarsely at the figure that was slowly moving in the darkness, as if that would alleviate the fierce fear in his heart.

"Filthy waste, damn bastard, you can't die well!" The bandit held the sword across his neck, as if he was planning to cast a vicious blood curse on himself.

But he didn't do it for a long time, and his long narrow eyes seemed to be expecting something: "This is unfair, you should throw away your hateful shield and fight me with dignity!" ”

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Heh- don't listen to him, they're all scumbags who are good at sneak attacks......"

Before the man who had helped her could finish speaking, she turned off the shield generator at her waist and stood in the dead silence, as if waiting for a chivalrous fair contest - the stupid fellow had been fooled!

"Ah......h

"Bang ——!" After an unexpected but reasonable burst of gunfire, the figure staggered to the ground before it could react, and fluttered up a little of fine snow leaking through the gaps, and there was no more sound.

"Despicable villain? I'm also a scumbag. She put away her special revolver and let out a mocking sneer from her mouth, "You want fairness?" Go to Hell and talk to the defenceless innocents you have slain, and you can do justice to them, sweet brainless animals. ”

The last of the shots slowly settled into the cold air, and all that remained in the small dark building was a faint gasp and a slightly dull sound of snow coming from outside.

She turned and looked around before she stepped past the lying corpses and returned to the only valuable old hibernation pod in the cramped building.

There was still a small soft flower in the broken sleep pod, and she reached out with her left hand to grab the deflated gardenia, but she couldn't grasp it anymore, because her hand was a blade, a sharp blade.