The already small number of guards on the second floor had been wiped out after two rounds of encounters with the heartless guards manipulated by Zhang Daoquan.

However, it can't be said that they are all wiped out, although most of them are scarred and badly damaged in the battle of outer armor, they can still stand, but their mental state is not quite right.

Every now and then a bell rings can lift their spirits a little between psychedelic and not completely despair.

But the jingling bells have become more and more frequent than they were at the beginning.

And Qi Hui, who was the first to be controlled, was already hunched up, his blood-red eyes bulged forward, his neck was scratched by himself, and his hanging hands would not have been restrained by the bell, and he would not know how many times he would have strangled himself.

The flying insect finally pointed to a locked door, slamming into the transparent cage wall and not changing direction.

The doorway, like the other rooms, was numbered and looked sparse, but Artiste soon spotted extremely subtle sensors on the surrounding walls through his unique vision.

Obviously, when they found the manager, they were also discovered by the other party.

Artiste gave Zhang Daoquan a look, and the two retreated into the distance.

And this trivial matter of opening the door is naturally done by these hard-working guards.

This door, which was indistinguishable from the other rooms, was reduced to tatters in less than three seconds under the saturation bombardment of the guards.

After the door shattered, more than 20 people frantically squeezed in, squeezing the already small lounge into a large area.

And this also shows that there is no one in it.

Artiste frowned slightly as he watched them huddle around, not because he wasn't upset that he couldn't find the manager, but because he was a little upset that these headless fly-like fools were blocking his view of the room.

The flying insect in Zhang Daoquan's hand still pointed in the direction inside, obviously this is the destination, and there will be no mistake.

As the bell rang and he ched two more commands, the guards fired at the walls, ceilings, and floors in different directions, leaving a single spot until they were empty.

Under the baptism of bullets, the skin of the room has almost completely peeled off, revealing the thick metal inner wall behind it, which does not look like an ordinary room.

In one area, in particular, the bullet almost wiped off the skin, and the outer wall used for camouflage was much thinner than in other places.

If you sketch out this area, it happens to be the shape of a door.

"Found it."

Atiste smiled, but neither he nor Zhang Dao chose to walk into this strange room. The metal walls around it mean that there may be some dangerous weapons hidden in this room.

However, as long as these things hidden in the wall also use AC circuits, then they don't have to worry too much.

"Save a little bit, I think the first gear is about the same."

Artiste took the initiative to throw the bag containing the magnetic *** scrambler to Zhang Daoquan, while he walked slightly farther away to avoid being implicated in the electromagnetic storm.

Zhang Daoquan nodded, holding the bag in one hand, not in a hurry to take it out.

After all, there are still many "volunteers" in front of them who are willing to take the initiative to sacrifice, so they are more practical.

Although there is no way to use these metal walls, it doesn't matter, these guards still have a lot of range-of-effect weapons on their bodies, and they can blow something up after a few rounds one by one.

The only problem is that the movement is too loud, which will inevitably attract more guards.

When the number of people in front of him increases, his little trick of manipulating people's hearts will not be of much use.

No matter how timid a person is, as long as he can be with enough people, he will no longer be afraid of the evil spirit that does not exist in the night.

Also, the supporting guards may already be on their way.

After all, they have all been found at the door, and this hidden manager will not be after gaining permission

Probably do nothing.

So Zhang Daoquan simply chanted the order, and all the guards took out the most powerful weapons on their bodies together, and stood around the hidden doorway, ready to launch at the same time.

No one felt resistance to this undoubtedly suicidal move, but there was some expectation of imminent liberation. Just wait for the next bell to ring, and they will be able to leave this desperate world.

The young manager behind the door couldn't sit still, he could see clearly what was going on outside the door.

Although his safe house was very strong, it could not withstand this level of explosion.

After all, he still underestimated the speed with which they could find him, and it was clear that he only needed to hold out for another ten minutes, and outside support would arrive.

Looking at the shadow standing against the wall at this time, he was still not sure if he had leveled the killer during this time.

In this dangerous situation, he could only initiate a command in his head, and handed over the package that was originally reserved for the invasion to these controlled guards first.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"

The buzzing sound suddenly sounded from the walls around the lounge, completely covering the bell that Zhang Daoquan then rang out, and all the guards froze collectively in this sound, a little confused and overwhelmed.

Only Qi Hui, who had been in a state of madness for a long time, was still going crazy because he couldn't hear the sound of the bell.

The next moment, all the lights went out, and only the soft lights around this lounge were coming out, and they were going on and off at a certain rhythm.

The special frequencies interspersed with the buzzing sound, and this rhythmic light and shadow, make people feel sleepy involuntarily.

In particular, a sweet smell gradually mixed into the air.

The heavily damaged guards fell the first step with the most irresistible, but their faces were intertwined with mixed expressions, and it seemed that they were constantly fighting mentally.

Zhang Daoquan put down the bell, he knew that his bell was no longer of much use.

Although he was not affected too much because he stood outside the room, he had also gently recited the Taishang Laojun Changqing Jingjing, so that his heart would always remain clear.

He knew he had met a peer, who was supposed to be a skilled hypnotist.

However, he is not the only one who can use technology.

The magnetic *** scrambler flashed under his light press, and once again unlocked into an irregular form along the lines.

As Artist said, an electromagnetic storm of one gear was enough to cover the small room, and the hypnotic lights and sounds completely stopped. Except for Zhang Daoquan's side, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

But the slightly sweet gas in the air continued to thicken, and more guards continued to fall.

Zhang Daoquan, who was outside the door, also smelled this smell, just a trace, and his whole body was a little weak. Fortunately, he immediately held his breath, otherwise the magnetic *** scrambler in his hand would have almost fallen from his hand.

Atiste appeared beside him wearing a mask coated with a special agent, gently holding his somewhat loose arm and helping him turn off the jammer.

"Save some energy, it's still useful."

The only source of light was gone, but Artiste's bright flashlight was on, and he was like a treasure bag, ready for anything crucial.

At this time, there were only two or three guards left in the room, whose armor was still airtight, and most of them fell to the ground motionless.

There are also people who are constantly struggling, switching back and forth between dreams and illusions, but they can't distinguish reality.

Artiste gracefully strode past each of the fallen guards to the hidden door, knocking politely, and listening carefully to the echo from the metal door.

"Excuse me, can I open the door?" I want to buy you a thing for whatever price you want."

Artiste waited for three seconds, but unfortunately nothing happened.

His hand gently caressed the metal door, and he could feel the static electricity from the magnetic storm and the destruction of the circuit.

An electromagnetic storm destroyed the house

Everything in the room, including the electronic controls for the door, can now only be opened mechanically. Unfortunately, the mechanical switch was inside the door.

"Don't you open the door? It doesn't matter."

As he withdrew his palm, he snapped a round object in the shape of a badge to the door.

Taking a few steps back, as his mind moved, the special thermite hidden in the badge in a high-pressure state was instantly released and neutralized, and a huge amount of heat erupted towards the door, causing thousands of degrees of heat in a small area, melting the metal door into a large hole.

Coincidentally, the melted position is one of the key cores of mechanical locking.

Artiste was able to roughly determine the likely location of the core by reverberating through the echoes.

Then he pushed hard in a few more directions, and he succeeded in opening the loose metal door.

"Hello, you can call me Artiste, yes, I'm an artist."

After opening the door, he politely saluted slightly, looking very calm.

But he didn't rush inside, because he saw that the electronic devices in the room didn't seem to be affected too much. This is supposed to be due to the enclosed metal walls around it, forming an electromagnetic barrier that protects the inside of the chamber.

There may be other ambushes in this.

The manager with the broken arm retreated his chair to the innermost part, keeping the furthest distance from him.

"Cheng Jiang is dead?"

Seeing Artiste's face, the manager frowned a little, he now knew the reason why the monitoring system could not respond, it turned out that the commander on the surface was stolen by someone who didn't know when to change the pillars.

"It shouldn't be yet, but it's almost there, I don't know what your Excellency will call?"

"Me? You can call me a nightmare, what do you want?"

The self-proclaimed Nightmare young man smiled, his words concealing subtle changes in pitch and tempo, trying to gradually influence Artiste's spirit.

"Management permissions, although you didn't respond just now, I still need to emphasize again, my boss is really rich."

Atist's peripheral vision had already noticed the shadow leaning against the wall of the doorway, but the other party's motionless appearance at this time made him even more afraid to act rashly.

"What permissions? I don't know. I'm actually just an ordinary security guard who came here temporarily, and I'm just honestly ......"

Nightmare tries to stall by interspersing hypnotic techniques with nonsense, but Artiste interrupts him directly.

"You don't have to try to stall or hypnotize me, I have been well prepared by the gods, and you are like a naked baby in front of me."

"You know me?" Nightmare was a little surprised.

"No, but I know something about your master. With all due respect, your methods are rather shallow." Atiste spread his hands, "To be honest, I expected your master to come over, after all, there are only a few people in Dongzhou who can see."

"My other buddy, I don't know how much better than you."

As his words fell, Zhang Daoquan, who was dressed in battle armor, also appeared outside the door.

In just two minutes, he found a way to confront Mika, and that was to take off the armor from the guards.

Although he can't use its various functions because it can't match the Warframe's spiritual connection, as long as the gas filtration circulation system is normal, it will be enough for him.

The soft sound of the bell rang again, and several guards who had not fallen asleep moved in response, raising their guns and pointing them at the young man in the secret room.

"You can shoot, it doesn't matter if I'm dead."

Nightmare spoke very lightly, and seemed ready to die at any moment.

"Control may be stored in his brain, it should be some kind of implanted auxiliary brain."

Artiste reminded Zhang Daoquan beside him to avoid the other party from making a wrong judgment.

Zhang Daoquan ordered one

Bow down, shake the bell, and chant the scriptures in your mouth, trying to see if it can affect the other person's mental state.

But I don't know if it's because of the separation of a layer of armor, which causes his voice to sound a little dull and out of tune to outsiders. Not to mention the nightmare, but the other guards who had fallen into the illusion, their reactions were a little strange.

"Hahahahaha-" Nightmare couldn't help but laugh as he watched his movements, "You can't do that too, can you? Are you embarrassed to say me?"

Zhang Daoquan didn't care about the decline in the effect of his spells, after all, there were guards who were trapped in the illusion realm that could be used.

As the bell shook and orders were given, the two guards lowered their guns and began to charge towards the chamber.

But as soon as they crossed the doorway, the shadows that closed their eyes burst out in an instant, and the blade swirled as she swirled in a circle of cold light, accurately and quickly submerging into the weakness of their armor, which had long been broken.

The blade was withdrawn, and the two guards fell to the ground instantly, blood pouring from the blade.

Shadow crouched on the ground toward the doorway, sealing the intersection ahead. Her cloak shrouded her body and she didn't make any other movements, but the blade could be seen by lifting it slightly.

Her eyes were still closed, and it seemed that she was just a habitual movement in her sleep.

"Hahahaha- it looks like I won."

Nightmare laughed arrogantly, but his heart was actually empty, because Shadow's movements were actually completely out of his control, it was just an indiscriminate attack launched by the other party in a nightmare against everyone who was close to her, which could also be referred to as sleepwalking.

He was worried that Ying would wake up from his sleep because of his companions, but now it seems that his fragrance has worked very well on her.

With her, maybe she can drag on for some time.

It really doesn't work, he still has a last resort.

"Interesting, but I already know what's going on."

Artiste thought for a moment, then thought of a way to deal with it.

------Off topic------

I found out that it was 6.08, and it was Lu Yuansheng's birthday (so he didn't show up today because he had a birthday holiday). Why did you choose this birthday? The reason is actually quite cold, Lu Yuansheng, Lu Tong 6, Yuan homophony round, I chose No. 08, this day is a round day. Hehehe...... Happy birthday to him anyway!