Three basement floors.

The crypt spider with an arrogant attitude before is now fleeing in embarrassment.

It has been laid out in the corners of the ceiling and walls in advance, with a large number of cobwebs.

As long as the spider silk is shot from the abdomen and placed on the spider web, it can quickly and flexibly dodge attacks under the pull of the spider silk, or attack the enemy from various insidious angles.

But now, no matter how much it dodges, it can't get rid of the pursuers behind it.

Behind it was a frost dragon head that emitted a white chill, hideous, vicious, and icy, covered with a large number of ice-blue dragon scales.

The Frost Dragon's Head doesn't move very fast, nowhere near as fast as the Crypt Spider moves under the pull of Spider Silk.

However, the frost aura of the dragon's head was too amazing.

The billowing cold air fell from the dragon's head like a waterfall.

Wherever the cold air went, it instantly condensed the frost of the white brush, and even the air was filled with a lot of crystal clear ice slag and snowflakes.

The Crypt Spider could make it an ice sculpture even if it touched the air or wall where the dragon's head passed.

As for casting "putrid bugs" to fight back?

No kidding!

"Putrid bugs and flies" is a spell that requires standing on a stake to read a bar, and if the Crypt Spider uses this spell, it will become a living target.

The only thing it can do now is run around like a mouse being chased by a cat.

"Who are you? You have this strength, why do you want to deal with me? A dignified third-order "Imperial Fist" comes to bully me, a little spider, aren't you afraid of being used as a laughing stock by other extraordinary people? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, the crumbs of the Death Society. I only know that you don't have to pay attention to fairness and justice when dealing with goods like you. You are all a bunch of sneaky and disgusting rats, and the only way to crush you with violence is to do the right thing. ”

A cold female voice sounded in the third basement floor, but it didn't come from the Frost Dragon's Head.

A closer look reveals that the frost dragon has only a head and neck, and no torso.

Its neck is headed at one end, while the other end is connected to the left shoulder of the man in black.

At first glance, it looks like a human with a dragon's neck and head growing out of it.

It's a little weird, but it's visually striking.

It was clear that the man in black was Captain Murphy.

She can be said to be able to deal with the crypt spider.

She did not enter the Bio Giant state.

Just turning his left arm into a frost dragon head was enough to drive the crypt spider away like a duck.

She had the strength to kill the Crypt Spider in seconds, but why didn't she do it?

"Gretel, Mars, have you prepared the potion?" Captain Murphy turned his head slightly, looking at the middle-aged ensign and the young sergeant sitting cross-legged in the corner.

"Sir, the mutagenic potion has been dispensed. I'm ready. ”

Ensign Gretel stood up, holding a liquid rippling glass jar in his hand.

On the ground beneath his feet was a portable potion preparation box stuffed with bottles and cans.

Sergeant Mars played the role of an assistant. After he packed up the potion preparation box, he picked it up and stood aside.

"Very well, I'll kill this monster right now. As soon as possible, you soak the mutant material in its body into the potion and drink it. ”

"Yes, sir." Ensign Gretel nodded muffledly, and looked up at the crypt spiders fleeing from the ceiling, his eyes full of wistfulness.

Only an ensign like him knows that being promoted from the first-order "Imperial Fist" to the second-order is not as simple as taking medicine and injections on time.

Among them, precious mutation materials are needed as medicine guides, and the core organs of mid-level undead creatures are very suitable for medicine.

Glitter thought he was going to die here, and he would be honored.

Now the situation is the opposite, not only is he not dead, but he can also sit back and enjoy the mutant material...

The ups and downs of life are really unpredictable.

"Don't get distracted, Gretel." Captain Murphy admonished:

"I know what you're feeling. When you drink the mutant material, I will naturally explain it to you. ”

"Yes, sir."

Captain Murphy tilted his head, revealing a white neck under the black hood.

She looked at the clown-like crypt spider on the ceiling and smiled contemptuously:

"Alright, chops, I've had enough. You can die now. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Frost Dragon, who was chasing the Crypt Spider, opened its huge mouth and spewed out a ferocious frost chill.

The chill was as swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on the crypt spider.

"Nope! Nope..."

The crypt spider didn't even finish screaming, and turned into an icy sculpture in the cold.

The Frost Dragon bit the ice sculpture in one bite, and then contracted back under the control of its master.

Murphy's left arm reverted back to its original form.

In her left hand was a pounding black heart.

"That's it, 'Crypt Spider Mother's Split Heart', a second-order mutant material of excellent quality."

Captain Murphy tossed the contents to Gretel and said:

"Drink it while it's hot, don't be disgusted. It's a great thing that gives you powerful mutation powers. Although the abilities brought by this mutation are random, the foundation of the Crypt Spider is not bad, and the extraordinary abilities it has mastered are good. Even if you're not lucky, you'll have an above-average harvest. ”

"Thank you, sir."

Ensign Gretel soaked his filthy heart in the solvent, then threw his head back and drank all the bubbling potion.

Sergeant Mars stood beside him, watching Gretel drink enviously.

"The mutant agent will take effect in 5 minutes, and you will be in a coma for about half an hour. I'm going to take advantage of these five minutes to tell you about the Emperor's secret plan and answer the confusion in your heart. First of all, your original promotion plan has been canceled, and you won't be transferred to MI6, but..."

Captain Murfia was about to clear Gretel's suspicions when a very faint voice came from the corner of the third basement floor.

"Zizizi... Zizizi..."

The sound was like an electric surge, like a rodent gnawing at a hard object.

Captain Murphy made a "silence" gesture.

Glitter and Mars kept their mouths shut, holding their breath.

Captain Murphy looked in the direction of the sound, stretched out his left arm, and grabbed a small object from the darkness with the Frost Dragon's Head.

"It's. . . The talisman of the Death Society. How did this stuff end up here? Could it be that the Death Society Assassin who turned into a crypt spider left behind? … Gretel, have you seen this before? ”

"Report, sir, I haven't seen it."

"You haven't seen it... Mars, what about you? ”

"Report, sir, I haven't seen it either."

"Shhhhh So where did this thing come from? Captain Murfia stared at the amulet in his hand, frowning slightly, his eyes revealing thought.

"Bang bang bang.." A footstep from far and near.

The unexpected person has arrived on the third basement floor.

After he came out of the stairwell, he kept running towards where the three Murphy were.

His goal was clear, it was the vibrating amulet in Captain Murphy's hand.

"That man seems to have come for me... No, he came for the amulet. Could it be another Death Death Assassin? ”

Captain Murphy gave Grett and Mars a look:

"You hide first, and I'll take care of it."

Ensign Glitter nodded, pulled Sergeant Mars, and ducked into the shadows around the corner of the wall.

The footsteps of the visitor were getting closer and closer, and his rapid breathing was clearly audible.

The moment he saw Captain Murphy, he was first slightly stunned, his eyes swept over the other party's figure and the talisman in his hand, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed unscrupulously:

"Hahahaha! But I'm caught! It's good that you didn't run, so I don't have to use the locator in the amulet to search for your whereabouts. ”

In his right hand he held a remote control, the same thing that made the amulet vibrate, and its function was to help him lock the amulet's position.

Captain Murfia turned slowly to look at the man who had appeared here for no apparent reason.

Her beautiful face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and a thick confusion and incomprehension rose between her eyebrows.

Why would a guy with the rank of sergeant in MI2 uniform leave the safety of the camp and run into this eerie and terrifying basement three floors?

And why did he make the amulet vibrate?

Captain Murphy's complicated expression quickly retreated in thought.

Enlightenment and indifference took over her face, and it fell on her face like a bone-chilling frost.

"Oh, I see... You, a senior MI2 investigator, are a Death Society spy. You're here to collect this amulet, right? ”

The cold tone could not hide the delicate timbre, which was undoubtedly the voice of a young woman.

Facing this mysterious man, Pym muttered in his heart - that sinner soldier No. 888 didn't say that the mysterious man was a woman.

It doesn't matter, this mysterious man is going to be dead anyway.

Pym raised his hands and slowly brushed his hair and collar through his collar, arranging his personal image as he ran out of shape.

He said with a relaxed face:

"It doesn't matter if you know who I really am... yes, I'm a spy for the Death Society. However, you are the one who needs to worry about your safety. I will torture you and pry all the Emperor's plans out of your mouth. ”

Pym raised his polished pistol and pointed the black muzzle at the other side:

"Lift your hood and show me who you really are. You'd better be honest with me, so that I can treat you as a gentleman..."

Captain Murphy held his left hand and held the amulet in the palm of his hand.

A "click-click-click" cracking sound came from between her fingers.

She opened her left hand.

A handful of smoke spilled from between the slender fingers.

The amulet was easily crushed by her.

Pym's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The talisman with a hard texture was actually rubbed into powder by the other party's bare hands!

Didn't Sin Soldier No. 888 say that the strength of the mysterious man is about the same as that of an ordinary soldier!?

At this moment, Pym deeply doubted whether the potion he used on Sinner 888 really worked...

But it was too late!

The mysterious man suddenly raised his arms and stretched out two white forearms from under his cloak.

Skin wriggles, bones twist, muscle mutations!

The two arms turned into two dragon heads and lunged towards Pym.

The dragon head on the left is cold and awe-inspiring, covered with frost.

The dragon head on the right, flames and magma.

Before being bitten by the head of the Ice and Fire Dragon, Pym screamed out the name of the mysterious man in horror:

"The Empire's Two-Headed Dragon!! You are Martha Murfia!! Didn't you die in Tomb 669!? ”

"Poof!"

Pym was bitten by the head of the Ice and Fire Dragon, and was instantly torn apart.

His body burned in the flames, turning black ashes and dust to the ground, and before falling to the ground, they were frozen by the cold and turned into crystalline ice slag.

At this moment, an inconspicuous black light shot out from the dragon's head, and at an extremely fast speed, it crossed a distance of dozens of meters and escaped into the stairwell.

Captain Murphy let out a surprised exclamation:

"This guy is actually protected by the Death Society's "Soul Retreat Crystal"! He's a high-ranking spy of the Death Society, not an ordinary intelligence agent! ”

Captain Murphy's figure blurred for a moment, dragging the afterimage of the debut path and speeding towards the stairwell.

"Gretel, you wait here for me, don't move. I'll have to catch up with that spy, or our plans will be revealed. Mars, you're here too. If I don't get back in time, you'll carry Gretel to the basement. ”

"Yes, sir." Gretel replied in unison.

They poked out half of their heads from behind the corner, and saw only the poisonous mist rolling in and out, and there was no sign of Murphy.

The two of them just wanted to sigh that Captain Murphy really came and went like the wind, but they saw each other's figures appear in front of them again, and there was an extra broken gray crystal in their hands.

Sergeant Mars asked:

"Sir, did you catch the spy?"

Captain Murphy stared at the broken crystal in his hand for a few seconds, then shook his head and said:

"I didn't catch that spy... But our plans were not leaked either. ”

"Why is this so?" said Ensign Gretel, muttering in confusion.

Captain Murphy shook the crystal in his hand and said:

"Because the spy is dead, dead at the hands of the undead. He activated the Soul Retreat Crystal and escaped from my hands. His own soul did escape, but all his belongings fell here. ”

Captain Murphy bent down and picked up another amulet from Pym's remains:

“… We were lucky. His soul had been in too much of a hurry to take his amulet with him. No sooner had he escaped into the stairwell on the basement floor than he encountered the resurrected undead. His "Soul Retreat Crystal" was shattered by a crypt lurker, and his soul vanished in an instant. ”

Gretel and Mars understood what was going on and were completely relieved.

The souls of humans who die in the graves have two endings.

If it was the Binding Spirit who killed him, then his soul would be taken away by the stone mound and transformed into a Binding Spirit.

If it were a Stitch Monster like the Crypt Lurker that killed him, his soul would not be transformed into a Spiritbinder, but would dissipate out of thin air.

So this guy Pym is completely dead.

The lieutenants and sergeants on the scene, all of whom had experienced many battles, were well aware of this.

Captain Murphy pondered for a few seconds and decided to make some flexible adjustments to the existing plan:

"Gretel, listen to orders."

"Yes, sir."

"The Emperor has authorized me to secretly form a new MI2. All personnel will be selected from the targets that the defendant will assassinate if they die. You are one of them. ”

Ensign Gretel was shocked to learn the truth of the incident, his mouth opened involuntarily, and all the wrinkles on his face deepened a little at the same time.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Murphy raised his hand to stop his words:

"Time is urgent, you listen to me.

"My original plan was to transform you from a nominally fallen Imperial sergeant into a new MI2 agent who could not be seen in public, with the help of the Death Society's assassination plan for you. This is where you will be promoted to the second order of the "Fist of the Empire", and you will also become the shadow of the emperor and begin a covert investigation of the current MI2 members..."

Captain Murfia pointed to the wreckage on the ground:

"But there was an unexpected change in the plan, and that was the Death Society spy disguised as an MI2 investigator.

"His presence disrupted my plans. We have to give some reasonable explanation for his disappearance, or it will affect my next actions.

"So, I have a new course of action..."

Murfia looked at Ensign Gretel and raised her hand in a salute:

"Congratulations, Gretel, your death has been postponed. You will continue to command Imperial forces in place of Sergeant Alvin as a living Imperial Lieutenant to clear Tomb 1079. Wait until the next Death Kill will assassinate you, and then it's time for me to turn you into a shadow agent. Do you understand? ”

"Yes, sir." Glitter raised his hand in salute, a hint of sleepiness flashing across his resolute face.

The mutant potion he drank was about to take effect.

"Prepare to fall asleep, and I'll stay here until you wake up.

"Remember, after you and Mars go back to the basement, ask what happened, and then improvise and explain the death of the MI2 investigator and how you survived, and make sure you don't give MI2 any tricks.

"The Emperor has judged that the current MI2 defendant will be very infiltrated by death."

Ensign Gretel's posture staggered, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

But he still relied on tenacity and said:

"It's... Sir... It's unthinkable... To MI2, which is considered to be a mortal enemy... He became a lackey of the Death Society..."

"Smack."

Second Lieutenant Gretel fell to the ground, snoring.

The pores all over his body spewed out spider silk at the same time.

Ten seconds later, his body was wrapped in a cocoon made of spider silk.

Seeing this scene, Captain Murphy nodded slowly, knowing that the effect of the medicine in the other party's body had completely taken effect.

"Mars, how long will it be before reinforcements from the Kolabo Legion arrive?"

"I'll be there in an hour, and I've heard that the leader is a hot-tempered lieutenant, who seems to be called Serre."

"Well, Serre... That's what I'm waiting for. Captain Murfiah said.

"Is he waiting? What does this mean, sir? ”

Murfia raised her chin slightly and pointed to Gretel on the ground:

"Like him, Serre was a target of the Death Society. Tomb 1079 was used as a place for a series of assassinations of Imperial Captains. ”

For some reason, Murphy sighed lightly:

"Huh. MI2 has installed intelligence officers in the death service, and this has worked. That's how the Death Kill plan I got came about. But MI2 has also been heavily infiltrated as a result. This may be the disadvantage of inserting intelligence agents into illegal forces. ”