Zou Xiaqi is good at using miniature explosives and melee weapons.

The advantage of micro explosives is that if they are perfectly strategically coordinated, they will limit the enemy's mobility to the greatest extent.

The disadvantage is that when you make a mistake, you may hit yourself, resulting in an endgame of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 300 yourself.

"Why don't you use firearms?" Wan Ye asked Zou Xiaqi.

Zou Xiaqi raised his arm and looked at the large and small scars on it.

"When I was a child, my hand was very badly injured, and since then my hand will tremble when I pick up a gun, and I can't aim accurately, so I don't use a firearm anymore."

"Well, then I'll protect you." Wan Ye looked at the scars on his arms generously and said to him with a smile.

During this three-minute near-death time, Zou Xiaqi went to the ghost gate again and walked along.

And the culprit of all this came from the captain of the enemy, the man with blue buttons on his coat.

His fighting style is extremely shrewd, combining Wan Ye's flexibility and kaleidoscope with Wu Sheng's strength, and his weapons are also very advanced.

As the battle progressed, the man would observe more flaws in his opponent's movements, and thus discover the opponent's weaknesses, which was why Zou Xiaqi was defeated by him.

Therefore, he guessed that this was most likely the captain of an A-class team, or belonged to the elite category of the mercenary group.

Blood splattered wildly around him, staining the ground a brilliant red.

The hair was covered with blood and bruises, forming a palette like that of the devil. Knife marks were clearly visible on the tattered clothes, and the severely shattered glasses were like broken glass, and the dark eyes behind the glasses could be faintly visible between the leaking gaps.

His face was terrifying like that of a devil, but there was a determination in his eyes that the devil had never had.

I saw that on such tattered clothes, the pink clips on the cuffs were still intact, but they were covered with a layer of blood mist.

Zou Xiaqi slowly moved to the wall, leaning against the wall weakly, and the wounds on his body couldn't stop bleeding outward. Because of the severity of the injury, he couldn't tell how many injuries there were on his body, but he only knew that there was a hot pain all over his body.

For him, who has been through countless battles, overcoming pain is just repeating the lessons he remembers.

Memories of the past poured into his mind like a gushing stream of blood, and Zou Xiaqi tried to relieve his pain in this way every time, waiting for his body to go numb so that he could resume his movements.

The same is true of the memory just now, but it is clear that the great pain has awakened him again.

Previously, he was worried that Li Zhen, who was not high in combat effectiveness and acting alone, would be in danger, so he left the team and went to the archives alone to join him.

But on the way, he seems to have caught the attention of the other intruders, and his keen instincts make him aware that he is being followed.

He hid, intending to find out where the intruder came from on the way.

Unfortunately, he was also discovered by the man, and the two fell into a vicious fight.

The other party is also a person who is good at wit, he can't match in all aspects, the situation can't be mastered, he tries his best to find out the flaws and gaps of the other party, but he is always seen through by the other party at the time of the attack.

Zou Xiaqi was completely defeated.

After he was knocked down, he lay on the ground and pretended to fake his death, successfully deceived the man, and when he left, the tense atmosphere at that moment seemed to be relaxed, and Zou Xiaqi got a belated respite.

He knew that the current situation was very critical, not only him, but all the members of the team might be persecuted, and Li Zhen and the others, who were relatively weak at this time, were undoubtedly lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the board.

He was badly wounded, and his communicator was broken during the fight, and the scars would undoubtedly limit his movements.

It may be that for him now, getting back to the car in time and being treated by the driver is the best option.

But he couldn't stop yet, and he had to hurry back to them.

He had to tell them about the weaknesses he had gathered for Shane.

He didn't know what the situation of the others was now, but the scattered Li Zhen and the missing Twilight were undoubtedly very dangerous, after all, the people of this A-class team were still distributed in the research institute.

Zou Xiaqi felt that his consciousness was about to become very blurry again, and everything in front of him was turning in his eyes like a mirror, making him feel dizzy and nauseous—something was smeared on the opponent's weapon.

At this moment, Zou Xiaqi suddenly thought of something, he took out a slightly broken capsule from his pocket, he remembered that this was the "life-saving pill" that Wan Ye had given him a long time ago.

"This capsule can save your life when you are seriously injured, restore your mobility and physical functions in a short time after it takes effect, I hope that when you eat it, it will be used to rush to be rescued, not to continue fighting." Wan Ye's words appeared in his mind like a godsend.

As she remembers it, she made a silent gesture and looked at him with a different kind of serious eyes than before.

"After all, if you use the pill to support it, it may have some indescribable side effects."

"If it's more serious, it may be killed on the spot."

Zou Xiaqi looked at the capsule in his hand and hesitated.

He suddenly thought, 'It would be nice if the communicator wasn't broken.'" Because if he did, he would have no trouble telling them everything he knew.

But the reality is so cruel, there will only be a broken communicator waiting for him to face.

Thinking of something, he no longer hesitated, and swallowed the capsule neatly into his mouth.

Wan Ye, who was instructed by MATAU to hurry to the side door of the research room, suddenly shivered on the road.

Wu Sheng asked her with concern, "Are you okay?" Could it be with what internal injuries? ”

"No, I'm fine, just move on."

Having said that, an ominous premonition tightly locked Wan Ye's heart, which was from a woman's top intuition.

Could it be the feeling that Xia Qi brings to her? After all, he is the only one who is missing now.

I hope nothing happens, please.

On the ground, the speed of the two of them set off a strange gust of wind, and it was also this gust of wind that blew some broken stone chips on the ground towards the dim corridor behind them that was as airtight as a black hole.

In order to alleviate the pain, Zou Xiaqi fell into his memories again.

I remember when all the people looked at him with pity.

"Poor ......"

"It's really unfortunate that my parents died outside at such a young age."

"Shhhh

"There are more children of parents who died like him."

"His father and his mother both died in the mission, and they can be regarded as heroes who donated their lives."

"It looks like the incubator is going to add new members again."

The helpless and poor little boy did not exist for long in the eyes of everyone like a pity. It's not uncommon for Doomsday to die outside because of a mission.

A week later, he was now an ordinary boy taken over by the nurturing office.

When people hear his name at that time, they may occasionally remember, "Oh, isn't that the boy whose parents died on a mission?" ”

As everyone knows, this is the beginning of the nightmare.

The children who are trained by the institution without exception begin to learn the art of fighting and learn how to use firearms at an early age, and the only difference from children with parents is that they are not cared for.

He is not the only person trained by such a system, but hundreds or even thousands.

He didn't get preferential treatment when his parents died on a mission, because here, the honor of donating his life is like winning first place in the Big Stomach King Contest - comparing the ordinary and unnecessary things to others.

As a result, he lost the opportunity to study science and technology, and could only turn around and plunge into the shadow of killing when others began to study science.

Members of the organization need to clear out the chaos that they are not affiliated with and receive various tasks from their superiors.

There was no wonderful technology that gave him a flash of inspiration.

No time to appreciate the fire tree silver flowers awaited him.

There is no condolence and companionship with loved ones.

In his childhood, only tasks constantly guided him. The guns are barely his companions, and the howling winds on land are his rare bosom friends.

Even though the wind was not fresh or even dirty, he could only relax in the feeling it brings.

The wind was warm, but he was cold, like a machine.

Later, on the way out of the mission, he met Wu Sheng in the trap, and then met Wan Ye, the girl who liked to smile, and then Twilight, Chaozhe, Li Qian...... They formed a part of his life, presenting to him in another form the fire tree that he had never seen before. And that's enough to make up his short life.

Their presence seems to have made the wind less cold.

It wasn't until he accepted the other party's invitation to form a team and shook hands with them that it dawned on him.

It's not the wind that gets warm, it's himself.