The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the dark hallway, and Rajiv rushed down the stairs with 11 in his arms.

Success is at hand, take 11 to meet with the compatriots who came to pick you up, you can end your long spy career in the Hawkins lab, and return to the bosom of your homeland with the most valuable experiments.

Become a hero full of honor and merit.

On that big face that was short and serious, a pair of deep eyes were pregnant with hope and joy, and the corners of the mouth couldn't help but smile.

He misses the black caviar and the big leba of his hometown more and more.

The footsteps are lighter.

"Stop!"

Rajiv's vision was interrupted by a commanding voice, and he had just reached the staircase when a cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his left temple.

He barely managed to see a familiar serious and stereotypical face out of the corner of his eye.

Martin Brenner looked at him coldly, with arrogance, stubbornness, and a touch of contempt in his eyes.

"Dr. Brenner, this joke is not funny at all, put the gun down and look at 11, she is injured and unconscious and needs immediate treatment!"

Bang.

A flower of blood bloomed on his white research coat, and Rajiv fell to the ground screaming, clutching the wound on his left abdomen and hissing and gasping.

"It's really deep enough to hide, after two years of working together, why didn't I find out that you were a traitor?"

Martin took the 11, the pistol was pressed against the back of Rajiv's head, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent,

"Who do you work for, and how much do they pay you?"

The man smiled, but his smile was distorted by the throbbing pain of the wound.

"Don't you let 11 spy on us every day? By the way, my name is not Rajiv, my real name is Ivan. ”

"Damn the Sulians, are you crazy, how dare you launch an invasion on such a large scale, you want to start a third world war?"

Ivan shook his head, "Have you forgotten, this is a supernatural competition with its own set of rules. ”

"The United States destroyed a laboratory of hundreds of people in my homeland the year before last, taking the lives of countless of my compatriots, and we didn't necessarily launch a nuclear bomb, this time it was just a small tooth for tat, limited to the supernatural realm."

Ivan said with emotion,

"It's not like this in the past ten years, every time one of us is about to make a breakthrough, we will be hit devastating by the other side, and the results will be scrapped, and so on, let God let us linger forever."

Martin was rarely silent.

Ivan's expression moved when he saw this,

"Dr. Brenner, to be honest, I have always had the privilege of working with such a talented person as you, you are a peerless genius, and your ideas and ideas are greater and more advanced than Einstein."

"And the disaster of '79 has proved that superpower is greater than we know, it can break the frontier of science, make the impossible possible, and it can create miracles that science and technology cannot do in another 100 years."

The accident of 79?

Martin's face sank.

Ivan endured the pain and continued to pat his ass.

"You are bound to set off a supernatural revolution that will cross the centuries."

"But you've chosen the wrong partner, and the U.S. government doesn't value your capabilities and technology, and only uses your innovation as a tool to spy on other countries."

"And it also hides the truth from you, not only does it study three major projects, but it also uses the demonic legacy it received in World War II to study bioweapons and viruses that exterminate humanity, and even the Satan of Hell is willing to bow down before its evil."

Ivan spoke with deep hatred,

"Sooner or later, all mankind will be destroyed by it."

"Now there is an opportunity in front of you, why don't you abandon the darkness and go back to your hometown with me, my motherland will use all resources to support your research."

"Shut up! I'm not interested in jumping from one pit to another. A complicated look flashed in Martin's eyes as he pressed the trigger.

Bang!

An explosion burst through the eardrums on the lower floors of the building, and the force of the impact caused a small earthquake that shook the floor of the corridor and cracked the wall panels of the roof.

"What did you blow up?" Martin's heart skipped to his throat,

"11 makes a rift, but it's more than a rift, it's the key to another world," Ivan said calmly, "but your strategy is too conservative and won't make progress for several years, so my compatriots will help you speed things up." ”

"If you're willing to cooperate. We'll bombard it with an energy machine next, so you can witness the miracle inside. ”

"Fako! No one can interfere with my research! ”

Martin pulled the trigger in a fit of rage, and the bullet pierced the back of Ivan's head, blasting a cloud of red and white flesh and bone into the wall.

Ivan's pupils dilated and he knelt forward, and at the last moment of his life, a familiar melody echoed in his mind:

Thousands of troops

Galloping across the steppe

Day and night

Over the mountains

boundless

Dear motherland

Red cavalry

Salute to you

boundless

Dear to the motherland

Motherland –

He closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

……

Click...

The deadly crisis sparked Martin's potential, and he rushed down the left hallway into the empty hallway with the emaciated body of the little girl in his arms, and turned just in time to reach the shiny steel door of the corner safe house.

Insert the key, enter the password, and pull the handle apart.

Reveal a second mirror-like security door inside.

He was about to knock on the steel door to make a code, when a ball of blood burst out from his left shoulder, and with a scream, the 11 in his arms fell to his feet, his little face pale, his eyes closed, like an abandoned doll.

A gun was then held to the back of his neck.

"Doctor, don't move if you don't want to die." The bearded, red-faced man who walked out of the hallway warned in fluent English, and another beautiful blonde woman picked up 11 on the ground and said a few words of Russian to the walkie-talkie next to her shoulder.

The remaining companions stared at the second sealed steel door, only to find that they couldn't find even a handle, keyhole, cat's eye, or sensing zone, like an impregnable wall.

They tried to pull and push a few times, but they didn't move.

"How do I open it?"

The red-faced man poked Martin's neck with the muzzle of his gun,

"This door can only be opened from the inside." Martin groaned and clutched the wound in his shoulder, the bullet went out of the shoulder, did not hit the critical part, and was not too heavy except for the pain.

The red-faced man and the blonde woman exchanged a look,

"Listen, Doctor, all scientific researchers are a precious treasure to mankind, and it would be a waste to die like this."

"As long as you convince them to come out and surrender, I promise you that you will never touch a single hair of their hair. They will continue their original work intact, just in a different place. ”

"Do you dare to refuse? We're going to blow up the whole building, and then this turtle shell will still make sense? ”

The red-faced man's naked threat made Martin's face darker and darker, and then he snorted disdainfully, an attitude of unwillingness to cooperate.

The big man pointed to his head, turned and shouted towards the door,

"Open the door now, or kill him!"

But the researchers on the other side of the gate just shrunk into a ball and shivered, not daring to approach the gate.

After a few more threats, but to no avail, the big man angrily swung the butt of his rifle and smashed Martin unconscious, ready to drag him away from the door.

But suddenly a soldier ran from the dark staircase on the opposite side.

The coat was stained with blood, the body was sturdy, the steel helmet was bullet holes, and the camouflage blurred the facial features.

But the same dress.

The pace is fast.

The eyes of the five people couldn't help but turn their eyes, and they opened their mouths to greet them, when they saw the man gently shake his hand.

The red-faced man's ears sounded a faint swishing sound, the sound of some small object breaking through the air at a rapid pace.

Fleeting, like a meteor streaked across the air.

The necks of the three soldiers standing in a row outside the security gate instantly split the slender blood lines, the lines cracked, and the hot blood spurted out, spurting out of the high ceiling in an astonishing manner.

The red-faced man raised the muzzle of the AK in horror and aimed at the soldier opposite, but his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't pull the trigger, and his vitality quickly disappeared with the ruptured artery.

He fell to his knees, blood sliding down his neck and falling to the ground, pooling into pools of blood.

Half a breath, the five soldiers outside the security gate died to the last blonde woman, but when the board flew in front of her neck, it suddenly and inexplicably lost momentum and landed.

The beautiful blue eyes of the blonde woman stared at the sneak attacker in the distance with hatred, and the whites of her eyes disappeared in horror, turning into a black hole—

Dean had already released his soul from the board in advance to make room, but at this moment, he couldn't help but have a distorted illusion.

Time freezes in this moment.

The entire hallway, the light around herself, was absorbed by the woman's dark pupils.

The light became incredibly dim.

Something whispered in the darkness, giving birth to a series of strange changes in an instant—

The shadow at Dean's feet came to life, stretching out two swarthy arms as long as matches, grabbing his ankles, ten fingers wiggling rapidly against his pants and squirming upward.

The place where he was touched produced a paralyzing sensation that froze his soul, and quickly spread throughout his body, he couldn't even move his fingers, he couldn't speak, and even the "shadow" fell into a deep sleep and lost control.

As the hands gradually climbed up, a stickman with a pitch-black body, slender limbs, and a round head with no facial features crawled out of the shadows.

It stretched out its arms and hugged Dean in its arms hard, countless needle-like holes in its dark skin, sucking greedily, sucking Dean's mental and physical energy away like a vampire.

Dean felt nothing but biting cold and numbness at first, but to his horror, these strange sensations quickly disappeared, and he completely lost consciousness, and could no longer feel the presence of half of his body.

It was as if this stickman had completely taken away a part of his body.

The shadows of the past are also rapidly fading and becoming transparent.

Faced with such a strange scene, Dean couldn't even express his anger and helplessness.

An irresistible sleepiness poured a bucket of cement into his head, and his mind was as dull as a dead man, unable to concentrate.

Sleep, sleep, sink into the abyss and never wake up again.

The stickman whispered in his ear.

His cheeks were slack, his expression was foggy, and his heavy eyelids were slowly closed.

……

"Eternal Baphra has made a mark on you!"

When Dean's consciousness was about to be completely extinguished, the familiar loud hallucinations exploded in his mind, like light tearing through the darkness, and Dean bit the tip of his tongue violently.

In the fishy sweetness and stinging, the faint consciousness regained consciousness in an instant.

At this critical juncture,

Between the blonde woman with her strange abilities and the trapped Dean, the second security door, which had not been moving for ten thousand years, suddenly opened a crack.

A smoke grenade rolled out of it, and the shell exploded, and the thick white smoke turned into a sea of rushing clouds, filling the hallway and obscuring the view of the two men.

“Чтозачёрт！”

The woman roared frantically, but her eyes lost her purpose, and her dark pupils suddenly returned to blue, and she was forced to interrupt her abilities, and she quickly pulled the trigger on Martin Brenner, who was unconscious at the gate, and Dean beside him.

But the stickman retracted into the shadow, and Dean pulled out of the suffocating embrace, instinctively summoning the "ghost armor", and picked up a gun with all his strength, the body of which reflected a silvery-white metallic sheen, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the position of the woman in the distant mist.

Bang!

Bullets sink into the flesh and heavy objects fall to the ground.

Dean shook in the chest, and the bullet was bounced off by the shield.

The woman's smooth forehead broke a bloody hole, and she fell to the ground with wide eyes.

You kill Senua, proficiency +5, shooting lv3 (330/400), supernatural hunter activation, you drain 0.5 spirit, spirit: 18.1→18.6.

……

Call... Suck...

The smoke cleared.

Dean was sweating profusely and was lying on the ground, gasping violently, his eyes flashing with palpitations and rejoicing.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so weak, so he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights.

"What kind of ghost ability is this woman, more insidious and cunning than 'Shadow'."

If it weren't for the annoying auditory hallucinations that happened to appear, and the people in the safe house happened to make a move, he would have capsized in the gutter.

But now, as the energy absorbed by the supernatural hunter continues to regain his state, the feeling of weakness begins to fade rapidly.

He stood up tremblingly, mobilized his telekinesis to roll the unconscious 11 over, his eyes swept to the side, and his face sank.

Martin Buren, who had been lying in the security doorway, was replaced by a dead bald man.

Where have you gone!

God's perspective swept into the safe house, where a group of white lab coats surrounded Martin to check his injuries - apparently, the bald male researcher at the door had the bad luck to block his gun.

Fako!

Dean tried to use his telekinesis to kill Martin Brenner through the door, but his telekinesis couldn't penetrate at all.

But fortunately, this group of researchers hiding in the steel shell seemed to know nothing about the "infighting" outside the door just now, and just happened to save Martin!

Dean turned his perspective to the bottom of the floor, and more than a dozen Suren soldiers were approaching this floor along the stairs on both sides in two ways, if he had to fight his way down to escape, then the dead Suren people would be beyond reasonable range, and he would be 100% exposed.

Above, the steel doors leading to the rooftop apron were locked.

Dean looked at a wall to the side, sensing that the night sky was blowing in the wind.

The only way out is here!

He vigorously threw smoke bombs into the corridors on both sides to delay time, and took out a block of army-green C4 plastic explosives and an M26 grenade from the fantasy space.

The package was removed, and a hundred grams of explosives, which resembled a ball of white gum, were glued to the wall.

Holding 11, he retreated behind the cover wall at the top of the staircase.

Holding the M26 grenade in his right hand, he pressed its fuse while pulling out the tab.

Throw it forward.

Telekinesis rolled up the grenade and drew a wonderful arc, flying towards the C4 that was clinging to the wall.

……

Bang!

Explode.

A crimson heat wave licked C4 on the wall.

Bang!

The second major explosion shook the entire floor.

The majestic impact tore a hole in the exterior wall of the laboratory building, and the rubble cascaded into half of the corridor, and the dust obscured the light, and fine particles surged in the air.

At this moment, the cold moonlight and the cold wind in the sky penetrated through the hole.

Dean was shocked by the wind, quickly got up and threw several corpses in the corridor to the edge of the hole, and then jumped into the air outside with 11 on his back.

In the moonlight, he froze, and flew like a bat into the depths of the night, disappearing.

……

Soon.

Major Yuri led a group of people to arrive, looked at the holes in the side walls, the corpses at the entrance to the caves, and the locked steel doors of the safe house, and closed his eyes for his dead comrades with sad faces.

Eyes breathe fire, like a volcano about to erupt,

"Blow the door open for me!"

Another man with glasses shook his head,

"This solid steel door, at least two feet thick, can't be done in a short time."

At this moment, a hurried warning came from the walkie-talkie on Yuri's shoulder, and he sighed and picked up the body of a comrade,

"Lab support is coming soon, all of them are there, retreat immediately!"

……

In the safe house, Martin Brenner, whose wounds had been bandaged, woke up from a coma, and when he opened his eyes, a large number of concerned faces of his colleagues came into view.

He shouted with a gloomy face,

"The Sulian people snatched 11 and snatched our treasure, and she must be taken back!"

(End of chapter)