Chapter nine hundred and forty-three Xing Tian
Soap felt restless and trance for no reason. He had a feeling that the building didn’t seem to be a safe house, but a prison and a cage, which locked them up and waited for the judgment to come.
Will someone really come to meet them? Soap line of sight from those crystal bombs swept … What three days ago this batch of crystal bombs will be sent to the man stationed in the safe house? What are their ways to play? What’s with this safe house? What kind of people are the names Zeus and Demeter?
Soap grabbed the kettle and took a sip, then patted the giraffe on the shoulder and said, "You stay here and I’ll help in the noodles."
I don’t know why he always feels that no one in this squad can be trusted except the eccentric clown … Although the clown has many doubts, Soap always feels that he is more reliable than others in the squad …
Although he can’t give a reason himself, if the clown disagrees with the team leader, he will definitely go to the clown without hesitation.
"I’m going to help those people set up a sniper point and clean up the house … in case those people can’t come for several days, we have to stay here for a while." Soap said to the squad leader.
Little captain here is thinking and there is no time to ignore he is nodded at will.
Seeing that the squad leader didn’t object to soap picking up his things, he walked out of the basement and came to the first floor of Anwu.
Two spear squad soldiers are arranging the Anwu-they will take out the basement, install one-way glass on each window, and then stick a layer of bulletproof coating. Then they set up a folding bulletproof shield, which is facing the gate shield of Anwu. Behind it, two 127 mm heavy machine guns are mounted to prepare the bullet chain box, where the gunner can reach it, and the bullet chain inside the box is pulled out.
A well-trained machine gunner can control two heavy machine guns at the same time to completely block the direction of the gate. He should be given another assistant to replace the barrel and chain. The two machine guns can shoot alternately and the fire suppression can last until the projectile is completely exhausted.
The physical strength of that monster mutated by human beings is not strong. Simon’s 762 mm semi-automatic sniper rifle can easily kill two 127 mm heavy machine guns, which is more than enough to deal with them.
In that kind of monster that can launch giant spikes, those monsters that breed fleshy carpet tumor proliferation have not been found in the ark-they have not been found along the way in Shaoxi 12 District.
Two spear squad soldiers looked up and took a look at the soap, and then continued to be busy with their work.
Soap went straight to the second floor without saying hello to them.
The structure on the second floor is very simple. There is a straight corridor connecting the stairs and a floor-to-ceiling window at the end. There are six rooms on both sides of the corridor. These doors have been removed, and the situation can be clearly seen at a glance. These rooms should all be bedrooms. There are several rooms with folding beds, and some are welded with steel pipes. However, these beds have been rusted out of shape, not to mention sleeping people. Even it is estimated that it will be terrible to put things on shelves.
Several soldiers have paved damp-proof mats and inflatable sleeping bags that are palm-sized after being compressed and folded-if it is true that those people will not come for several days as soap said, they will probably be able to sleep under such conditions tonight.
"Clown" doesn’t mean that soap among these people can continue to walk to the third floor.
The stairs in this building are all welded by steel plates and steel pipes, which are as corroded as those beds. Soap itself weighs about 10 kilograms, and counting those 20 kilograms of equipment, every step on it will make people creak. He has to hold the wall while walking, for fear that the steps on his feet will suddenly break when he steps down.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear some strange sounds, but he didn’t pay attention to those subtle strange things because his attention was centered on the stairs …
Soap consciousness recognizes that these sounds are also coming from the stairs with broken structures … I don’t know if those security agents check the basement part when they check the safe house. It’s like no one has taken care of these three floors on the ground for decades.
As soon as he stepped on the third floor, a special smell in the air made him tense up-this smell was like rust at first sight, but it was not mixed with the dry and bitter dust that is often found in idle houses, but it was a little strange, moist and fishy. This smell of soap is really familiar.
This is the smell of blood.
In a war of extermination of indigenous creatures, he watched his companions around him being cut off by the sickle-shaped limbs of the insect, and his body was broken into two pieces. It was less than two meters away from him, and warm and sticky plasma was sprayed out and drenched all over his head … This smell is hard for him to forget in his life.
Soap tried to suppress his nervousness. He quietly took off the rifle behind his back and hit the safety step by step and walked towards the front.
The structure of the third floor is similar to that of the second floor, but the floor height is lower and the corridor is narrower. As soap walks along the corridor, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, so that even breathing seems to be a little unsmooth.
Finally, he stopped in front of a door, and the strong smell of blood came out from behind the door, and he came out with the smell of blood, and he faintly heard the "glug, glug" monster at the stairs.
However, compared with just now, this sound has become much clearer.
Soap wanted to yell at people, but he was afraid of disturbing things in the room. He hesitated to retreat, but his body became stiffer than when he stepped on his legs because of excessive tension. Unexpectedly, he briefly lost his balance and hit the door directly with his elbow.
The door was unlocked and was hit by his elbow.
Soap looked up in horror and just met the thing in the room.
Chapter nine hundred and forty-four Eating
The "clown" sat behind him, and something like a spine broke through his skin. The end of this "spine" passed through the body of a spear squad soldier. The soldier was not dead yet. His eyes stared at the clown in horror, but his body could not move like paralysis. He even shouted that the clown’s "spine" was wrapped with something like blood vessels. They kept wriggling to transport fresh flesh and blood absorbed from the soldier to the clown’s body … Only two breaths later, the soldier was punctured by the spine, and the convenience had shrunk.
But the soldier is still not dead. The only place where he can move is his eyes. From the soap in his eyes, he can see that he is suffering unimaginable pain. However, his brain has not been triggered by the self-protection mechanism to make him faint, but he has been extremely awake all the time.
Soap can see the root that got into the soldier’s spine. His skin swam like a snake until he reached a new position and continued to absorb flesh and blood.
In addition to the shriveled flesh and blood parts, the soldiers’ bodies also showed symptoms of terrorist variation. A large number of tentacles grew out of the skin surface, and the fingernails of the fingers fell off, instead of a pair of bone claws formed by piercing the fingertips after the bone was extended.
The smart bracelet on the soapy wrist vibrates, which shows that his heart rate has exceeded the warning threshold of 19-he really wants to run, but his legs can’t be lifted like nails.
Whether it’s out of reason or deep intuition, Soap feels that he will be killed by a clown if he runs away. He feels that he won’t even have a chance to call someone … just like those soldiers who have been sucked into mummies and discarded on the ground at will.
The "clown" looked at the soap and soap and looked at the "clown" … but he couldn’t read the mood from the "clown" eyes.
It doesn’t look like a human eye or a beast’s eye … Soap feels that the dark pupil root is not a long biological organ, but two holes that even light can devour.
Soap gripped the rifle grip, and the cold sweat soaked the rubber coating of the grip, which made the grip feel a little sticky. He wanted to hook the trigger with his fingers, but he found that it was more difficult for his fingers to bend, let alone press the trigger off.