Defect another world

After a few minutes, the entire living area fell into dead silence, and the air was so tense that it seemed to freeze. Meng Fei could only hear the breathing of everyone present wearing masks.

Originally, there were a few people in the living area who were not so anxious to take a shower, but now they were "persuaded" to leave by the security personnel. There is now no resident in Nuoda's living area except Meng Fei. Only the manager, his security personnel, and Meng Fei are left.

They did not make any big noise, but breathlessly arranged around the wardrobe in the private room No. 51. The managers are extremely convinced of Meng Fei and follow Meng Fei's plan in everything.

Five black gun muzzles were aimed at the cabinet from different angles more than ten meters away.

The cabinet in the private room is a brown wooden cabinet. They can aim at the cabinet and shoot without thinking, instantly smashing the target into a sieve. However, according to the available information, the death of an infected person will lead to other people being infected, so killing the other party is not possible unless absolutely necessary.

Three of the guns were powerful anesthetic guns that fired anesthetic needles. As soon as the cabinet door is opened and the enemy appears, they will first shoot and anesthetize the murderer, and then drag him away for isolation.

But if the situation gets out of hand, Meng Fei also plans two other assault rifles. They would immediately open fire and kill Tchaikov, and then proceed to disinfect and render the body harmless.

Then two fully clothed security guards quietly walked into the private room, one on the left and one on the right. Each of them silently attached a powerful black suction cup to the left and right cabinet doors, and then held the rope on the suction cup in their hands. Evacuate backwards.

The manager waved his finger downward to signal them to stop waiting. He then waved the security personnel at the firing position to get ready. Several people at the shooting positions waved to indicate that it was okay, and as soon as the cabinet door was opened, they would fire the anesthesia needle first.

Finally, he turned his eyes behind the mask to the planner of this operation, Meng Fei.

Unlike their worries about the murderer in the closet going berserk, Meng Fei was worried about the other party's powers. At present, he only knows that the other party has some kind of superpower, but he doesn't know the details of the superpower.

Psychic powers are the hardest to describe. If the cabinet door opens, the other party will directly mentally control the gun-wielding security personnel and fire a burst of fire, causing the scene to flow into a river of blood.

A thin cabinet door blocked his view and blocked his scanning. He even tried scanning the cabinet doors for any gaps that would allow him to reach his opponent inside, but unfortunately, there weren't any.

As far as he knew, most powers were transmitted through vision. If it is invisible to vision, it cannot be cast. Therefore, the other party is also unable to use special powers on him. The key is the moment the door opens.

As long as the cabinet door is opened, the other party may immediately perform supernatural powers. And he can also "locate" BUG instantly. In this way, he only needs one repair to solve the opponent's superpower.

Of course, the other party may also solve his "repair". He had already learned the lesson the moment he met Chaikufu's eyes not long ago. The other party seems to be able to instill an illusion to cover his consciousness. Once his repair abilities are overridden, he's finished.

So, the key is to be fast!

Like two sharpshooters dueling, the one who shoots first wins.

Now they are not dueling. One side lurks, the other suddenly attacks. The security guards at the two sliding doors will act according to the administrator's gestures, and the administrator will act according to Meng Fei's instructions. At this time, he prepares first, so he will win.

But the position must be scientific.

Meng Fei stood about ten meters away from the cabinet door. This distance was very safe. It not only ensured that his powers were strong and stable, but also ensured that the opponent could not suddenly rush out and chop him.

His angle was also well chosen, facing the cabinet door, ensuring that when the door was opened, his eyes would be focused on the other person for the first time, instead of being blocked by the cabinet door. The manager did not stop Meng Fei from standing there. In fact, he unconditionally obeyed Meng Fei's arrangements for all arrangements for this operation. He was no longer so suspicious of this man.

To him, this man seemed to have God-given wisdom. Maybe those people are right. He is the beloved of the "Lord of Creation" and the real candidate to maintain the "Palace of All Things" and completely resurrect the Lord God.

If he could capture alive the "permanent sleepwalker" who spreads sleepwalking murder, he would be willing to kneel down on one knee to Meng Fei, call him the envoy of the Lord God and follow him forever!

Everything was fine. Meng Fei took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it to calm himself down, and then nodded slightly to indicate that the action could begin.

The manager raised his right hand, made a fist, and then pulled it down suddenly in the void.

It was as if he pulled an invisible string in the void, and the suffocating tension was suddenly broken. The two security guards, one on the left and the other on the right, suddenly pulled the rope in their hands, and the door of the closet in Private Room 51 suddenly opened wide.

Stupid!

The strings of the void made a sharp sound of breaking through the sky. Meng Fei was suddenly stunned.

"Target not found!"

"Target not found!"

"Target not found!"

Although the system was no longer there, his consciousness was still reflexively reminding himself of warnings. His eyes had already scanned the closet in the private room of No. 51. The closet was not empty, but there were no humans!

Because there was no one at all, the target he was looking for was lost, and there was no illegal BUG exploitation, and his ability to repair it was nowhere to be used.

But what's in that closet? It was obviously not hanging clothes or other normal things. And something shining with silver light was flying towards him through the air! This made him instantly feel the threat of life and death, and "micro-management" started.

But it's too late!

He can even dodge bullets if he activates micro-management, but there are conditions. Only when he has turned on micro-control and is watching the opponent pull the trigger can he have a chance to dodge. It's too late to turn on micromanagement when the bullets are already whizzing towards you.

Moreover, he has been concentrating on preparing to use "Repair", and it is more difficult to switch to "Micro Management". By the time he finished activating the "micro-control", the thing was already only a few centimeters away from his head.

He finally saw it clearly, it was a sharp blade polished from a steel ruler!

There should be some kind of homemade crossbow launcher inside the closet. Tchaikov built it using various "harmless" parts obtained from the wishing box. He may have known that someone would search the closet for him, so he had prepared a trap.

Maybe he didn't even know and was just setting a trap. If the mechanism in the trap kills a person, he will have one more opportunity to spread the infection. If the trap fails, he has nothing to lose.

Meng Fei had no time to dodge, and could only watch as the flying car's sharp blade almost slowly inserted into his forehead. He wanted to use the repair, but he failed.

Foreign matter enters, the brain is destroyed, and consciousness is terminated!

He hit the dark wall of sighs again. There was nothingness in front of him, and his consciousness quickly switched like a revolving lantern, switching him to another branch.

Fortunately, there are branches, otherwise I would be dead!

As if he had just woken up from a nightmare, his heart was still pounding.