Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 1004 Survivors from Another Squad

As Soap ran, he grabbed all the furniture that was within reach, and threw them into the aisle between the reception room and the store, artificially creating a simple roadblock.

The coffee table in the reception room was very heavy, with a steel interlayer inside. Although it didn't contain Nino alloy bulletproof armor plate like the cashier counter, the thickness alone was more than enough to block rifle bullets.Soap took a lot of effort to overturn the coffee table and place it in front of him.

As soon as he put the gun on the edge of the coffee table, the second group of men in black rushed into the store. A burst of gunfire rang out in the store, and the sofas, tables and chairs blocking the aisle were directly beaten to pieces— —The material strength of imitation wood polymer is actually not much different from a piece of paper in front of the [-]mm caliber full-power bullet.

The shooting of the men in black never stopped—they were divided into two groups, pushing forward to the aisle while suppressing fire alternately.Not only that, but the firearms they use are not magazines, but large-capacity drums, so the firepower will last longer.

The bullet hit the coffee table, causing the shards of the ceramic slab to scatter wildly, and the inner steel plate interlayer was punched out with dense depressions.

Soap still couldn't probe to aim, he could only use "faith shooting" to fight back like the African black uncle in the old era - shrinking his body and head behind the coffee table, raising the gun above his head, only exposing the muzzle of the gun in the bunker Outside, strafing in the general direction of the enemy.

Of course, there is no point in hitting like this, and Soap didn’t expect to kill a few men in black with this shuttle, his only purpose was to hinder the opponent’s advance a little... For him, it is possible to slow down the opponent even for a second. , that is also meaningful.

"As long as the clown can successfully send out the message, I won't lose even if I die here!" Soap gritted his teeth and thought, "Haha, I didn't expect to be a hero again when I was dying... What a pity is an unsung hero..."

The simple barricade made of furniture was quickly destroyed, and there was no longer any obstacle in the aisle. Soap could even hear the boots of the men in black stepping on the pieces of furniture amidst the deafening and intense gunfire.

"Damn it, I can't retreat..." Soap yelled in his heart that it was not good - the coffee table he was using as a cover was four meters away from the entrance of the living room, and there was no cover within the four meters, if he Just rushing over like this now, [-]% will be swept into a sieve by those men in black.

And staying where they are is undoubtedly no different from waiting to die—although those men in black still look like humans, their body structure is no different from that of monsters. Bullets were coming from both sides of the room... In this case, even giving Soap a gun with infinite bullets, never jamming, and the barrel never overheated, could not change his doomed outcome.

"It's over...I really can't move now...Damn, what to do, what to do...Ahem!!" Soap panted heavily, the air was full of gunpowder smoke and lime, choking Make him cough constantly.

Soap's thinking was running at high speed, and the CPU of his brain was already on the verge of overload...but he couldn't think of a feasible solution.

All the explosives on his body have been exhausted, and there are still three full magazines, but the bullets have no killing effect on those men in black... There is nothing in the surrounding environment that can be used, and the two temporary teammates are even a white man. Give me a run... There are still 9 minutes left before the time limit requested by the clown...

Not to mention 9 minutes, Soap felt that he probably didn't have time to live for nine seconds.

When death was approaching, the sense of fear—to be precise, he didn’t even feel the fear, his mind was blank, only his hands were still mechanically changing the magazine and pulling the trigger.

The men in black had already rushed into the living room. For some reason, they only needed a grenade to kill the soap, but they didn't do that. Even the suppression of firepower slowed down a little.

Soap suddenly realized that the other party wanted to catch him alive... But thinking of the tentacles and alien limbs growing from the bodies of those men in black in the previous encounters, Soap couldn't help but shudder—falling into this group of people In the hands, I'm afraid it's better to be beaten to death directly.

Soap subconsciously reached out to the secondary weapon hanging on his waist... Just as he was hesitating whether to pull out the pistol and shoot himself in the temple, the wall between the living room and the reception room collapsed, and hundreds of Ji's pitch-black tentacles surged out from behind him!
But these tentacles did not attack Soap, but bypassed him and attacked the men in black who were approaching!

From when the tentacles broke through the wall to when the last man in black was sucked into a "human fuck", the whole process took less than five seconds... Soap turned his head to look at the place where the wall was broken, but the figure of the clown did not appear. The tentacles all retracted after helping Soap out of the siege.

"Has the message been sent?" Soap sat there for two seconds, then suddenly realized, grabbed the internal communicator and asked, "If there is another wave of enemies, I will definitely not be able to defend it!"

"It's finished ahead of schedule." The clown's voice came from the receiver, and it was unknown whether it was because of poor signal quality or some other reason. His voice sounded a little fuzzy and distorted.

"It's done?!" Soap was delighted, "Then should we withdraw? It's pointless to stay here and continue fighting with those guys!"

"Well... it's just that you have to find a way to retreat by yourself." The clown's voice became more and more weird, as if his throat was filled with phlegm. The hairs on the back of the soap stood on end.

"What's going on? You... What's wrong with you?" Even if Soap is not smart at this time, he still knows that the clown's body has a problem.

"Absorbed...those men in black, my level of erosion is on the verge of a dangerous threshold...I may be at any time..." The clown said intermittently, as if he was in a very painful state.

"Will he die? Or...will he become a monster like those men in black?" Hearing what the clown said, Soap couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.

"I don't know..." the clown said, "Go quickly, if you don't go, it will be too late."

Soap grabbed the communicator in his hand, and felt a little shaken in his heart—he wasn't sure if the "too late" in the clown's mouth meant that the second batch of men in black was about to arrive, or it meant another situation that he didn't want to say.

Perhaps, at this time, running away is the best choice.

However, without the help of the clown, can he escape alone?
Does he really have a way out?

Soap looked down at the corpses all over the floor. The flesh and blood of these men in black had been drained by the clown's tentacles, leaving only a skinny shell. The weapons they carried were scattered all over the ground, and the smoke in the air There was a disgusting smell of blood in the smell.

"Just pretend that I've died just now."

Soap touched the pistol at his waist again, made up his mind and said to the clown: "Didn't you say before that you left Noir and me by the side to treat us as 'emergency rations' at a critical moment? Although I don't I understand the degree of erosion too well, but if you eat me, it should relieve your symptoms, right?"

"Damn, am I out of my mind and want to die?" As soon as I said this, Soap felt a little regretful in his heart, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have anything to worry about... From Mukahe Fortress The reconnaissance team that set off has almost died so far, the giraffe is dead, and Noir is also dead, leaving only myself and the clown, who is still in a very "dangerous" state... The annihilation of the army is only a matter of time.

Even if he escapes now, it is difficult to guarantee that he will escape from the ark alive... Even if he can escape from the ark alive, where can he hide?
After those roots take root in the earth, the entire planet will be sacrificed by that lunatic named "Zeus"...Compared with the life on an entire planet, a single person is really too small and insignificant.

As long as the clown can avenge himself, kill "Zeus", and destroy the opponent's plan... I should have earned enough money with my own life...

Moreover, according to the clown, after he absorbs himself, his consciousness will not disappear, but will merge with the clown's main consciousness. From a certain point of view, he is not dead, but just changed Just a body.

If you're lucky, you might even witness "I" killing that bastard called "Zeus" with your own eyes.

Soap took a deep breath, and waited for the clown's tentacles to penetrate his body—but at this moment, the clown rejected his proposal: "You escape, this level of erosion depends only on your own soul, There is no way to apportion it below the safety line. Even if Nuval is still alive, it is far from enough. But I still have a backup plan... Now you are useless to me."

"Huh?" Soap froze for a moment, for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

It is a good thing not to be eaten as "food", but after a short period of relaxation, endless confusion comes.

"The second batch of enemies will arrive here in five minutes at most." The clown said again, "This time it's not just the men in black who are coming."

"What about you? What are you going to do next?" Soap asked quickly, "Don't you even need a helper?"

"Until the erosion problem is resolved, I can't guarantee that my sanity will always be in a state of sobriety. It is far more dangerous for you to follow me than to act alone... I will help you lure those guys away, and then you will have to rely on yourself."

The clown paused, and added: "By the way, the other reconnaissance team that split into two groups with you has not been wiped out. There is also a survivor, and her current location is in the East Eighth District. According to the mobile Judging the direction, it will enter the East Seventh District in about two hours...you can find a way to meet her."

"There are survivors in the other team?" Soap was slightly taken aback. He always thought that the team was wiped out without entering the ark. "How do you know? Even you can know the location of that person. Didn’t Zeus know it for sure? If I went to meet up with that person, wouldn’t I be throwing myself into a trap?”

However, the clown didn't answer this time.

Next, no matter what Soap asked, there was no response from the other end of the communicator. It seemed that the clown had turned off or discarded the communicator.

"East Eight District...another survivor." Soap glanced at the direction of the warehouse and muttered, "It's too far from here, it's almost half the ark across... If you walk in a straight line, you even have to wear a After passing the core area, unless I am crazy, I will go to that person, right?"

He climbed over the collapsed wall, walked through the messy living room, and walked into the warehouse again.

The priceless communication equipment of the Alpha civilization has completed its mission, and was smashed into a pile of scrap iron by an unimaginable strange force. As for the clown, he has disappeared.

"Do you really want to go to the East Eighth District?" Soap was hesitating, but there was a strange sound behind an open iron door next to him.

"Who's there?!" Startled, Soap raised his gun and pointed it at the door.

This is the back street of the shop. It is said to be a street, but it is actually just a narrow aisle between the shops and warehouses facing the street.Behind the doors of several shops is their own warehouse. The iron door that makes noise is the warehouse of a store next door that specializes in medieval audio-visual products. Reselling rubbings and replicas of literary relics - some rich people who admire Alpha civilization especially like to buy some Alpha civilization stone tablets or other relics with inscriptions and put them at home as decorations... just like ancient literati They like to hang some calligraphy and paintings on the wall, even if they don't understand the text of Alpha Civilization.

Soap took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the iron gate - he didn't think it was those men in black hiding behind the gate, if it was them, he could just rush out and push himself down, why bother to make a fuss .

Just when Soap raised his foot to kick the door, the iron door automatically opened towards the inside, and a skull-like head poked halfway out, and said anxiously: "Don't kick the door! It's too loud, it will attract those things. Come!"

"Ulrich? Why are you?" Soap put away the gun and asked with a frown, "Didn't you run away?"

"All around... are those things..." Ulrich shook his head, "It's too dangerous, I can only hide here, until now."

"Can you sense the men in black... those guys nearby?" Soap asked.

He originally thought that Ulrich's ability to sense danger could only be used in the underground labyrinth, but he didn't expect that he could still sense the surrounding dangerous factors when he was on the ground.

Then if you take him with you, wouldn't you be able to avoid many dangers in advance?

[PS Thanks for the 100 starting coins rewarded by a rifle. 】

(End of this chapter)