Alien Relic Hunter.

"No... I must be dreaming, this must be a dream!" 33 murmured, "This task has already been completed... I survived, I didn't die... I clearly remember that I waited for the reinforcements, I left the Prism Basin on a high-speed battleship, and I can even remember the hull number of that battleship..."

Even though 33 firmly believed that he was in a dream, facing the tide of young rats, he still chose to retreat and pulled the trigger.

The extremely real recoil comes from the butt, hitting the shoulder blade of the 33-this zero-one assault rifle has also undergone explosive modification. Although the caliber has not changed, the barrel and bolt are all made of high-purity nylon. Made of Nuo alloy, the propellant charge of the ammunition equipped is three times that of conventional ammunition, and the recoil force is astonishingly large. It is specially prepared to deal with those rough-skinned and thick-skinned radiation creatures living in the Prism Basin.

The bullet fell into the group of rats, and the bright red pieces of meat immediately scattered like an explosion... After 33 poured out all the twenty rounds of a whole magazine, the ground in front of him was already covered with a layer of uneven thickness. The minced meat, and even the top of the tent were stuck with a few sections of bloody intestines. The smell of stench mixed with the smell of gunpowder permeated the semi-closed space.

Due to the extremely high density of rat swarms, this magazine killed at least fifty rats, but compared with the total number of rats, fifty rats were not even a fraction——the inside of a light corpse There was no room for so many mice to hide, and 33 suddenly found that more mice came out from the shadowy corners of the tent and gathered in the group of mice.

He quickly changed the magazine, backed up while shooting, and quickly pushed to the door of the tent.

"Why are there so many?" 33 felt that something was wrong, he clearly remembered that the research team only brought about two hundred mice, and the number of mice coming out now is at least thousands...

Even if artificial breeding was carried out in the later stage of the experiment, and the surviving individuals were mated to give birth to new pups, more than 33% of the female mice injected with the reduced serum gave birth to stillbirths, and those that survived were all with serious injuries. Defective deformity, life is not long at all... [-] I vaguely remember hearing two researchers chatting and mentioning that healthy young mice are even rarer than the generation of benign mutant mice.

Then where did these thousands of young rats come from?
If he wanted to know the answer, he might have to run against the rats to the depths of the tent to check the incubators for the mice, but there was a voice in 33's head telling him: don't escape this place now, There will be no chance later.

Not to mention the generation of little white mice that survived successfully, these young mice alone have terrifying destructive power.Their sharp teeth and claws can easily bite through and tear apart the protective clothing made of high-strength polymers and wire mesh clips. The fabric strength of this protective clothing is much higher than that of human flesh.

Thinking that the researcher who turned into a skeleton might have been gnawed into a skeleton from the inside out by the young rats that got into his body, 33 felt his scalp tingle, and he didn't dare to let these young rats get close to him.

Even though he could stomp several of them to death with one foot, more baby rats would climb up his legs as he stomped... Before long, he would become like that researcher.

33 I regret that I only brought an assault rifle and a few magazines with me when I came out. To deal with such a group of rats, things like incendiary bombs are the best to use. All you need is a fire wall half a meter high. It can completely separate these little people-eating things from itself.

Thinking of this, 33 suddenly had a thought, opened the tent door and ran out, and ran to an armored off-road vehicle parked at the door.

When he opened the rear hatch of the off-road vehicle, more than a dozen barrels of gasoline were neatly arranged in the cargo hold. Before he could think about it, 33 took out two barrels and threw them towards the door of the tent.

Before the petrol barrel hit the ground, it was hit by a bullet in mid-air. With a loud noise and a burst of scorching air waves, the raging fire immediately sealed the entrance and exit of the tent, and the rats that rushed out were immediately swallowed by the flames. They let out sharp screams, and rolled desperately on the ground... But all of this was useless, rolling couldn't extinguish the flames on their bodies, it would only stain more burning gasoline... These mice soon became carbonized The black wreckage and the strong burnt smell could even pass through the filter element of the breathing mask and reach 33's nasal cavity.

As for whether the fire would spread to the entire tent and burn up the painstaking efforts of these researchers over the past few months, that was beyond 33's control at this time.

The crisis in front of him was temporarily lifted, and 33 couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but before his heart rate calmed down, his whole body tensed up again.

Because he found that the intense gunfire just outside the camp had disappeared.

When did the gunfire stop?Was it after he entered the tent that was used as a laboratory, or when he found the researcher's body and those mice?
No... If the sound disappeared at that time, I should have noticed it... It should be that when I shot myself just now, the gunshots inside and outside the tent were mixed together. When the gunshots inside the tent stopped, the gunshots outside the tent The gunshots also disappeared, so I didn't notice the abnormality in the first place.

Already done?The things that attacked the camp were wiped out?
But... why is the whole camp so quiet, not even a single human voice?
Logically speaking, after the battle is over, the commander and the captains of each team should count the number of people and battle losses in time... instead of being so quiet that there is only the whistling wind in their ears as it is now.

From waking up to now, except for the researcher who was gnawed into a skeleton by a mouse, 33 has not seen anyone... It seems that he is the only living person left in this camp.

"This can't really be just a dream, can it?" He tried to recall his previous memories, but found that those memories became more and more blurred, and those unclear pictures seemed to fall into a deep In the pool, it kept sinking and was gradually engulfed by darkness.

He reached into the inner pocket of the protective suit, and his fingers touched a cold bullet, which was a "special armor-piercing bullet" he just took out from the magazine... But he no longer remembered why he took this bullet Take it out.

At that time, I seemed to want to verify something... But, what is it?

The more 33 recalled, the more he felt that his brain was in chaos... It was as if those mice got into his brain, and in just a few minutes, his memory was gnawed into incomparable incompleteness.

33 I always feel that I am in a dream, but the problem is that this dream is so real, whether it is the picture, temperature, smell, touch... everything is the same as the real.

Why do I feel like this is a dream?A question mark popped up in his head.

33 I remembered a story handed down from the old era. The name of the story later became an idiom called "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly". After waking up from the dream, he fell into deep thought—did Zhuang Zhou dream that he became a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream that he became Zhuang Zhou?

33 felt that he had also fallen into such a state of self-doubt.

He decided to do a simple test——

Many people say that you can't feel pain in dreams; or that severe pain can wake you up from your dreams...

He rolled up the sleeves of the protective suit and the training suit, exposing a section of his arm.

When the cold wind blows, a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on the exposed arms... But this is not the most real, 33 can even feel the slight tingling sensation on the skin, as if there are countless needles thinner than fine hair It's the same as stabbing him.

This is because the radiation concentration in the Prism Basin is extremely high. Exposure to such an environment will quickly cause skin lesions... ranging from redness, swelling, blisters, and peeling to severe cases that directly dissolve the entire skin, and even evolve into skin cancer. .

The moment he exposed his arm, 33's heart skipped a beat—such a realistic radiation effect, shouldn't dreams be able to simulate it?

But he still gritted his teeth, put the tip of the dagger on his arm, and pressed down gently.

Pain immediately came from the place where the tip of the dagger pierced, and the bright red blood was also squeezed out. 33 was so excited that he immediately pulled out the dagger that had been pierced by about half a centimeter.

"It's real...not a dream." He panted heavily, and he didn't even have time to deal with the wound on his arm immediately.

"I'm still in the Prism Basin... The mission has not been completed... The reinforcement warships have not arrived... I have not been able to leave safely... I am still trapped in this damn camp..." 33's breathing gradually became heavy, and he seemed to become Back then, the young soldier stood in the deadly silent camp, looking around in fear.

Everything he could see was blocked by the tent, and 33 had no idea what was going on outside, only the burning flames not far away were crackling in the wind, and the flames continued to lick the scorched remains of the rats.

"Maybe... I should go to a commanding height and see what happened in the camp..." 33 said to himself, but he turned around, but found that there was no watchtower in any direction. trace.

Although in this era, the main surveillance method of field camps is to rely on drones staying in the sky, but in the harsh field environment, the reliability of drones is a big problem, and the traditional method has not been completely abandoned. ——All camps with a size of more than 20 people, even if there is only one tent, must have a high tower for sentries to look out according to the "Field Corps Field Marching and Garrison Regulations". It can also be assembled with modular building materials carried with the army. In short, it must be there, and someone must be on duty 24 hours a day.

It is impossible for a camp like this to not even have a sentry tower!

33 tried to recall the scene when the camp was established, but he couldn't remember whether they had built the sentry tower at that time. Instead, the more he thought about it, the more headache and confusion he got.

Even if a soldier wants to be lazy, he will definitely be forced by the squad leader or the commander to build a guard tower—unless it is absolutely necessary, no one can violate this "Code."

Could it be that the sentry tower was demolished?Or was it dumped by some accident?
33 thought about it, and decided to give up the idea of ​​looking for the sentry tower. Instead, he climbed to the nearest tent to see the situation in the camp. Anyway, these tents are strong enough, and there is a skeleton made of steel pipes inside, supporting a fully armed The weight of the soldiers is more than enough.

But just when he was about to take a step, he found that the soles of his feet were sticky. He looked down and saw that the place where he was standing had turned into a small puddle about one centimeter deep... No , small blood pool.

"Blood?!"

The corner of 33's eyes twitched, and he immediately looked down at his arm, only to see that the blood from the wound was continuously flowing out, continuously dripping into the puddle of blood along his elbow...

"impossible?!"

33's brain stopped thinking for a moment, but the first conclusion he came to after recovering was that it was impossible—not to mention how such a small wound bleeds out so much blood in just ten seconds Yes, this lethal amount of blood loss alone is enough to cause him to go into shock... not only the shock, even if he puts his whole body into the juicer, his body alone cannot squeeze out so much blood.

But now 33 not only didn't faint, even the feeling of fatigue and collapse was not very obvious.

If the blood is not his own, whose is it?
He looked around again, and found that there were countless blood "streams" on the ground of the surrounding tent. These streams meandered, but they all converged at his feet in the end. This is how this small blood pool was formed.

Is it someone else's blood? !
Is everyone in the camp dead?
33's heart was beating like a drumstick. He bent his body, raised his gun, and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar environment around him like a frightened bird.

No... this doesn't seem to be the Prism Basin...

Those tents made 33 feel familiar, but this sense of familiarity was very confusing... He remembered that the camp in the Prism Basin used semi-permanent buildings. The barracks are all built with composite panels. Except for the first two days of camping with tents, there should be no tents in the entire camp!

"I'm not in Prism Basin? Then where am I?"

There was a rustling sound of friction, followed by the second and third... These sounds came from different directions, and they surrounded 33 in the middle.

Those things are constantly approaching, getting closer.