I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 218 No Heroes
Corpse, corpse, or corpse, Tang Ji almost stepped on the corpse on the ground and crossed this path. It seemed that a massacre had taken place here. Among the corpses were soldiers and more civilians.

There were no injuries on the surface of these people's bodies, and their expressions were not so ferocious. It seemed that they had been attacked by some kind of unexpected attack.

Such as poisonous gas, or toxic radiation.

Tang Ji knocked on his helmet. It might be that a certain chip was burned out, but there was still no response. This thing should have automatically detected the surrounding gas environment to switch to the fully enclosed mode.

But now it obviously couldn't complete its work, and the one-piece eyepiece that was out of power also blocked Tang Ji's sight in the dark.

Tang Ji sighed, hung his high-end goods on the backpack, picked up the second-hand goods from a soldier's corpse, and a gas mask that looked older than himself.

The re-intensified gunshots were only a few tens of meters away from Tang Ji, and the screams whistling past from time to time were planning to clean up the fixed firepower points in District [-].

Avalon, this name was specially marked by Mikkelsen, a very powerful superhuman. Mikkelsen even believed that Avalon was stronger than greed simply by simply competing in combat power.

It's just that his ability is too single. Without the spear, he is just a stronger man than ordinary people. There are too many ways to kill him.

But now, Tang Ji witnessed the powerful side of Avalon with his own eyes. He suddenly heard a series of explosions above his head, and the whole building began to crumble.

In the next second, the intense firepower in front of him came to an abrupt end. Tang Ji didn't waste any time, and quickly bypassed the building with the sound of bricks and debris falling from the building.

This time, he saw the two sides in the exchange of fire, one side was a desperate gunman, and the other side were three ferocious superhumans.

They were too easy to distinguish. The superhuman closest to Tang Ji was only wearing a pair of pants, and his upper body was covered with symbolic tattoos. The ominous light was constantly shuttling along the tattoos, which looked very dangerous.

Sure enough, with a superhuman roar, a purple light was gathered by him from the place where the tattoo lines on his chest gathered, and fired out.

It was a purple beam of light with a diameter of more than twenty centimeters. As the superhuman moved slightly, all the soldiers who were directly hit by the light fell down without a sound.

The counterattack of the soldiers became meaningless in front of the umbrella-shaped shield held up by another female superhuman.

Whenever the tattooed man shines again, the woman will close the shield tacitly, and an armored warrior wearing metal armor and holding a sword and shield stands silently beside the tattooed man, protecting him in this gap.

The bullets fired by a few brave men took advantage of this gap, and under the protection of armored warriors, they became meaningless.

Piu! Piu!

Tang Ji hid in the corner and fired two shots from behind. The first shot pierced the tattooed man's temple from the left side. His brain tissue turned into pus and splashed all over the floor.

The second shot passed through the left side of the chest, piercing through the entire chest cavity, including the right hand of the tattooed man. Those tattoos on his body were like a flashlight full of electricity, suddenly bursting out with a strong light, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight.

"It's a horse!" Aware of a certain crisis, Tang Ji closed his eyes almost at the moment when all this happened, and blocked the reinforced cloak in front of him.

The thick layer of paint on the cloak of mimicry was heated and melted as if facing the sun, and Tanguy could even hear the sound of the layer of paint slowly sliding down the substrate.

The gray-black flame became active inside the cloak, attached to the surface of Tang Ji's body, and then quickly spread to the back of the cloak.

All this was over within two seconds. When Tang Ji lifted the cloak, the place where the tattooed man had stood was nothing but scorched blackness, and the armored warrior was still guarding him.

It's just that the entire armor is burned red, like a huge cigarette butt in the dark night, and the disgusting smell of meat keeps wafting out from the observation hole of the helmet.

The female superhuman fell five meters away, half of her clothes had melted and mixed with flesh and blood. The tenacious vitality of the superhuman allowed her to breathe, but that was all.

Her facial features have been fused together, her lens has disappeared, and she has been deprived of even the right to utter pain.

Tang Ji didn't let her continue to suffer, and took out the prelude to solve the pain for her.

To Tang Ji's regret, on the side of the Taha gang, he did not find a living victim. The tattooed man died in the last light and killed all the survivors.

Even if someone hid behind reinforced concrete, he was not spared. Obviously, that kind of light did not rely solely on heat to cause damage. Tang Ji's vengeful flames nullified for him the part that was not so 'common sense'.

There were a total of 35 identifiable corpses on the simple position, but without a working communication device or a map, Tang Ji could only continue on the road and try to find other guides.

Tang Ji glanced back at the separation wall in the distance. He knew that he could not get the fire support of the sniper team for the time being. Shadow's experimental electromagnetic sniper rifle could not survive the disaster. It was a luxury for them to even get in touch now. .

On the other side, Ogona has entered this mysterious underground world along the underground passage. The environment here is just like the surface of the thirteenth district, still the wasteland style.

The metal walls are patchworked of various scrap metals, and there is only one explosion-proof lamp at a distance of several meters. The only three-meter-wide passage is divided into two halves by a narrow rail.

On both sides of the passage are small grids of only a few square meters, and the materials separating these grids are different.

Ogna saw a family of three gathered around the electric stove in the cubicle, boiling hot water, and disinfecting the bloody bandages. The materials they used to separate the room from their neighbors were two spring beds and half a fishing net.

On the other side, a fat man with a big belly had already blocked the entrance of the cubicle with a greasy wooden table, and skillfully took out an iron cage from under the table. mouse.

The butcher knife and iron hook hung on the table by the big belly man make his profession self-evident, and the material he used as the wall was two real brick walls.

Ogona held back her nausea, she didn't want to know where the mice ended up, she just quickened her pace and continued to move forward.

Apparently the people here are no strangers to the underground, and they have even divided their territory here.

At this time, Ogona heard the creaking sound coming from behind, and hurriedly moved herself close to the direction of the cubicle like other passers-by.

An electric drive that looked like a small coal mine truck was just passing through the crowd.

The driver of this small electric train is an eleven or twelve-year-old child, with a trace of excitement on his face, obviously in his eyes, what happened above is not as important as his being able to drive the train.

A long line of carriages was filled with food and water, and children the same size as the driver threw an equal amount of food to the owner of each cubicle as the train passed through the cubicles.

As for those unoccupied cubicles, no one paid attention to them.

Ogona followed the little train quickly. Because of the distribution of supplies, she didn't drive fast, and there would be other children climbing onto the train along the way. Obviously, their goal was deeper in the underground world.

She just followed the train for 15 minutes, passing a total of 270 pairs of cubicles, of which [-] and nine cubicles were occupied by people.

Ogna roughly estimated the population. Nearly 500 people have lived in this section of the underground corridor. If you don't care about its shabby appearance, this place can definitely be regarded as a qualified underground bunker.

It is even divided into different areas by sealed doors just like the interior of the submarine!
At the end of the underground corridor, she saw a round airtight door with a diameter of [-] meters, and Ogna immediately realized that the scale of this place was far larger than she imagined.

Armed soldiers stood guard in front of the seals. They were obviously familiar with the little train driver, and they smiled and asked him if he had finished distributing all the supplies.

Ogna knew that even if there was a monitoring system here, it must have been damaged in the previous EMP attack, so she didn't worry that she would be discovered by peeping at the guards and sealed doors, but just pretended to be interested in the items for sale in a cubicle, Continue to think about how you can get to the next area.

She has checked all four hundred cubicles here, Lindsay and Wang Zhengdao are not here, and neither is that cunning woman.

Ogona looked at the body of the little train, and then at her own size. Obviously, the Taha Gang used children to drive it for a reason.

Unless the guards were all blind, there was no way that Orgona could get herself into that truck without being spotted.

"You've just come here not long ago?" The owner of the grid room is a fair and clean man who doesn't fit in with the environment here.

Ogona just nodded without saying a word, and the man continued: "Have you killed someone? Very good, I think we can help each other."

"Want to go in?" The man glanced at the airtight door that was opening, and then at Ogona: "I don't care who you are, or what you want to do when you go in, I just want you to know that I can let you go in."

"What do you want?" Ogona looked at this strange man and felt a little familiar, so she asked back: "You seem to be a smart person, and a smart person should pretend to be stupid at this time."

"Don't be nervous, I've just arrived, but I have a way in." The man shrugged and said nonchalantly, "When I came down just now, a superhuman with wings descended from the sky and captured the person in front of me. , It was thrown down from the sky, it’s really miserable”

The man curled his lips, apparently not caring about the danger just now: "I guess it won't take long for those superhumans to find the underground entrance here, those doors and gunmen can't stop them, for my safety, I Gotta keep going."

"So? Why do you want to help me?" Ogona asked again, and she began to be interested in this man.

"I need a bodyguard, and you seem to be an elite character in this industry." The man pointed to the position of Ogona's hand: "Your behavior and habits are exactly the same as my previous bodyguards. Being able to protect me makes me feel more secure."

"You guessed it right, but how can I believe that you can take me in?" Ogona now knew why she saw him familiar, gritted her teeth and said, "Naturalized, Marcin Cooper!"

"No response, no response at all!" The saint kept checking his communicator and helmet, but they all died peacefully.

Shadow didn't speak, he just caressed his Iceburst sniper rifle silently. The heavy texture and brushed surface all proved its noble blood.

But now, the gun was lifeless in his arms, no longer as ferocious as it once was.

Not only that, but the shadow's prosthetic eye also flashed a spark from time to time, although he had suffered this kind of loss once before, and specially focused on the direction of anti-electromagnetic interference when replacing the new prosthetic eye.

But the size of this precision prosthesis is limited, and its anti-interference ability has a limit. The EMP attack of that scale just now has obviously exceeded its tolerance limit.

Fortunately, the backup system of the prosthetic eye can continue to work, but compared with the main system, this is like the difference between a discrete graphics card and an integrated graphics card.

At this time, the world in the eyes of Shadow is only black and white, and the edges and corners of objects are also full of rough mosaics, and a snowflake will flash from time to time.

This gap caused the brain receiving the image signal from the prosthetic eye to protest constantly, and the waves of dizziness made Shadow feel nauseous, and he restrained this physiological reaction entirely by willpower.

"You don't look well, were you injured when you landed?" The saint finally noticed the strangeness of the shadow: "Let me see what medicine I have here."

"I'm fine." Shadow shook his head vigorously, but this action almost made him lose his sense of balance. He knew that now was not the time to be brave. As a sniper, calmness and rationality have always been his strengths.

"My prosthetic eye has also been affected, so I can't continue to perform tasks." Shadow's tone was not as calm as he had imagined, but he still said: "The sniper team is now officially disbanded, and you can turn into an assaulter to join the head. Stand by here."

"What?" Saint is a non-professional player who became a monk after all. He was a little nervous when faced with this sudden situation, but he quickly adapted: "I see, are you okay here?"

"No one will notice me." Shadow sorted out his equipment, took off all offensive equipment and handed it to Saint: "Your first task now is to find the head, can you finish it?"

"No problem, I know how to find him." The saint smiled a little excitedly, and loaded his gun: "If you shoot in Nali, you can find him wherever you are!"

"That's what I mean!" Shadow nodded: "Be careful, the head is different from us, we are much weaker than him, protect yourself, don't be a hero!"

"Where is the hero?" The saint stood on the fence of the separation wall, showing off his balance. Even in a fully armed state, he still walked on the ground: "Don't forget, we are internationally certified terrorists !"

After finishing speaking, the saint jumped back like diving, fell into the quick-reaction gel, then waved his hand at the shadow, and quickly moved towards the interior of the thirteenth district.

　PS: It’s the long holiday again. You can’t go home to worship your ancestors due to the epidemic. You can only worship online. The epidemic has become more and more serious recently. I hope all book friends protect themselves and their families

　　
　
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