Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 177 177. Escape from Heaven
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, and Rajiv rushed down the stairs with 11 in his arms.

Success is just around the corner. Bring 11 and meet up with the compatriots who came to support you, and you will be able to end your long spy career in the Hawkins Laboratory, and return to the embrace of the motherland with the most valuable experimental product.

Become a hero full of honor and merit.

On that wide, short and serious face, a pair of deep eyes bred hope and joy, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

He missed the black caviar and big Lieba in his hometown more and more.

The footsteps became lighter.

"stop!"

The commanding voice interrupted Rajiv's beautiful vision. He had just arrived at the stairs when a cold muzzle pressed against his left temple.

Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to see a familiar serious and rigid face.

Martin Brenner looked at him coldly, with arrogance, stubbornness and a touch of contempt in his eyes.

"Dr. Brenner, this joke is not funny at all, put the gun down and look at 11, she is injured and unconscious, needs immediate treatment!"

boom.

A flower of blood bloomed on the white research uniform, and Rajiv screamed and fell to the ground, clutching the wound on his left abdomen and gasping for air.

"The hiding is really deep enough. I have worked together for two years. Why didn't I find out that you are a traitor?"

Martin took 11, put the pistol on the back of Rajiv's head, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent,
"Who do you work for and how much do they pay you?"

The man smiled, but his smile was deformed by the throbbing pain of his wound.

"Don't you let 11 monitor us every day? By the way, my name is not Rajiv, my real name is Ivan."

"Damn Sulian people, are you crazy? How dare you launch such a large-scale invasion. You want to start a third world war?"

Ivan shook his head, "Have you forgotten, this is a supernatural competition with its own set of rules."

"The United States only destroyed a laboratory of hundreds of people in my country the year before last, and took the lives of countless compatriots. We didn't even launch a nuclear bomb. This time it was just a small tit for tat, limited to the supernatural field."

Ivan said with great emotion,

"It hasn't always been the case in the past ten years. Whenever one of us is about to make a breakthrough, we will be hit by the other side with a devastating blow, and the results will be scrapped. This cycle is like God letting us stay where we are forever."

Martin was uncommonly silent.

Ivan's expression changed when he saw this,
"Dr. Brenner, to be honest, I have always been honored to work with a talented person like you. You are a peerless genius. Your thoughts and ideas are greater and more advanced than Einstein's."

"And the disaster in 79 has proved that superpowers are greater than what we know, they can break the frontiers of science, turn the impossible into possibility, and they can create miracles that cannot be achieved in another 100 years of scientific and technological development. "

Accident in 79?

Martin's face darkened.

Ivan endured the pain and continued to flatter.

"You will set off a supernatural revolution across the century."

"But you chose the wrong partner. The US government didn't pay attention to your ability and technology, and only used your innovation as a tool to monitor other countries."

"And it has concealed the truth from you. It not only studies the three main projects, but also uses the demon heritage received from World War II to study inhumane biochemical weapons and viruses. Even the Satan of hell is willing to bow down before its evil."

There was deep hatred in Ivan's tone,
"Sooner or later all mankind will suffer from it."

"Now there is an opportunity in front of you, why don't you turn from the dark to the bright and go back to your hometown with me. My motherland will use all resources to support your research."

"Shut up! I'm not interested in jumping from one cesspit to another." A complex look flashed in Martin's eyes, and he held the trigger.

Boom!

An ear-piercing explosion sounded from the lower floors of the building. The huge impact created a small earthquake, the floor of the corridor trembled, and the wall panels of the roof cracked.

"What did you blow up?" Martin's heart beat into his throat,

"The crack created by 11, but it's not just a crack, it's also the key to another world," Ivan said frankly, "but your strategy is too conservative, and you won't make any progress in a few years, so my compatriots help you You speed up."

"If you are willing to cooperate. We will use the energy machine to bombard you next, and let you witness the miracle inside."

"Law! No one can interfere with my research!"

Martin suddenly pulled the trigger in a fit of rage, and the bullet pierced the back of Ivan's head, blasting a mass of red and white bone and flesh against the wall.

Ivan's pupils dilated and he knelt forward. At the last moment of his life, a familiar melody echoed in his mind:
Thousands of troops
galloping on the prairie
day and night
Over the mountains
Boundless
dear motherland

red cavalry

salute you
Boundless
dear motherland

motherland--

He closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

……

blah blah blah…

The fatal crisis aroused Martin's potential. He carried the thin body of the little girl and rushed from the corridor on the left into the empty corridor, and turned around just in front of the shiny steel door of the corner safe house.

Insert the key, enter the password, and pull the handle.

A second mirror-smooth security door inside is revealed.

He was about to knock on the steel door to give a signal, when suddenly a ball of blood burst out from his left shoulder, and with a scream, 11 in his arms fell to his feet, his small face was pale, his eyes closed tightly, like an abandoned doll.

Then a gun was pressed against the back of his neck.

"Doctor, don't move if you don't want to die." A bearded red-faced man walked out of the corridor and warned in fluent English. Another beautiful blond woman picked up 11 on the ground, and then said a few words in Russian to the intercom next to her shoulder. .

The few remaining companions stared at the second airtight steel door, but found that they couldn't even find a handle, keyhole, peephole, or sensing area, just like an indestructible wall.

They tried to pull and push a few times, but nothing happened.

"How to open?"

The red-faced man poked Martin's neck with the muzzle of his gun,
"This door can only be opened from the inside." Martin groaned and held the wound on his shoulder. The bullet passed through the shoulder and missed the key parts. Apart from the pain, it was not too serious.

The red-faced man and the blonde woman exchanged a look,
"Listen, doctor, all scientific researchers are the precious wealth of mankind, and it is a waste to die like this."

"As long as you convince them to come out and surrender, I promise you that you will never touch a hair of them. They will continue to work intact, just in a different location."

"How dare you refuse? We're going to blow up the whole building, and when the time comes, this tortoise shell still has meaning?"

The red-faced man's naked threats made Martin's face even more gloomy, and then he snorted disdainfully, showing an attitude of unwillingness to cooperate.

The big man pointed at his head, turned around and shouted at the door,

"Open the door immediately, or kill him!"

But the researchers on the other side of the gate just huddled together and shivered, not daring to approach the gate.

The big man threatened a few more words and saw no effect, so he angrily swung the butt of his gun and knocked Martin unconscious, ready to drag him away from the door.

But a soldier suddenly ran over from the dark stairway opposite.

His coat was blood-stained, his body was solid, his helmet had bullet holes, and his facial features were blurred by camouflage.

But the same dress.

The pace is fast.

The eyes of the five people couldn't help turning over, and they opened their mouths to greet them, when they saw the man shake his hand lightly.

There was a faint but extreme swishing sound in the ears of the red-faced man. It was the sound of some small object speeding through the air.

Gone in a flash, like a meteor across the sky.

The necks of the three soldiers standing in a row outside the security door instantly split thin lines of blood, and the lines collapsed, hot blood spurted out thinly, and sprayed onto the high ceiling surprisingly.

The red-faced man was horrified and pointed the muzzle of the AK at the opposite soldier, but his fingers trembled too much to pull the trigger, and his vitality quickly disappeared with the broken artery.

He knelt forward, blood slid down his neck and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

With half a breath, the five soldiers outside the security door died, leaving only the last blonde woman, but when the plank flew past her neck, it suddenly lost its kinetic energy and fell to the ground inexplicably.

The beautiful blue eyes of the blond woman stared at the attacker in the distance full of hatred, and the whites of her eyes disappeared in horror, turning into black holes——

Dean had already released his soul from the ghost board in advance to make room, but at this moment he couldn't help but have a distorted illusion.

Time freezes at this moment.

The lights in the entire corridor and around him were absorbed by the woman's dark pupils.

The light became extremely dim.

Something was whispering in the darkness, and a series of strange changes were bred in an instant——

The shadow under Dean's feet came to life, stretched out two slender black arms like matches, grabbed his ankles, and squirmed his ten fingers up against his pants.

The place where he was touched produced a soul-freezing numbness, which quickly spread throughout his body. He couldn't even move his fingers, and he couldn't speak. Even "Shadow" fell into a deep sleep and lost control.

As the hands gradually climbed up, a stick figure with a dark body, slender limbs, and a round head without facial features crawled out of the shadows.

It stretched out its arms and hugged Dean forcefully in its arms. Numerous needle-like holes were cracked on its pitch-black skin, and it sucked greedily, sucking away Dean's mental and physical energy as quickly as a vampire.

At first, Dean only felt biting cold and numbness, but to his horror, these strange feelings quickly disappeared, and he completely lost consciousness, and he could no longer feel the existence of half of his body.

It was as if the stickman had completely taken away a part of his body.

The shadow of the past also rapidly faded and became transparent.

Facing such a weird situation, Dean couldn't even express his anger and helplessness.

An irresistible drowsiness poured a bucket of cement into his brain, his mind was as dull as a dead man, and he couldn't concentrate.

Sleep, sleep, sink into the abyss, never wake up again.

The stickman whispered in his ear.

His cheeks were loose, his expression was blurred, and his heavy eyelids were slowly closing.

……

"Eternal Baphomet branded you!"

When Dean's consciousness was about to be completely wiped out, the familiar loud auditory hallucinations exploded in his mind, as if the light were tearing through the darkness, and Dean bit the tip of his tongue suddenly.

Amidst the fishy sweetness and stinging pain, his stupefied mind regained his sobriety in an instant.

At this critical moment,
Between the blond woman who activated a strange ability and the trapped Dean, the second safety door that had been immobile for thousands of years suddenly opened a crack.

A smoke bomb rolled out of it, the shell exploded, and the thick white smoke turned into a surging sea of ​​clouds, crowding the corridor and blocking the sight of the two.

"Чтозачёрт!"

The woman roared frantically, but lost sight of her eyes, her dark pupils suddenly turned blue, and she was forced to interrupt her ability. She quickly pulled the trigger towards Martin Brenner, who was unconscious at the gate, and Dean beside him. .

But the stickman retracted into the shadow, and Dean escaped from the suffocating embrace, and instinctively called out the "ghost armor", and picked up a gun with all his strength. The position of the woman in the entanglement.

boom!
Bullets pierced flesh and heavy objects fell to the ground.

Dean's chest shook, and the bullet bounced off the shield.

And the woman's smooth forehead was pierced with a blood hole, her eyes widened and she fell to the ground.

You kill Senna, proficiency +5, shooting lv3 (330/400), supernatural hunter activates, you absorb 0.5 spirit, spirit: 18.1→18.6.

……

breathe…

The smoke cleared.

Dean was lying on the ground covered in sweat, panting violently, palpitations and gratitude flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so weak, and it was as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

"What kind of ghost ability is this woman? She is more sinister and cunning than 'Ying'."

If it wasn't for that annoying auditory hallucination that happened to happen, and the people in the safe house happened to make a move, he would have capsized in the gutter.

But now, as the energies drawn by the paranormal hunter continued to regenerate him, the weakness began to fade rapidly.

He stood up tremblingly, mobilized his thoughts to roll the unconscious 11 over, glanced to the side, his face darkened.

Martin Brun, who had been lying at the security gate, was replaced by a dead, bald man.

Where are you going!

Looking into the safe house from the perspective of God, a group of white coats are surrounding Martin to check his injuries - obviously, the bald male researcher at the door blocked the gun for him unfortunately.

Law!

Dean tried to use the power of thought to kill Martin Brenner through the door, but the power of thought couldn't get in at all.

Fortunately, the group of researchers hiding in the steel shell seemed to know nothing about the "infighting" outside the door just now, and they just happened to save Martin!
Dean turned his God's perspective to the bottom of the floor, and a dozen Su Lian soldiers approached this floor along the stairs on both sides in two ways. If he insisted on fighting a bloody way down, the dead Su Lian A person is beyond the reasonable range, and he is 100% exposed.

And above, the multiple steel doors leading to the roof apron were completely locked.

Dean looked at a wall on the side and sensed that the night sky was blown by strong winds outside the wall.

The only way out is here!
He resolutely threw smoke bombs into the corridors on both sides to delay the time, and then took out a block of army green C4 plastic explosives and an M26 grenade from the fantasy space.

The packaging was removed, and one hundred grams of dynamite, which looked like a ball of white chewing gum, was stuck to the wall.

Hold 11 and retreat behind the protective wall at the stairway.

Hold the M26 grenade in your right hand, press its safety tab, and pull out the pull ring at the same time.

Throw forward.

Nianli rolled the grenade and drew a beautiful arc, flying towards C4 who was stuck to the wall.

……

boom!
explosion.

The crimson heat wave licks C4 on the wall.

Boom!

The second largest explosion shakes the entire floor.

The majestic impact tore a hole in the outer wall of the laboratory building, gravel cascaded across half of the corridor, dust covered the lights, and fine particles surged in the air.

At this time, the cold moonlight and the high-altitude cold wind penetrated through the cave.

Dean was shocked by the wind, quickly got up and threw several corpses in the corridor to the hole, and then jumped into the high air outside with 11 on his back.

Under the moonlight, he paused, flew into the depths of the night like a bat, and disappeared.

……

soon.

Major Yuri led a team to arrive. After seeing the hole in the side wall, the corpse at the hole, and the locked steel door of the safe house, he closed his eyes for the dead comrades with grief.

Eyes spewing fire, like a volcano about to erupt,

"Blow the door open for me!"

Another man with glasses shook his head,
"This solid steel door is at least two feet thick. It can't be done in a short time."

At this time, a rush of warning came from the walkie-talkie on Yuri's shoulder. He sighed and picked up the corpse of a comrade-in-arms,

"The laboratory's support is coming soon, everyone is there, retreat immediately!"

……

In the safe house, Martin Brenner, whose wound was bandaged, woke up from a coma. When he opened his eyes, a large number of concerned faces of his colleagues came into view.

He yelled sullenly,
"The Sulian people stole 11 and our treasure, we must take her back!"

(End of this chapter)