death of hope

Chapter 456 "Corporate Warrior" (366) Strong Enemy

Everyone showed their bravery, and the team smoothly advanced to the stone platform area in the center of the main tomb.
I don't know whether it was because of the heavy damage, or because of the order of Young Master Lai Sheng, the reformed troops stopped attacking and waited for an opportunity in the dark.

The stone platform of the main tomb is a vast area, where you can see archaeological work, spiritual energy research, a large number of professional equipment left by people who assembled and transformed people, and traces of life left by dozens of scientists living here.
The tents and sleeping bags of the researchers were scattered all over the place, surrounded by boxes of Watsons (Watsons) drinking water and cans of SPAM ham, and even two Nestle cabinet-style automatic coffee machines, which seemed to be ready for long-term living Prepare.

Dense fiber optic cables are connected to large electronic devices of unknown use. Surrounding huge statues and ornately carved sarcophagi, workers used steel pipes and carbon fiber plates to build many construction scaffolds. on the ground.

The head of the god statue was also violently removed and placed in a special spectral analysis instrument, surrounded by a thick stack of research materials.

Shaft was thirsty, so he unscrewed a bottle of lemon soda, gulped it down, and wiped his mouth: "This is what researcher Shuichi Sakamoto mentioned, the residence of Umbrella's second research team."

"Look at what these guys did. They dug the grave for the salt man, and the head of the god was smashed. This is not archaeology, this is barbaric plunder."

"So they got their retribution, and they all lay in the sacrificial pit over there."

"It's like a group of cursed tomb robbers, poor and hateful guys."

"Looking at these research materials, no matter what kind of shit Panasonic Lai Sheng is tinkering with, there must be some progress."

"Um, do you smell it? It smells like a mixture of rotting meat and poor-quality motor oil."

"It smells so disgusting."

"Look this way."

Following Oleg's tactical lights, people found two large tents stained with blood,

Open the curtain, see the blood-stained operating table, step on the ground and feel sticky feet, kick open the lid of the metal trash can, and see human organs and stumps, some of which have begun to rot, mixed with some sticky circuits boards, and scrapped prosthetic modification parts.

Green Bowman pinches a severed, blackened finger, and carefully examines the barcode sprayed on the nail cap:

"This batch of reformers was made hastily."

"Ouch!" Comanche retched, pinching his nose: "I'm going to vomit."

Looking at the blackened severed finger in Bowman's hand, Marcus Lynch thumped in his heart. He walked over tremblingly, picked up the metal bucket, dumped the human remains and prosthetic body parts on the ground, bent down and tied it with a chain. Saw the bayonet and rummaged carefully:

"Stumps of adults, no children..." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brothers, come here! I found a whole row of constant temperature cultivation chambers, and there are dormant reformers inside."

Lodayev pressed his ear to the glass of the culture chamber: "Bang bang, the sound of a pacemaker."

"Do you think these are human beings or mechanical people?"

"Not counting, this is a more advanced thing, a genetically modified body, equipped with a large number of electronic parts, using AI chips to control the biological brain, equipped with electronic muscle bundles, stronger than humans and tireless, possessing what robots lack creativity."

"This thing has a soul, can it go to heaven?"

"Your question belongs to theological category, if the beard is still there..."

Wang Hongye shook her head: "Don't mention the big beard, okay?"

Shaft sighed: "Actually... I miss him too, I miss his rustic accent."

"What to do with these Frankensteins?" Bowman asked.

(Note: Frankenstein, "Frankenstein", the first science fiction novel of mankind, is used here to refer to artificial man)

"Leave it to the scientists," Comanche suggested.

"No, No, No, dead cyborgs are good cyborgs." Johnny Blazer said in a grim tone; "The best way to kill birds of prey is to crack eggs before they hatch. shell."

"Understood, old company commander."

Oleg raised his eyebrows at Lodayev. The latter understood, pasted C15 plastic explosives on the constant temperature cultivation chamber, and then connected the detonator and receiver.

"Prepare to detonate, be careful of fragments splashing."

His suggestion was not adopted, Comanche seemed to lose his temper, glared at Johnny, turned his head and left.

When everyone was away from the explosion radius area, Marcus Lynch staggered and knelt down on one knee, took off his helmet with both hands, revealing a sweaty face, panting heavily.

"What's the matter, boss, are you uncomfortable?"

"Some voice, whispering to me..."

"Who?"

"do not know……"

Lynch's eyelids began to twitch wildly, his facial muscles twitched, and he unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Everyone looked at each other and said in their hearts: (Is there a hallucination?)

After taking half a bottle of antidepressants, Lynch's symptoms still did not improve, and he said to himself:
"It's strange, the sound doesn't go through the ears, it goes directly to the brain, and I see certain images."

Shaft became worried: "Boss looks bad."

"Give him another shot?" Oleg began to hesitate.

Lynch immediately retorted: "No need! I'm clear-headed."

He held his head in his hands, his expression was painful, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were bleeding:

"The way to enter the pyramid, using a dagger to pry the mechanism in the crevice of the stone, is what this voice told me..."

"What do you mean?"

Wang Hongye wanted to help him wipe the blood, but when he got closer, he realized that a translucent white shadow shrouded Lynch like a thin silk screen curtain, which looked quite strange.

Shaft took a step back in fright: "Aiyo!"

Others noticed too: "What the hell!?"

Only Johnny Blazer remained calm: "Don't be afraid, it's the energy body of the Salt Man."

"This place is really evil! There are lonely ghosts everywhere!"

"What is the salt man doing... whispering to the boss?"

"Hey! You alien bastard, did you hear that? Let go of my buddy!" Oleg raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed the red dot sight at the shadow attached to Lynch's back, and rested his finger on the trigger.

"Forget it, Oleg." Johnny held the muzzle of the gun and pressed it down: "That's pure energy body life, do you think the bullet can eliminate the smoke?"

"Then what to do, Brother Lynch looks very painful."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. In this world, living people are much more terrifying than ghosts," Johnny said, smoking a cigar, "Put down the gun, and use random actions to harm him. Let's just wait and see what happens."

The psionic detector carried by Uzuki Shimizu issued a "dididi" alarm sound, and the pointer swung back and forth greatly:
"It's strange, I've never seen an instrument like this, it seems to be a malfunction, or the value has exploded."

"What does this ghost think, is it an enemy or a friend?"

"There is no way to judge. We are not spiritual talents, so we can't see what he is expressing."

Lynch's pain lasted for about half a minute. Everyone saw him start to inhale and exhale, rub his eyes, stand up tremblingly, his legs trembled, and his movements were as slow and slow as a centenarian.

"Look! That white shadow...disappeared!"

Wang Hongye rushed up to support him: "Boss!"

"I am fine."

Oleg patted him on the shoulder: "Tell me, buddy, what is the ghost of the salt man whispering in your ear?"

"I heard it... No, to be precise, I saw it..." Lynch wiped his cheeks with a tissue and spit bloody saliva:
"The salt man just now, the one attached to my back, is the owner of this pyramid tomb."

"Ah?! This..." Everyone was shocked.

Lynch raised his arm and pointed to a carving on the stele. It was a scene of some kind of grand ceremony. A saltman nobleman in gorgeous clothes sat on a sedan-like vehicle and was worshiped by many saltmen:
"The last queen of the Salt People, Noca Sicilet. (Chapter 359)" Lynch's tone didn't look like he was joking at all.

"What did she say?" Wang Hongye's eyes widened.

Green Bowman said with a smile: "She said, give the old lady the whole human flesh."

"Hey! New here! Don't make trouble!" Lodayev scolded with a smile.

"She's begging me for help." Lynch wiped away the blood, threw away the tissue, and gradually recovered: "She begged me to drive that tomb robber out of the pyramid..."

"Huh?! This plot... I seem to have seen it somewhere. What kind of treasure will the Queen of the Saltman reward us, a bag of rock salt?"

"Shut up, Bowman."

"Tomb robber..." Oleg looked at the scaffolding next to him, then at the opened stone coffin, and at the salt man mummy that was taken out and placed on the ground.

"The grave robber refers to Lai Sheng Matsushita."

"Be careful! Sniper!"

Marcus Lynch didn't even know why he suddenly shouted,

Ever since he awakened his psychic talent, some kind of super sense has always helped him out of danger,
He held down Oleg and forcibly overloaded the shield again regardless of the pain in his body.
An anti-materiel sniper rifle bullet hit the energy shield, and the energy exceeding [-] joules created a violent ripple. If the shot was fired, the power armor would not be able to hold it.

"Brother, are you not injured..." Oleg was frightened into a cold sweat.

"Don't worry, the shield can handle it completely."

Johnny looked around: "The cyborg is back! Ready to fight!"

Some rustling black shadows approached the stone platform, the scale was not as good as before,
"Five o'clock direction! Above!"

Lynch sent out a reminder with his super senses. Green Bowman found the location where the opponent was hiding, set up a sniper rifle on the sarcophagus, and blasted the cyber ninja's head. A burst of blood sprayed from the scope.

"Ha! That's it?" Bowman triumphantly pulled the bolt, and the bullet casings clattered to the ground.

"Look at you!"

"No, the firepower of the reformers has weakened a lot."

"I'm almost dead."

"11 o'clock direction! Three!!"

Lynch couldn't take care of everyone. Although the remaining reformers were few, their intensity was high, and everyone fell into a hard fight.

The speed of the cyber ninja was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the samurai Okada Yoshinobu was stabbed with a sharp weapon, and the other samurai had just pulled out his katana when his head slipped off his neck.

"Senior brother!"

Uzuki Shimizu, full of grief and indignation, picked up the SMG submachine gun and swiped at the cyber ninja. After changing the magazine, he swiped again.

The bullet couldn't touch the swift black figure at all, "Hee hee hee..." The other party's mocking laughter was mixed with human female voices and electronic noises.

Uzuki Shimizu put down the submachine gun, drew his sword and roared:

"バカNinJA! 出てこい!"

(Bastard ninja! Come out!)
The lingering laughter of the cyber ninja seemed strange and terrifying. He threw four shurikens in a row, but they were all blocked by the katana, and fell to the ground with a "clang clang clang".

(A lot of strength!)
Uzuki Shimizu was amazed by the force of the shuriken, his arms were numb from the shock, and he realized that he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
As a martial idiot, he was not afraid but excited, hoping to have a real sword duel, so he signed up for himself according to the rules of bushido.

"Tokyo Dojo, Satsuma shows off, eighth dan, Uzuki Shimizu!"

The cyber ninja, tall and well-built, came out of the shadows and responded:
"Iga-ryu ninja... Noriko Nishikawa... see you..."

(End of this chapter)