death of hope

Chapter 457 "Corporate Warrior" (367) Fighting Each Other

The gunshots echoed in the underground pyramids, and human beings and their creations are fighting for the final fight with their lives.

No one noticed, a ghost, a translucent white ghost, like a white python, wrapped around the ancient stone pillar to watch the battle quietly.

"Thug chug!" The 7.62mm rifle bullet was shot into the skull, and when it came out, it pierced a big hole, transforming the human brain, shattering the bone, and ejecting it together with the implanted AI chip along with the bullet.

"Disgusting!" Lodayev wiped off the sticky stuff on the mask, and finally he was able to see clearly.

"Tired...I really want an iced coffee..." he complained.

Johnny's voice was heard in the distance: "Grenadier! Finish your mission!"

"Received! 30 seconds countdown!"

Lodayev looked left and right, began to confirm whether his teammates were in a safe position, and then pressed the switch. The loud explosion of C15 plastic explosive made his ears ring for a while.

A whole row of training warehouses, together with the unactivated reformers inside, turned into dust,
"Damn! Didn't calculate the explosive equivalent!"

The sarcophagus used as a shelter was overturned by the shock wave of the explosion, which Lodayev did not expect. Half of his body was suppressed and he could not move.

"Hey! Comanche! Help me!"

The door-breaker was standing there, and he was not hunted down by the reformers, and he did hear Lodayev's plea for help.

"Why are you standing still! Come and save me!"

The Comanche corporal glanced in his direction, obviously not thinking here; "Seek luck, Grenadier." Then he turned and ran away.

"Bastard! Wait for me, you boy!"

Lodayev grabbed a piece of gravel helplessly and furiously, and threw it towards Comanche's back. This throw had no meaning other than to vent his anger, but instead attracted the attention of a reformer, who crawled towards him.

"What the hell, do I want to confess here?!"

Lodayev struggled hard, and finally pulled out a leg. His RPK light machine gun was firmly pressed by the heavy sarcophagus lid, and he was already unable to shoot for self-defense. He watched the red electronic eyes of the reformer approaching him.

"Hongye! Come and save me!" He pulled out a bomb from his armed belt.

When the reformed man's arm bounced off the jackknife and stabbed towards his neck, Lodayev closed his eyes, opened the safety cover of the bomb, and prepared to die together.

Something splashed on the helmet visor, he opened his eyes, and saw half of the charred intestines, and half a smoking artificial lung hanging on his helmet,

Stretching out his hand to open it, he found that the modified man had been divided into two pieces, both of which were on fire, obviously hit by a large-caliber explosive incendiary warhead, and the sharp folding knife was stuck between the body armor and the helmet, almost piercing himself of the carotid artery.

"Phew... It's so dangerous, I burped my fart within a few centimeters... Is it you, Hongye."

"Sorry, it was a rough old man who saved you, not a beautiful woman, I let you down~"

"Bowman?!" Lodayev recognized the voice of the rookie sniper: "Brother, I owe you my life. Did you see where that bastard Comanche went?"

"Don't talk about anything else, let's get you out first."

Someone started to pull the broken stones on his body, and grabbed the pull cord of the body armor; "1...2...3, let's go!" He was pulled out from under the stone.

"Your RPK light machine gun has its air tube broken, so it can't be used anymore. Here you are."

Something flew by, and Lodayev caught it. It was a Glock 3000 automatic pistol with an extended magazine.

Green Bowman squatted and hid behind the stone pillar, holding a strange rechargeable rifle in his hand, which was obviously picked up from the corpse of the cyborg.

"The explosive incendiary bomb is really powerful, and it exploded in two."

"Why don't you take the high ground, where's your sniper rifle?"

"Throw it away, it's too bulky to escape, and those modified people are as nimble as a fucking gibbon. They can't calm down and shoot at all, so they can only switch to mobile combat."

"A sniper without a precision rifle...Look at this crap in your hand, tsk tsk, a rechargeable rifle, even dogs don't need it."

"Don't push me, it's good to have some use."

"This wave of offensive is fierce enough. Everyone has been scattered and can only fight on their own."

"We need to meet up with our teammates as soon as possible. By the way, you just asked me what Comanche means."

"What the hell! Don't mention that grandson! If you mention it, I will get angry!" Lodayev scolded: "Seeing that I was crushed by a stone, I was desperate to save myself. I just wanted to run for my life. If I found it, I had to interrupt him." His legs!"

"I think...it's not as simple as running for your life."

"How to say?"

"Remember, we found a hard disk with undeleted data in the meeting room, which contained a large amount of psionic research data. That kind of loot should be carried by our hacker Xiaoxia, and he did so, and collected it. In the tactical bag."

"and then?"

"I just went down to the salt mine. When everyone saw the ghost of the salt man panicking, I saw that Comanche wanted to take advantage of the chaos and unzip Xiaoxia's tactical bag. Maybe he wanted to steal the hard drive or something else. I'm not sure, so I didn't mention it."

"Is there such a thing?"

"That guy has a problem, he is sneaky, maybe he betrayed us a long time ago."

"That's not enough... I think that Comanche kid is just a little better and a little timid."

"You still don't believe it?"

Green Bowman put one hand on his chest, exaggerating, like a drunkard who swears:

"I'm going to tell you a lie, you'll be a sheep for the rest of your life! You won't be able to get up again!"

"Okay, okay, there's no need to make such a poisonous oath, I just have to believe you, you must have a solution, right?"

"The radio station has been interfered by psychic energy. We must use the most primitive method, relying on our mouths, to warn our teammates one by one. Once Comanche is found, we must quickly control him."

(End of this chapter)