Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 28: Thousands of people died, and they were all killed.

At this moment, everyone felt as if the invisible hand of fate had gripped their throats tightly, and even their breathing became cautious.

The presentation of such a scene that subverts logical cognition makes it seem as if one is in a dream that is both real and illusory.

I was at a loss and unable to break free.

The same emotion surged in the hearts of countless ordinary people at the same time.

That was similar to what Lin Chen had personally experienced in his previous life's technological civilization, the instinctive trembling and fear that ordinary people felt when faced with extremely lethal weapons such as guns.

At this moment, the first wave of attacks launched by the clone employees had killed nearly one-fifth of the troublemakers.

The scene was like a hell reshaped by blood and fire, with broken limbs and arms intertwined into a shocking picture.

The more than 500 well-equipped biological clone employees did not hesitate at all because of the tragic scene before them.

They all tightly grasped the silver-gleaming laser particle guns in their hands, like the scythe wielded by the god of death, ready to reap more lives.

The movements are uniform and as accurate as precision machinery.

He raised his gun and locked his eyes coldly on those survivors who had managed to escape the first round of killing.

Hunting time!

Invisibly, it seemed as if these four words flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

The next moment, with the piercing excitation sound, beams of laser particle rays were continuously ejected.

Like a powerful thunder, it carries the power of destruction and instantly penetrates the space, ruthlessly piercing through every living being.

When the target individual is hit by blood and flesh.

Whatever it touches will be reduced to ashes in the scorching light, leaving only the smell of burnt food lingering in the air for a long time.

In that bizarre massacre scene, the fate of those who were attacked by lasers was as random and cruel as rolling dice.

If the laser accurately penetrates the head, this group of people will undoubtedly be the "lucky ones" among the unfortunate.

Before he had a chance to taste the excruciating pain that felt like the flames of hell burning his soul, his consciousness was like a candle flame swept by a strong wind, and in an instant it fell into an endless abyss of chaos.

The thread of life suddenly broke when the laser penetrated the skull, and without knowing it, it said goodbye to this world forever.

This way of death that avoids extreme pain is also a kind of "luck".

In contrast, the victims whose hearts were pierced by lasers had a similarly quick return, but with a few more brief setbacks.

From the moment the laser penetrates the body and evaporates the heart into ashes, a sprint race with the god of death begins.

The blazing energy raged within the heart cavity, like thousands of steel needles piercing the heart, leaving the mark of intense pain deeply engraved in the afterglow of life which lasted just a few seconds to a dozen seconds.

Then, with their last feeble heartbeats, they finally broke free from this devastated world and rushed towards a destination where there would be no more such pain.

People whose internal organs such as the liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys are hit by laser will be much worse off.

It takes a while to endure, and after feeling the extreme pain, he will stop breathing with a hideous face.

In the moment of life and death, the most miserable group is undoubtedly those poor people who were not taken away by the fatal blow.

They are like puppets mocked by fate, hanging on the brink of life and death, without any ability to resist.

He could only lie helplessly on the blood-stained ground, looking at the mutilated parts of his body and uttering heart-wrenching cries.

Unable to get relief as quickly as the previous ones, one can only endure long-lasting and bone-deep torture on the brink of life and death.

The laser invades these life-sustaining centers, triggering a storm in the body. The pain surges like a tide, hitting the nerve dams again and again.

Every inch of skin, every breath, even every heartbeat, was screaming in pain.

Struggling in the abyss of despair, longing to end this hopeless struggle as soon as possible.

Yet, they had to endure a seemingly endless period of time in the purgatory-like pain until their vitality was ruthlessly exhausted, and only then were they freed from the shackles of this cruel world.

It seems.

A laser hit to the head, with its instantaneous end, can be considered the closest thing to "lucky" misfortune.

Those who were hit by the heart experienced a brief but intense struggle in pain in exchange for a quick passage to eternal death.

Those whose liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys and other organs are affected will be relieved after experiencing a brief period of pain.

As for those who were lucky enough to survive, they could only helplessly hope for the end and redemption in the long baptism of pain.

This is a cruel portrayal of the fragile human life faced in this battlefield where lasers are rampant.

After several rounds of thunderous laser salvos, the blazing light illuminated the smoke-filled battlefield.

The originally bustling crowd has dwindled like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind.

The number of figures still standing is only one-fifth of the initial number.

It's like a candle flickering in the dark night, which may be blown out by the ruthless storm at any time.

At this moment, it was as if ice-cold water was suddenly poured on their hearts, and the survivors woke up from their hazy illusions in shock.

The confusion in the depths of his eyes was gradually replaced by biting coldness and endless fear.

The cruel reality, like a huge hammer, hit us hard, and shattered the last fantasy of peace and comfort.

It turns out that all this is real and not a dream.

There was nothing false in what Lin Chen said. If he didn't leave within three minutes, he would really kill someone.

And those who survived felt as if they were in a purgatory-like nightmare, struggling in the narrow gap between life and death.

The next moment, an ear-piercing scream pierced the air like an arrow and soared into the sky.

“Ahhh! Someone’s dead! Someone’s been murdered! Run for your life!”

"You are so crazy! Lin Chen, you are such a wicked beast!"

"Don't just stand there, move! Run!"

"Oh my God! This is crazy! This is really crazy!"

"Crazy! They are all a bunch of madmen who have lost their minds! How much money do you want? Kill someone for Lin Chen!"

"..."

In the chaos, countless cries of fear, anger, and despair intertwined into a death elegy.

The thousands of survivors who were still alive fled in disarray like a tide.

Everyone looked terrified and exhausted all their strength, as if even the last bit of strength in their bones had been squeezed out, and they fled madly into the distance.

The original arrogant and provocative attitude has now disappeared.

Instead, he looked panic-stricken and embarrassed, like a dog that had lost its home.

Amidst the confusion, people continued to curse Lin Chen. It could even be said that their hatred was a thousand times stronger than before.

It was like the cry of a trapped beast, filled with anger and unwillingness.

However, this flame of resentment seems so pale and powerless in the face of life and death.

As soon as hatred arose, it was overwhelmed by the remorse from the bottom of my heart and the extreme fear of death.

As they ran and rushed, the many survivors seemed to see their past arrogance and stupidity replaying quickly like a slide show.

(End of this chapter)