Absurd Deduction Game

 Chapter 717 Carlos’s Combat Power

"Leave the base by yourself and let others feel relieved?" the cleanup team repeated Carlos's words coldly.

 The eyes of the survivors behind Carlos lit up, thinking they saw hope: "Yes, yes, yes, let's go on our own!"

 “Let us go!”

“Stop dreaming.” The clean-up team’s face became even colder. He put a hand on Carlos’s shoulder, and the faint force was pushing Carlos into the incinerator room.

 It seems that they intend to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys and completely eliminate these people's hope of survival.

However, the strong member of the cleanup team gave Carlos a hard push, but did not push.

"Rude." Carlos chuckled, "This makes me have to suspect that what the commander said to us when we first entered the base was all lies."

 Members of the cleanup team set up their guns one after another, pointing the barrels straight at Carlos’ head: “How dare you resist!”

 Carlos and Hei Dongdong looked at each other with a calm smile in their eyes. He drawled leisurely: "Why not?"

He knew very well that this outrageous proposal would certainly not be approved.

There is obviously something wrong with what this base is doing. It is obvious that they were not concentrated and destroyed because they were infected. This means that at the command of the commander, the cleaning team brought them to the incinerator room just to kill and silence them.

 If they were allowed to leave the base on their own, wouldn't that mean they would have thirteen more mouths to talk nonsense outside?

 Carlos didn’t have any expectations, he just thought...it was a courtesy for a magician to ask before taking action.

 As another hand came to push him, Carlos moved.

He took a step away and grasped the wrist of that hand with his hand. His muscles tightened and exerted force. Everyone felt their eyes blurred as a member of the cleaning team was dragged and thrown into the flame room by Carlos.

The survivors who were pressed over all stared at Carlos's back in disbelief.

The member fell down in the flame room. The high-heat flame burning in the cracks of the floor tiles instantly ignited him, and the high-power bright lights installed on the wall made him unable to open his eyes.

The skin quickly turned black, and the member struggled, curled up, and tried to crawl toward the door.

The strange thing is that even though he was suffering from burning pain, this member still had the same indifference on his face. He didn't even scream. Only the instinct of his body trembling reflected his true state.

"We are infected." Carlos looked at this scene without emotion, smiled, and pointed at the people in the flames, "And you guys are normal people. How amazing."

If you were really a normal person, you would definitely be able to hear the sarcasm in his words.

These team members are obviously abnormal.

Different from the cleaning teams that usually patrol the base, the members of those teams have vivid personalities, but their abilities and status are superior to others. Others are no different from humans.

But these unseen clean-up teams in front of them were like puppets stripped of their emotions. They only knew how to complete the orders of their superiors and lost the right to complain.

 They are more like infected people—completely controlled puppets.

Facing Carlos’s sarcasm, the remaining cleanup team didn’t even blink, but directly pulled the trigger.

The survivors had somewhat come to their senses and looked at the cleanup team in horror. For a moment, they were grateful to Carlos for standing up, but at the same time they were full of fear for Carlos's situation and their own situation.

 “Arlo” will be shot to death by these machine guns!

Xiao Yao closed her eyes tightly and couldn't bear to look any more. The young man wearing glasses turned his head, feeling a little regretful.

 “Puff puff puff puff puff…”

The bullets poured towards Carlos desperately, like a grand rain curtain blooming next to the raging fire.

 Carlos' body was directly riddled with holes, and the bullets passed through his face, shattering his face, revealing a blank nothingness inside. The next second, Carlos was shattered into confetti, and everyone was stunned for a while. Even the people in the cleanup team stopped shooting for a moment and stood there blankly.

　　The leader of the cleanup team frowned slightly, and his eyes that gradually became colder glanced around. This corridor was actually in full view, and there was no place to hide, but he did not see the target.

"Idiot, you forgot to look behind you." Carlos's voice suddenly appeared behind the opponent's head. The leader of the cleanup team turned around without changing his expression. However, before he could turn around completely, he was hit by a sharp knife. Metal pierced the skull.

 The leader of the cleanup team opened his mouth, but could not say anything. The look in his eyes quickly became distracted, and he fell down like a normal human being after receiving a fatal blow.

Only then did the other cleanup teams react, and raised their guns at Carlos again, but this time the bullets fell on Carlos, but they seemed to fall into a ball of shadow, passing through easily and embedding heavily. In the floors and walls.

“What the **** is 伱!” someone from the cleanup team asked coldly.

Carlos looked at the person who made the sound, smiled and took back the machine gun held by the corpse at his feet. His green eyes were filled with a biting chill, which complemented the orange-red of the flames.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a magic trick." He set up the machine gun in a very standard posture, "Of course it's impossible to perform the same magic twice in a short period of time, and it will easily bore the audience, so I just changed it. Tricks.”

In the indescribable eyes of the other survivors, Carlos was like a heroic monster, standing alone in front of them, withstanding the pouring of bullets, and returning all the bullets with the machine gun he had just obtained. .

Although the people who cleaned up the team were strange, their physical fitness was not much different from that of ordinary people. After being hit by bullets, they collapsed in the corridor.

Carlos quickly knocked them all down, kicked the nearest corpse into the stove room, and gave him a cold snort with a bad attitude.

Then he turned around and looked at the people trembling behind him like quails.

The sturdy man shrank for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. He walked to Carlos in a few steps, followed Carlos' example, and kicked away the bodies of the cleanup team, causing their bodies to be swallowed up by the flames: "He Damn it, you deserve it for trying to harm us!”

After kicking him, he stammered to Carlos with a somewhat frightened and nervous expression: "Thank you for saving us. We didn't see anything. These people brought it upon themselves!"

 Others woke up one after another: "Yes, yes, we didn't see anything!"

Carlos sighed.

 “What if you don’t see anything? That’s not what I want to hear.”

Xiao Yao twisted her fingers in confusion: "Then...we saw it?"

"Of course, you all must have seen it." Carlos casually threw the empty machine gun aside and walked back to the group of survivors calmly, "The base wants to harm us, but we are just resisting. So - we should leave the base Yes, these are obstacles, but they have been resolved.”

"Next...I'm going to the city. If anyone wants to follow me, they can come with me. If they don't want to, let's part ways. How about that?"

 He really wanted to take some people away.

These people are all natives of the apocalyptic dungeon, and they definitely know a lot that the deducers don’t know. The more people we take away, the more comprehensive the information they know will be collected later.

In particular, Carlos noticed that there was a former technician from Base 51 in the team, and he must take this person away.

Whether the other party wants it or not.

Xiao Yao also has to be taken away. He still needs to find out what the actor left on Xiao Yao.

 But the cleanup team tried to stop him.

As the saying goes, as long as all the enemies are dead, no one will know about my infiltration. This sentence deeply touched Carlos' heart.

 As long as the people who stopped him are dead, no one can stop him from taking these people away.

 (End of this chapter)