Game of Destiny: This player is different

"With such sophisticated equipment, they can fight against the special police. They were forced to die with grenades by a group of mentally ill people with cold weapons."

After the looting, Qin Nuo hid in the public bathroom cubicle of Area D and counted the gains.

Although he dealt with those mentally ill people easily, it does not mean that this is the opponent's real combat power.

To be able to beat a full-strength combat team so badly, there must be something powerful.

If ordinary crazy patients who can be shot one by one are compared to miscellaneous soldiers.

The two who were guarding the stairs before were elite units.

It is difficult to take them down in a head-on melee without a lot of effort.

And the fat man who died in the grenade explosion should be a meat shield type small BOSS.

"There should be no guy like the fat man in this building, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with."

Qin Nuo adjusted his state and prepared to go to other places to look for documents.

Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the toiletries on the bathroom sink.

After a slight hesitation, he stuffed a few bars of soap into his backpack before turning around and leaving.

After the fight just now, there were not many enemies wandering around the floor.

A mad patient wearing only shorts, with his butt exposed, was looking for prey with a steel rod in a listless manner.

As soon as he pushed open an iron door, he felt something pressing against the back of his head.

Cold and hard.

Da-

A short and decisive gunshot sounded from behind his head.

A bullet hole immediately appeared between his eyebrows.

"Deal with one."

Qin Nuo pushed the body away calmly and entered the room to search.

After finding no documents, he continued to move to the next location.

Da, Da, Da...

The sound of the M16A4's gunfire sounded intermittently.

Every bullet fired could take away a life.

The remaining mad patients searched back and forth.

But the other party was like a ghost, always leaving quietly before they arrived.

Not long after, the entire third floor was cleared.

Qin Nuo held an automatic rifle, stepped on the blood with thick-soled military boots, and came to the last cell on the third floor with an expressionless face.

The iron door was locked.

But this kind of door lock was equivalent to nothing in his eyes.

He took out a dagger, inserted the tip of the knife into the keyhole, and twisted it slightly.

The lock opened.

As soon as the iron door was opened, a figure rushed out from inside.

He bent over and tried to rush out from under the door.

Bang!

As a result, just when he was about to rush out of the cell, the door closed again.

The iron door collided closely with his head, and the man cried out in pain and sat on the ground.

Qin Nuo, fully armed, stood guard at the door like a door god, his face wrapped in a tactical hood, staring coldly at the survivor.

It was Zhu Minyue, the makeup artist of the ghost-hunting program.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'll do whatever you say."

She looked up in horror and stammered for mercy.

Qin Nuo looked down at the young girl wearing black-framed glasses.

The casual clothes on her body were stained with dust and stains.

The collar was torn open a big hole, revealing a large piece of snow-white under the goose neck.

On the skin, you can still see the remaining fingerprints.

Obviously, she had suffered some unspeakable treatment here.

"Who did it?"

Qin Nuo asked in a flat tone.

"With, someone dressed like you, but I volunteered, really."

At the critical moment of life and death, there is still the leisure to coerce ordinary people to do such a thing.

No wonder they were wiped out.

Qin Nuo snorted disdainfully and waved his hand to signal the other party to go out with him.

At the same time, he handed over a dagger: "Take it, I'll take you away from here."

Zhu Minyue took the dagger, a little at a loss.

After a few seconds, he nodded in panic.

Following Qin Nuo, he walked out of the cell.

The third floor was cleaned up and there was no obstruction all the way.

When he arrived at the second floor, except for encountering a few crazy patients who didn't care about their lives, there were no major twists and turns.

The sound of the M16A4 gunfire was like a death knell for harvesting lives.

Every gunshot would leave a cold corpse.

Zhu Minyue tightly grasped the dagger and followed Qin Nuo step by step.

The overly frightened face was pale.

When the crazy patient on the second floor no longer dared to come out to attack, the third document was found in a cell in Area A.

This document is also a medical record report.

The content is as follows:

Unfortunately, this patient was not cured either.

I tried my best, but I am just a doctor, not a scientist.

I am still a novice in "medical care" and there are many problems that need to be explored.

But the company is unwilling to give me so much time.

Since the dean left, the plan has been blocked one after another.

Even if I invested twice as much manpower and material resources,It's still a mess.

There are only more than 20 healthy patients available for experiments, and I need to save money before the next batch of subjects are sent.

The only good news is that I have figured out a lot of neurobiological things. If that woman can cooperate a little more, I think I can soon perfectly replicate the director's experimental process.

Mu Xuefeng.

April 2, 2009.

"It's more like a doctor's self-summary, and this Mu Xuefeng is also one of the executors of the plan."

After Qin Nuo quickly browsed it, he turned his back to block Zhu Minyue's sight and put the file into the backpack.

Then he picked up the rifle and headed to the first floor.

Maybe the remaining crazy patients still have a trace of thinking ability, or maybe it's out of biological instinct.

When Qin Nuo explored the first floor to find the files, these guys huddled in the corner of the room like quails, not even daring to raise their heads.

Resisting means death, and not resisting may survive.

Seeing this situation, Qin Nuo was too lazy to shoot and waste bullets.

His mission was to collect documents, not to kill the enemy.

After finding nothing on the first floor, he led the trembling Zhu Minyue back to the sewer.

This kind of underground integrated pipe corridor could not connect only two buildings.

As long as they followed the unexplored road, they could reach another area.

The two stepped on the dirty pool and moved forward quickly.

When they arrived at one of the forks, Qin Nuo stopped.

He waved his hand to let Zhu Minyue behind him be quiet.

He held the rifle himself, put on the thermal imager, slowed down, and approached the corner carefully.

There was a person hiding there.

Because of the thermal imager, the whole picture of the sewer was clearly presented in sight.

When he rushed to the hiding place of the person, a wooden stick hit him head-on.

Da-

His finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately broke the wooden stick.

Qin Nuo raised the butt of the gun and hit the opponent's chest.

Along with the woman's screams of pain, a figure fell in the pool, splashing a lot of water.

It was the female college student Yu Jing.

"Why did you follow me?"

Qin Nuo asked coldly after seeing the other person's face.

Yu Jing also found that she had hit the wrong person, and she covered her chest and climbed out of the water with difficulty.

While she was grimacing and sucking in cold air,

Fortunately, the silicone cushioned the force, otherwise her ribs would have been broken.

But it still hurts!