Chapter 1448 Alarm

London, morning, half past nine.

The lingering fog hung thickly on the streets, and there was no sound in the silent concert hall.

The square was crowded with people. In the light rain that lingered all year round, people held umbrellas and hurried out of the subway exit, blending into the hustle and bustle of the city.

And just above the steps, the music hall shrouded in fog was dead silent.

The cold and sharp silhouette towered above the earth, and the vast echo could be faintly heard, as if all the metals in the world were used to collide and grind with the roar that erupted.

So solemn.

And in the music hall sealed by the secret ritual, among the solemn and high-pitched melody, roars and loud noises were set off one after another.

The sergeants shrouded in thick armor have turned from fragile mortals into steel, and the control mechanisms connected to the spinal cord and nerves have turned them into out-and-out war weapons.

Sixteen large armors comparable to tanks [Defender IV], forty-one mobile armors [Hyena II], six [Magicians], seventeen old-type [Redemption] equipped with impact systems, and There are twenty-one new types of [Gladiators]...

Weapons born purely for destruction gathered in one place, assembled into a small team, and rushed inward with astonishing efficiency.

Ignore the tall walls and heavy doors.

The defender's huge body was half kneeling on the ground, and the heavy gun barrel popped out from the back and was aimed at the front.

Amid the surging fire, red bullet casings that were as long as a normal human arm popped out of the air and rolled to the ground, one after another.

Conventional armor-piercing rounds were followed by anti-personnel blasting rounds. After the heavy metal tore through the wall, it exploded, creating a wave of vacuum, which spread into beams of dazzling light, and countless fragments were ejected in all directions.

The firepower that was enough to reduce the entire building to rubble was silently swallowed into the darkness, leaving only collapsed walls and devastation.

Behind the broken walls, the once splendid room had been reduced to ruins, but the ruins seemed to be alive and made strange sounds.

On the wall, the huge oil painting moved slightly, and the surrealist depiction of a giant skeleton horse carrying a burning giant, waving the hour hand, broke out of the painting!

Not just here, but in the entire concert hall, in all the areas that were attacked, in the dust-covered paintings, the behemoths created by the disaster suddenly rushed out and attacked the enemies.

Fighting in one place.

In the lounge, Giselle's face turned pale and she was trembling violently on the sofa. Scarlet nosebleeds flowed from her face, almost overdrafting her essence.

I can feel that the masterpiece I have high hopes for is gradually being damaged under the siege of the soldiers...

Suddenly, his vision went dark.

Behind her, a terrifying crack appeared on the strange meat ball with animal faces. No blood spurted out, only sticky paint flowed down from behind the crack...

And then, another one!

Those are the ‘reviewer pests’ who are specially designed to bear fatal damage on behalf of other works.

The works that were once capable of hunting down large groups in hell and competing against the legions were now traumatized so quickly by the opponent's fire suppression and tacit cooperation...

Oops, if this continues, it will be almost impossible to maintain the human form.

"Sorry, I, I need to go to the bathroom."

Giselle smiled hard, and behind the cracked gap on her face, the strange outline squirmed, and she staggered up.

"Go and come back quickly."

Ai Qing said without looking back: "Also - pay attention to safety."

Giselle was stunned for a moment, nodded, and disappeared behind the door.

Ai Qing lowered her head and signed her name on the check without stopping. Then, the relief on the top of the pen cap was stained with ink pad, leaving the mark of the overhead mechanism.

"As for the billing address, please send it to an imaginary institution. Remember to sign Ms. X."

She turned around and said to the person in charge of the music hall next to her: "The kind and generous old lady will be responsible for paying for her own fun."

The person in charge happily counted the zeros on it, leaving behind the constant roars and violent vibrations from the distance.

Then, he turned around and served the coffee.

"Please use it slowly." He smiled and turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

"I will."

In the quiet lounge, Ai Qing sat on a chair and looked at the screen.

He picked up his cup.

Blow gently.

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"Speaking of which, since you are fighting the military, will you run into anyone you know?"

In front of the rumbling machine, Wu Cheng was flipping through the instructions in his hand, checking each process, and casually asked the channel: "Will it be embarrassing then?"

"Ah, that's true."

Lucien, who was flexing his body outside the door, nodded. He still did not stop doing the warm-up exercises. He was focused and careful, relaxing his muscles and adjusting to the best condition.

"Then do we want to avoid it?" Wu Cheng asked.

"It's not necessary. It's normal for soldiers to die for orders. There's nothing to regret. Besides, the Abyss Development Bureau is a key cooperative unit of the archaeological team. Since I agreed to help you work, I won't hesitate. You also You have to earn performance."

"Ah, that's up to you." Wu Cheng nodded without shame: "I'll get you more budget later."

The Abyss Development Bureau doesn't have much else, but it has a lot of money and supplies.

After all, it is one of the most important projects and departments in the current situation in the past 90 years. No matter what faction comes up, they can only increase support and increase the allocation of resources.

Moreover, the Abyss Development Bureau has already made a lot of money from its own related industries. It occasionally provides a few astronomical sums of support to the archaeological team, which is simply a waste of time.

Even if you fail dozens of times, you can still make money if you succeed once. Besides, even if you can't make money back, it's still good to hear the news.

Yes, the Abyss Development Bureau is so tough.

The words "I am rich" are written on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that the regeneration plan had strict regulations that required important institutions to participate, they would probably have skipped work.

Now is the war of all realms. In the deep tide, most of the hells have been interfered with and changed. A group of people are so busy with the depth mapping and passage investigation of hell that they have cerebral hemorrhage. Where can they find such free time? There is no time to devote more resources.

Therefore, everyone voted to select the most popular unlucky player from the recently promoted candidates. As a special correspondent, he was thrown to London with a machine that had been gathering dust in the warehouse for many years and support from the archaeological team. Come.

As for requirements... there are no requirements.

What matters is participation.

If anything, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Although it's better if you win, it's not bad if you can save your life and go back to work overtime if you lose.

Therefore, there is only one instruction given by the boss during the interview - fight!

The more lively the fight, the better.

Show your presence more to avoid others saying that we touch it every time.

Under this premise, Wu Cheng's eyes lit up the moment the overhead organization's statement was posted. Isn't this an excellent opportunity?

There must be a fight, and it must be effective. Besides...compared with the conditional promises of other politicians and high-level officials, Wu Cheng is more willing to believe in Huai Shi's choice.

Could it be that the most moral bitch in the world would stab him in the back?

joke.

As for negotiating conditions, once we have the intention to cooperate and the foundation of trust, the next step will naturally progress very quickly.

And Wu Cheng can finally focus on his work.

In front of the huge machine, he was waiting for the production process and asked casually: "I remember, you and Solomon seem to know each other?"

"Yes, we have met." Lucien replied: "I have dealt with him several times in missions before, and that old man... is a bit too powerful."

"Huh? You think it's awesome too?" Wu Cheng was surprised.

"No, it's the kind of... mentally strong, invulnerable kind. You don't know what thing in this world can make him give up, what kind of harm can knock him down. And he has no principles. He will do whatever it takes and will never achieve his goal. Let it go. As a teammate, he is the most reassuring and trustworthy person, but as an opponent, he becomes a nightmare."

Lucien said: "He is the kind of guardian that is most needed in this situation."

"It's rare to hear you speak so highly of others." Wu Cheng said, "How do you compare with him?"

"I'm not a soldier."

Lucien lamented with regret: "When I was serving in the army, I made a lot of mistakes, which made the officers who took care of me often unable to step down. Soldiers don't need to think, and they don't need to be right or wrong, but I think too much... ...After it was time to retire, he simply ran away.

Thinking about it now, I still feel ashamed that I couldn't repay those who took care of me, but I couldn't help it. If I can’t do it, I just can’t do it. In comparison, the work of the archaeological team is more suitable for me..."

"Is it more suitable for you to commit suicide?" Wu Cheng smiled.

“It’s also more suitable for me to solve problems in my own way.”

Lucien suddenly stretched out his hand and tightened his grip.

A short knife wrapped with electric light appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing scream came from the end of the corridor.

In the darkness, faint outlines emerged, and one after another solemn figures galloped in the light refraction field, like ghosts, passing through the front battlefield and heading straight towards Huanglong!

"Ah, I knew it."

Lucien smiled slightly and casually dropped the short knife that cut his palm on the ground, "It's really a standard decapitation operation..."

"Be careful, there are all sublimates inside." Wu Cheng reminded: "Don't overturn."

"I try my best."

Lucien turned around and pulled out two daggers from the scabbards on his back. He twisted his neck, and his mottled, needle-like hair showed a metallic luster.

Silent, grinning.

"Come!"

No one responded, and the silent attack had already been launched the moment it appeared.

In the rain of bullets, Lucien seemed to evaporate into smoke, drifting momentarily. To be precise, strands of darkness wrapped around his body, like a lingering mist, carrying him with him. Constantly transforming between matter and source matter, shuttling back and forth at will.

In an instant, it came to you!

Bang!

There was a dull collision sound, as if an invisible wall bounced him away, and he reunited in mid-air, revealing a fatal gap.

The Ascended One behind the shield raised his weapon and pulled the trigger.

Lucien's eyes widened.

Standard source of repulsion field!

However, it is still expected...

Snapped!

The pitch-black short knife in his hand shot through the air, tearing apart the shield built against the source of attack. In an instant, it penetrated the helmet and skull, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost-like old man suddenly pounced out, slipped through the gap cut by the short knife, and reunited behind the shield, holding the lifeless body like a shield.

Rush forward.

boom!

The body exploded under friendly gunfire.

Even if the gun is facing teammates, the enemy will show no mercy.

But Lucien was already close at hand, and the dagger in his hands suddenly grew and whirled like a living thing. Stepping on the wall and ceiling, as if weightless, he chopped two opponents into pieces in an instant, and then collided with the drawn electromagnetic dagger.

Dazzling electric light erupted, and the Ascendant, who was driving the power armor, was wrapped in blazing electric current, and he trembled with Lucien with his superb dagger fighting skills.

Immediately afterwards, invisible power burst out from the air - telekinesis. An invisible fist fell from the sky with terrifying power and hit Lucien's forehead, causing him to lean back.

The electric dagger had penetrated into his heart.

If it weren't for the palms blocking the front.

In the moment of stalemate, Lucien, who should not have any ability to react, actually held the dagger tightly, and swept the weapon in his other hand to behead him!

The electromagnetic power user lay dead on the ground, and Lucien, who had fallen on his back, suddenly jumped up from the blind spot, jumped on the ceiling, and fell from the sky again.

The power of telekinesis came back and gripped his neck.

The weapon in Lucien's hand flew out and flew towards the telekinetic sublimator.

But before that, a thick shield blocked the Ascended One.

The killing move was fruitless.

But then, the dark blade exploded silently, and the turbulent flow containing the precipitation of hell and the pollution of disaster blew the three soldiers with the telekinesis into pale ash.

While Wu Cheng was yelling in pain.

This is a custom-made product!

Lucien smiled and fell from the air.

Pounced on the last four opponents.

Then, his body suddenly shook in mid-air, his dazed eyes widened, and a sudden blood spot appeared on his forehead, and plasma with brain tissue spurted out.

fell to the ground.

die!

And just behind him, on the ground, the chopped-up sergeant still maintained his shooting posture, but he no longer had the strength to breathe.

perish together.

The four remaining soldiers raised their guns without thinking, pointed them at Lucien's body, and pulled the trigger until they confirmed that there were no more signs of life.

In this way, he crossed over the corpses of enemies and companions.

Move forward quickly.

However, while walking, I heard a voice from behind.

As if sighing helplessly.

"so close……"

The empty pupils trembled slightly, and the body that had lost its temperature on the ground blinked slightly, and asked softly: "Monitoring and shielding, are you doing it?"

"Well, don't worry." Wu Cheng replied calmly: "This is your little secret."

"Then I'll feel relieved..."

Lucien's lips opened and closed.

From the rain of bullets, exploding grenades, and even the thrusts of source plasma weapons, he slowly propped himself up.

On the body covered with cracks and severe injuries, blood continued to gush out, and then slowly shrank from the ground and returned to the body. After the cracked body, what overflowed was only the breath of disaster spreading from the deepest part of the soul...

curse.

A curse condensed into substance, or... a cursed soul!

And now, the man who was cursed to be 'immortal' from death has awakened again. The surging source of light emerged from the soul, faintly outlining the outline behind him.

It was like a hug, blocking the silhouette of his neck.

Like a woman.

Face blurred.

And in her embrace, Lucien returned to his original state and his life returned!

"What's wrong?"

He bent down, picked up his weapon from the ground, and asked unhappily: "Why do you look at other people's wives like that?

How rude—"

boom!

After a slight wavering, the invaders launched their final attack.

Soon, at the end of the loud noise, deathly silence came.

Among the mess on the ground, only the old man with scorch marks on his face looked around at the bodies around him, as well as his own intact body, and shrugged helplessly.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't want to do this either."

In the channel, Wu Cheng sighed: "Can we put on our pants first? Stop being such a jerk."

"No, I just suddenly felt envious of that boy Huai Shi."

Lucien scratched the scars that were peeling off quickly on his face, and sighed with emotion: "It's amazing that you can use the survival hospital as a hotel."

Not like myself.

If you go in, there's no guarantee you'll be able to come out again...

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Sentinel Industries Group.

The early morning work hours should obviously be the busiest time, but shortly after everyone arrived at their posts and started working, a piercing alarm sounded from inside the park.

When the confused workers poked their heads in front of the door, they saw soldiers wearing power armor rushing out between the buildings, guarding key positions.

And just in the lobby, the work of queuing up to scan cards to enter the park was stopped under orders.

"what happened?"

The worker waiting at the front asked blankly: "What happened?"

"Go, go, go."

The security director received the call and was already sweating profusely: "Chemical pollution has leaked, everyone must prepare to evacuate."

"ah?"

The worker was stunned for a moment and then became furious: "Who made this rumor!"

He reached out and took out a square box from his pocket: "It's obviously not leaked yet! I still have the detonator here!"

"..."

Dead silence, a sudden burst of silence amidst the hustle and bustle.

The security director looked blankly at the overly young worker and the badge on his chest that looked nothing like him.

I seem to understand something.

Swallowing dryly...

He hesitated to speak.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether it's leaked or not, just treat it as leaked."

The 'worker' who finally found a factory to work in took off his peaked cap and scratched his head: "Anyway... that's about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of falling to the ground could not be heard.

Just inside the air outlet of the central air conditioner, wisps of mist filled the air and spread.

In this silence, everything was covered in silence.

Only Huai Shi, after rummaging for a long time, finally took out a gas mask, put it on his face in a serious manner, and finally waved to the monitors who were on the verge of fainting and paralyzed behind the surveillance cameras.

"Now, you can sound the alarm," he said.

boom!

As the big red button was pressed, a high-pitched roar came from the distance.

In the storm, the earth shook!

Ah, on the last day of this month, there seems to be some quarterly monthly ticket statistics.

It seems very complicated.

Anyway, please give me a monthly ticket.