Chapter 1181 1180 This Method Is Too Dark. Are You From DC?

The underground floors are also divided into many areas, and some places are particularly weird.

Some of them clearly look like high-tech laboratories, while others are simply made of wood, and they are still very old wooden buildings. The sound of stepping on them can even scare people awake.

As for other places...

It was basically a slaughterhouse, with pungent blood, scarlet everywhere, unknown whispers coming from the ears, and large pieces of meat from unknown creatures hanging on hooks.

"It has a feeling of ancient witchcraft, curses, torture, and sacrifices."

Mo Cheng is no longer surprised that the [Organization] not only possesses technology beyond modern times, but also has bloody witchcraft technology.

"What did they find to sacrifice?"

It couldn't be human. Although human beings are also a kind of material in witchcraft, listening to the whispers in his ears, Mo Cheng knew that there must be a very spiritual creature being tortured here, and a curse was born in the endless pain. , thus being sacrificed to some kind of existence.

If you simply want to sacrifice human beings to this point, even if there is not necessarily one child with high spiritual power among tens of millions of people, then at least one million people in a city must die in extreme pain. It can be done.

Doing so will leave traces that are absolutely impossible to hide and can be seen thousands of kilometers away.

Below this industrial area, there is a huge soul that is suffering endless torture. Its pain has become something that provides a continuous supply of materials to the factory above.

Once you realize this, what you need to do next becomes clear and much simpler.

Detonate those potent chemicals and shut down the entire industrial area.

Although Mo Cheng sometimes doesn't look down on the secret sabotage methods of assassins, when necessary, he doesn't mind appearing as a sabotage agent behind enemy lines or as an assassin.

The place where strong chemicals are stored is a wooden room. The wooden boards are so thin that they will make a sound when stepped on.

But only here, those powerful medicines that are inherently unstable will become more peaceful and will not explode suddenly if left alone.

Due to the instability of strong potions, there are only a few master assassins patrolling and guarding this place. Others will stand guard relatively far away. Mo Cheng does not need to pay attention to these people.

As Mo Cheng approached, the strong medicine stored somewhere started to bubble like it was boiling, as if hot water was about to explode from the bottle.

Several master assassins stared at the surroundings at this moment, and their whole bodies were tense and obviously in a state of battle.

"Someone broke in?"

"I don't know. It's possible that the Great Spirit caused a reaction to the strong medicine, but you need to be careful."

The assassin masters were alert, but they did not notice a pair of eyes watching them from behind.

"Four people, with weapons in their hands, are all masters. And they are smart enough to know how to act together."

The four master assassins have cold weapons and guns in their hands. Although this place is made of wood and the boards are very thin, the room containing the potent potions has been specially treated.

However, Mo Cheng could see what was going on in these people's minds.

"But they were... panicked."

"This floor is not strong." One of them muttered, "The pollution from the Great Spirit has spread to this floor, I'm a little panicked."

"Then shut up and be alert!" Another person looked around and said carefully, "It may not be the pollution of the Great Spirit, it may also be the intrusion of outsiders."

"It would be much easier for outsiders to sneak into us. I want to deal with people more than the weird things polluted by the Great Spirit."

At this moment, the fourth person who had been silent until now pulled out his gun and said, "The enemy is over there!"

Immediately afterwards, the bullets passed through the window, shattering the weak wooden board, and fired at something.

No one cares about what it is, whether it is a human or something born due to some pollution. For the four people at this time, they only need to do the simplest thing of firing.

After a round of volleys of fire, someone asked uncertainly, "Is it fired?"

"I don't know, but I missed it at the right time. It's not like you don't know that the ghosts born from pollution in this place are very flexible."

In the darkness, something filled with fear was silently invading their hearts.

Tiny muscles began to spasm involuntarily, and even the owner of this body was unaware of this fact.

Suddenly, the thin template on the ground stretched out a hand and grabbed one of them. He looked down suddenly and saw a pair of eyes without any emotion staring at him.

"Welcome to Hell!"

Silent fear gathered in the heart, and then exploded. The whole body was stiff and unable to move, and the spirit and even the soul were roaring, ordering the disobedient body to stay away from this place.

His whole body was tingling, it was the biological survival instinct that was warning him, warning him to leave as quickly as possible.

But all the warnings were in vain. Before any sound could be made, the captured person was swallowed by the hole and disappeared without a trace.

The person who caused all this was not satisfied, and a rope dart flew out from the entrance of the hole, like an invitation from hell, pulling the second person into hell.

Half of the people were lost in the moment when they were too fast to react. At this time, the remaining people aimed at the hole in the ground and squeezed the trigger. After firing all the magazines, the remaining one pressed the emergency button on his collar. Contact device.

But before his fingers touched that thing, an arm shot out from the darkness behind him and dragged him into the darkness.

"Who, come out! Come out!"

The trigger was pulled tightly, slanting firepower in all directions, and roaring in all directions like crazy. In this environment, he used sound to dispel the fear in his heart.

However, he failed to realize that there was always a pair of eyes watching him behind him.

"The last one, usually collapses."

A qualified assassin is not only good at using the dagger in the shadows, but can also use fear to make people collapse.

Of course, this also has the contribution of [Shadow Hunter in the Dark Night], the source of all dark fears and the legend of the rule of dark creatures.

According to legend, the reason why people sleep at night is not because of tiredness, but to avoid the devil of the night, the devil who rules all darkness and shadow.

The hidden sword silently pierced the last man's heart from behind, dispelling his fear. At the last moment of death, clarity returned to the assassin's eyes.

He then realized that it was not a strange thing born from the pollution of the Great Spirit in this place, but an assassin who used darkness and fear as a sharp blade to destroy their team mercilessly.

"Excellent skills, unknown masters."

"Excellent!"

Draw out your hidden sword and pull the last bit of life force away from the enemy.

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