Chapter 344 Philosophy and Killing

The piercing alarm was still wailing, but the sound was getting weaker and weaker.

Railway transportation worker Morton followed the people who were evacuated. After a day of fatigue and fear, he huddled in the corner of the shelter.

The cold wind exhaled from the ventilation valve in the passage blew through his soaked work clothes after running, causing waves of shivers that penetrated his bones. But he and his co-workers could only endure it, waiting for orders to be allowed to leave the shelter.

"Wake up, Morton! Wake up!" A voice coming and going suddenly woke Morton from his drowsiness, and the concerned faces of his companions gradually restored his consciousness.

"Damn it! Wake up! You'll get sick if you sleep like this! Don't you want to die?"

Companion Ticia was still chattering, but her voice and mouth shape were divided into two parallel lines in Morton's perception, and they were unable to overlap in his consciousness.

"Oh, you are... Tisia. I am..."

He struggled to respond, but his coworker's face began to deform due to fear.

"Guard! Guard! Someone is sick here!" He vaguely heard Tisia calling loudly.

From the expanding pool of blood in front of him, Morton roughly knew the identity of the "patient".

"Am I sick?" he thought. The pain in the head is concentrated in the back half, slightly lower.

There is the location of the frontal lobe and hippocampus, which are mainly responsible for the body's memory and self-recognition functions...

"I actually know this..." The extra knowledge in his consciousness was as intense as the pain, as if they were one body and came from some unknown gift.

The footsteps of the guards were getting closer and closer. The sound of the chitin friction of the carapace and the scraping of the steel pads on the soles of the leather boots was so eye-catching that Morton subconsciously figured out their distance and gait from here.

"30 meters, two." He murmured unconsciously, but his attention was immediately taken away by his unstoppable nosebleed.

"it's him?"

"Yes! For the Emperor's sake, save him!"

"Don't worry, trust us."

The guard confirmed in front of Tisia, and then the two of them lifted Morton from his armpits and dragged him to the emergency medical cabin in the corner of the shelter.

"He will leave it to you..."

"No problem, there are no other special signs except nosebleeds. It doesn't look like an infectious disease, so don't be nervous."

"We're right outside the door, call us anytime if you need anything."

"OK……"

The spasmodic headache continued, but was getting weaker.

Morton felt that his consciousness was like a magical boat, constantly broken under the impact of the tide, but constantly repairing itself.

But after each repair, many more memory fragments appeared in his consciousness.

The mind was repeatedly baptized in this way, and the scattered fragments became more and more as the tide invaded.

The fragments in his memory are forming unfamiliar fragments. Morton's mind is like a flickering oil lamp. In a state of dying, he actually begins to think of a proposition full of philosophical meaning:

"The boat is constantly being repaired, is it still the same boat? Or..."

What woke Morton out of his coma again was not just the doctor's questioning, but also the direct stimulation of his pupils by the flashlight.

His consciousness began to restart for a long time, but his instinct was still answering the doctor's questions.

"Are you okay? What's wrong with you?"

"Head...headache..."

"How much overtime have you been working lately? Have you eaten anything special after get off work?"

"No……"

"Okay, your body temperature is normal. There is no problem with your blood pressure. It's probably due to overwork and a cold. I'll prescribe you some medicine..."

Putting the flashlight on the mechanical disk beside the bed, the doctor turned his head and started writing notes on the desk.

Constructing effective treatments into pharmaceuticals accessible to civilians is not easy, and doctors have long accepted this fact.

Click...

"Are you feeling better?"

The faint sound of metal collision woke the doctor out of his diagnosis and treatment thoughts, and he habitually asked the patient behind him.

But unlike all previous patients, he received an overly calm answer:

"Excellent, better than ever."

"You..." The doctor who felt something strange just turned around, and Morton in his field of vision had walked behind him at some point.

A slender scalpel was held behind the back of a big, oily hand, and it was getting closer and closer to the doctor's field of vision...

laugh……

The sharp but non-flexible blade silently cuts through the flexible skin. While piercing the artery, it also accurately avoids the complex cartilage of the neck, and finally cuts open the trachea below the throat.

"Ho...ho..."

Seeing the doctor in front of him die, Morton's cold eyes showed no mercy.

He picked up two more scalpels from the mechanical disk. In the short few meters from the desk to the door, the information of the two guards flashed through his mind at high speed.

“There is still one hour left in the countdown to 0:00, and we are 5 kilometers away from the mission target in a straight line...

There are two guards at the door, one is 1.82 meters tall and the other is 1.79 meters tall. Both weigh close to 85 kilograms. Their fat thickness is c+, muscle dimension is c, bone strength is c+, and reaction speed is d..."

Practical knowledge and experience of killing were unfamiliar to him, but that did not prevent him from applying them skillfully.

The self-awareness in his memory has gradually recovered, but unfortunately, it is not him who returned to the world.

The guard was not standing with his back to the door, so he was not able to kill the two people in an instant. Morton, who was separated by a door, was waiting, waiting for a suitable opportunity.

"The height of the standard carapace neck guard is 4.5 cm, the best cutting angle is 30°, the gap between the carapace waist is 7 cm above the back of the armed belt, and there is a 10 square centimeter gap behind the boots and knee armor..."

"Left...right...left..."

Morton repeated his plan while waiting, the memory in his brain was forming a conditioned reflex, and the slightly trembling tendons on his limbs were also cooperating to complete this work.

All these preparations were completed in a few seconds, and only the cold light of the scalpel flashed in the quiet medical room.

Buzz...

When a vehicle full of soldiers passed in the passage, it drew the attention of the two guards.

And at the moment when the troop carrier disappeared around the corner, the door opened...

Swish! Swish! Swish! Tsk…

In the empty underground corridor, in the middle of two shadows under the light, a demon was wreaking havoc;

The sound of dense blade insertions rang out, and the two guards, with their frozen horror on their faces and knife wounds on their necks, waists, and knees, witnessed the entire process of this bloody massacre with their own existence.

Tearing off the black dust scarf from the soldier's chest and wiping the blood off his face, Morton picked up the automatic gun on the ground and skillfully completed the self-check of the whole gun in one breath.

Tearing off the weapon belts from the two soldiers and putting them on, he inserted several magazines of the same model and caliber that he had searched.

After completing his self-arming, Morton was ready to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back again.

Hiss!

The guard's body was looted again, and his water bottle and compressed dry food were also taken away. Perhaps for the sake of the next journey, Morton did not even let go of the boots of the two.

After completely completing his self-arming, he quietly merged into the shadows of the passage with standard Astartes tactical steps.

It was not until several minutes after he disappeared that the two guards' helmets rang with routine communication.

First update! It's lame, hahaha, but I feel a little better than yesterday.