Steel steam and flame

The simple summer clothes on her body could not completely cover up the violent fluctuations in her chest. The rapidly beating heart caused the blood to flow and surge in the blood vessels as if the pressure had been increased by a high-pressure pump. He opened his mouth wide to breathe in enough oxygen, but he still couldn't make the dizzy feeling in his head and the weakness in his body disappear completely. Not daring to waste time, the pocket in his hand was still overflowing with traces of fragrance. However, due to mental stress, Taranto had temporarily lost his sense of smell at this time.

Opening the door to his room, he saw the intact utensils placed there quietly on the table. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little better, but he didn't dare to let his feet rest. All the laid out circuits and combined electrical panels were skillfully installed, with smooth movements like water flowing through them.

Carrying the machine, which was nearly a third of the height of an adult, Taranto rushed out of the room and glanced at Julien. There was both unbearability and a sigh in his eyes. The scene I saw in the corridor just now said a lot of things. The capable uncle was dead.

Walking into the elevator and pressing the button to reach the second floor, I didn't think much about time. But when the lift stopped, it was enough to complete the basic debugging work, he thought.

Taranto wiped the sweat from his forehead and adjusted the control buttons little by little. More and more indicator lights lit up in different colors, and the numbers on the side were also changing rapidly. The eyes under the lenses were slightly squinted. This was a field belonging to a technician, and Taranto, who relied on it to make a living, was extremely skilled.

The elevator was sliding smoothly, and some minor debugging changes were completed before it stopped. Looking at the beating numbers on the top of the elevator, Taranto put the machine back on his back, and then touched a bag hanging beside it to see what was there.

Roughly made, there are friction marks on the metal that look like brushes. There is no color paint on it. The mixed colors like patches indicate that the various treatments of the material are extremely rough. But even though it looks like a street stall, the dark aura inside the aperture can make people feel palpitations when they look at it. This is something that every gun has.

Load the magazine, open the almost dispensable safety bolt, and load the gun with a crisp "click" sound, which coincides well with the reminder sound of the elevator protective door opening. After taking a few deep breaths, Taranto became nervous again. Even at such an old age, I work a lot of time in school and take on a lot of tasks. But this is the first time such a situation has occurred. In the past, I was the person who stayed in the car and debugged the machine continuously, but now I had to personally hold the gun to save my teammates. Moreover, the enemy looks ordinary, but it feels like a huge mountain lying in front of you, and it seems that there is no possibility of climbing over it. The result is still unknown, and it is a completely different experience emotionally.

I already knew the situation on the first floor when I came back, so when I went to the eleventh floor, I hid in the corner to observe the situation.

The enemy would probably move the bodies of his teammates away. Seeing as he didn't stay on the eleventh floor again, he probably wouldn't think about me anymore. There are stairs to the underground garage next to it. If you want to leave this hotel and go to other places, a limousine is of course the best means of transportation. Taranto walked in the corridor on the second floor, thinking for a moment, thinking over and over again, and began to figure out what the enemy's mind would be like. In the Imperial Heavy Industry School, he learned more than just communication knowledge. After so many years of study, he has dabbled in many things, and the theory of human psychology is also an area of ​​interest to him.

"You won't find any chance if you follow the enemy." Taranto recalled the inexplicable aura he felt in the corridor at that time, and he still has lingering fear in his heart. "A very scary person. You have to prepare in advance. Go to the underground garage first. Waiting inside."

I took another look at the open machine next to me and saw that there was no change, so I adjusted it again when I went downstairs. When he came to the basement, the lights inside were sparsely lit. The dim light illuminated obscure areas that jumped together, just like the reflection on his glasses. Without looking carefully, it was easy to miss the true appearance. .

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The body feels unusually heavy, Doich thought as he waited for the lift to stop. Even the surgeon will tend to a stable state after the operation has passed the rapid growth stage. And this stable state, like the weight of a normal adult, has a general range.

But the person he was carrying now was completely outside of that range. It cannot be said that he weighs far more than his peers, but it is quite appropriate to say that he is morbidly obese among the surgeons. It’s no wonder that such a dose of medicine took so much time.

Seeing that the elevator was about to arrive, Doikh exhaled, stopped thinking about these things, and waited quietly for the protective door to open.

There was a different smell in the hall. He, who had done some research on various biological agents, immediately determined that it was the smell of blood. After carefully dodging it, I realized that there was no breath of life in the main lobby of the hotel at this time. The counter next to the main door was like black spots on a white paper. The big holes made by the two bullets were always eye-catching. Scenery. Without any thought, they illustrate everything that happened here in the recent past.

Doihe walked over, looked at Onna's body lying in a pool of blood, sighed, and dug with his feet, carefully avoiding the blood flowing on the floor. He originally thought about carrying her body back, but when he saw the large area of ​​red liquid that had not yet condensed, he finally shook his head.

"You can't blame me. If you do, it's because you were too careless. I reminded you to be more serious. I think there's nothing we can do about our nonsense." Doihe carefully went over to pick up the pistol with wing markings and took the time to leave. On the way to the underground garage, I stopped for a moment, looked back and thought about it for a moment, and finally turned my head and went to the garage.

"Forget it, there's no need to waste the medicine. When I contact Jerbo and the others later, let them notify the special operations agency in the Oria region to handle it." He said nonchalantly. Dead people have no value, although he doesn't know the purpose of recycling as many corpses as possible after every mission. If used as experimental subjects, then there are really too many experimental subjects.

Standing at the entrance of the garage corridor, Doich had not yet let go of his vigilance. The garage is very large. After all, this is a relatively luxurious hotel. The limousine cars are lined up one after another under the dim lights. When no one comes to pick up the car late at night, the set program automatically controls the number of lamps and current output to save energy as much as possible.

He opened his cross-shaped pupils and peered into the quiet garage for a while like a thief. After initially finding no problems, he slowly walked in the garage with a pistol in one hand, looking for the designated limo.