Unlike Von Krei's route of escaping from the naval branch base, Daz Bonis watched Yaerlin casually smash the wall at the other end of the corridor, and jumped down holding his body, and the ground at the corner of the wall fell down the moment he landed. A hole was hollowed out, and the dark and gloomy aura was like a giant beast lurking in the ground opening its mouth and swallowing them both.

It was darker and darker than the night, the vision fell into darkness, and the sense of weightlessness struck. There seemed to be something smooth and sticky around it, like silky tentacles against the skin, and then suddenly brightened, a terrifying giant. The underground base broke into his sight.

It is like a dark lair, with countless black tentacles squirming around, and countless dark iron coffins are densely arranged in the open space. Two people in white coats are walking back and forth, and they only glanced sideways when they saw them coming in. Just look back.

Daz Bonis saw those black coffins neatly opened and closed, a tall and specific figure with the same aura stood upright from it, and then lined up into the shadows without saying a word, the strange feeling was like What I see is not a living person, but a tool produced from a factory assembly line.

Looking at the end of the queue, it was a swaying sand wall wriggling, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of calm standing figures hidden in the blurred shadows.

"The template of the first phase of self-destruction has been adjusted, and the characteristics of the murlocs have been removed. After all, the concealment of this kind of suicide attack force is more important than the ability of amphibious warfare." Adams put down the notes recorded in the experiment. Walking towards Yallin, the electronic eye was looking at Daz Bonis.

The scalp was suddenly numb, and Daz Bonis saw Adams' metal and mixed face, and intuitively the other's electronic eyes seemed to dissect him into pieces of muscle and bone in an instant, without a trace of emotion.

Yaerlin glanced at the gill organoids that disappeared on the face of the self-exploding man, nodded with satisfaction and grinned: "Oh, this newcomer is not a toy for your experiment, I just saved his life, he still has to think How to repay my life-saving grace, before I think he needs to live."

"Actually, many of the people who came down from my lab are still alive and stronger." Adams curled his lips, losing interest in Daz Bonis.

Daz Bonis listened to the informative conversation between the two, avoiding his gaze and swept to the inside of the mother's nest, and then the giant horn with a very fast gaze was on the projection screen on a huge console.

"A base hidden under the naval branch, while monitoring all corners of the naval base, it's a crazy design..." Daz Bonis was shocked, and he sighed when he saw the projection screen, a meandering line The white smoke quickly swept through the night, and from mid-air like a snake, it drilled straight into the broken window upstairs.

It is like some kind of tracking camera, even if it has been drilled into the building, everything is still clearly visible on the projection screen, and the ubiquitous omnidirectional and secret surveillance seems to be in every grain of sand in the naval base. , hidden in every inch of air are the peeping eyes and tentacles of the hive.

The white smoke condensed, and Smog revealed his figure. He looked down at the four iron pillars that were cut off on the ground. The iron chairs and prisoners welded on them had disappeared. There were obvious signs of fighting in the room, and the corridor outside was extremely dense. The smell of blood poured in like a tide.

Smog's face turned pale, and his uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger. He stepped out and saw Weiwei, who was paralyzed on the ground, with a dark clot of blood on the back of his head. He squatted down to support Weiwei and touched it. Snoring and weak breathing, probably just passed out.

Leaning Wei Wei against the wall, Smog walked quickly to the entrance of the stairs, the smell of blood came from there, he exhaled and shouted, "Dasqi?"

Dusky is his adjutant, and based on what he knows about Dusky, the opponent should appear in the center of the most tragic battle. This is the subordinate he admires and loves the most, but now he is very worried.

When I walked to the entrance of the stairs, all I could see was a pile of corpses, blood and broken flesh and brains splattered all over the handrails and walls, the soles of my shoes were sticky and disgusting, and some corpses didn't even have heads or were left unbearable. half block.

There were some wounded navy standing under the stairs, all of them were dead silent, gasping for air of anger, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed. At this moment, they raised their eyes to look at Smog.

"Dasqi!" Smog saw a corpse lying on top of the corpse at a glance, the entire eye socket and the bridge of the nose seemed to have been severely hit and sunk, and the empty **** eyes looked at the ceiling unwillingly, and his hands were still dead. Death clutched a broken long sword.

Dasqi is not only Smog's adjutant, but in his mind, this adjutant with a somewhat confused personality and not very strong skills is also the student who trusts him the most, or half an apprentice.

The iron ruler fell to the ground, and Smokey hugged Dusky's corpse with both hands, hugged him tightly, and roared like a wild beast in his throat, like a mad dog that chose people to cry and growl in despair. ~lightnovelpub.net~ Weiwei woke up and looked at Smog who was howling like a heartbreaker, staring at the **** corpses on the ground, she rubbed the back of her stinging and drowsy head, a belated heart lingering. , If he hadn't dodged at the last moment, maybe his head would have been broken.

"It's the senior spy r2 of the Baroque studio, the **** Von Krei, and Daz Bonis are also gone. They should have been taken away." She gritted her teeth and said.

"Baroque Studio, Sand Crocodile!" Smog lowered his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and a series of **** faces flashed in his mind, starting from Daz Bonis, to Gradius, Baroque Farrow, bab-5, and Von Krei, whom he didn't see with his own eyes, was finally fixed to the point where he only saw in the photo, Crocodile, who had never met before, his lips were clenched, and blood spilled from his clenched teeth. , there was a trembling muffled roar in his throat, he wanted all the lives of the Baroque studio to repay this blood debt.

"It's my fault, I killed you, I know the ruthlessness of the sand crocodile, I even naively designed a trap, trying to bring him down with evidence, **** it..." Smog opened Darth Qi's stiff fingers took off the severed hilt of the sword and clenched it tightly in the palm of her hand, her voice hoarse like a hungry mad dog hoarse: "I should have killed this sand crocodile from the very beginning, Even if you risk your life at all costs, you will kill him!"