Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Before leaving, I returned Glock with ten bullets to Ms. Los Angeles Interpol. Tracy's shoulder injury has been closed. Although she is right-handed, her left hand deliberately exercised is also flexible, and the injured right hand is no problem as an auxiliary hand. I think we have laughed at the enemy, at least the enemy is currently, there is no benefit in too much entanglement of personal grievances, she also means that.

Shotgun was left by me. Although the middle-aged Kennedy once recommended himself, saying that he is a VIP member of a shooting association, but I can not believe him. He gave me the deepest impression that the name is similar to a former US president. Don't look at his well-dressed clothes, it seems that he can never forget to maintain his demeanor, but he can understand what he is like by looking at his anxiety.

"That guy is not rich at all." Cui Di told me in private.

I looked at her with suspicion.

"Both suits and shoes are imitations and cheap."

"Do you recognize it?"

"Of course, the policewoman's vision is not in vain."

This is just an episode in the last trimming, and soon I was thrown behind my head. Compared to the VIP members of a shooting association, I believe in the shooting talent I have shown.

The style of the shotgun is a bit old, and it can only fire two bullets from the breech at a time. Because there were still 13 bullets, I tried one.

"You wasted a bullet!" Kennedy shouted.

"I don't think so." I just answered him that way. I didn't have any interest or need to explain his reasons to him.

Kennedy sought support from Fu Jiang, Priest, and Tridy, who could become the main force, but they didn't care at all, and the other two of the trio just watched. He could only walk aside disgraced, like a clown.

"Are you ready?" Fu Jiang, who was completely armed and covered in true colors, came over and asked.

I put on a mask and nodded at her.

Everyone came to the stone platform from the steps on both sides, gathered in front of the door, and even the hippie James, whose finger bones were broken by Fujiang, followed. He was far away from the crowd, his eyes dodged, always avoiding Fu Jiang's sight. Although he didn't look that weak, Fu Jiang's cruel behavior caused him great psychological shadow.

The metal cast gate has neatly shaped orange-shaped protrusions. The style of the door lock cannot be seen, but from the previous state it should be very strong. The copper handle is polished because of long-term twist.

Was still Fu Jiang's lead, and the priest grabbed the door handle. Considering that there were heavy objects like corpses hitting behind the door, I was afraid that the door would be blocked. As soon as Fu Jiang signaled, he immediately twisted the door lock and pushed the door open as if his entire body hit the door. Fu Jiang got into the half-open door like a fish slide, and the priest almost staggered.

The fire behind the light does not cover all areas, and the darkness is like a shallow lake rippling in front of your eyes. The priests no longer have torches and can only rely on the flashlights of Fu Jiang and me to cut through the gloom.

Apparently there was no body behind the door. To be precise, there is nothing like a creature behind the door.

We followed the priest, and immediately found that there were no enemies and no corpses except for blood on the ground and walls. The blood is still fresh, and the left side is swept to the right, like a graffiti filled in the field of vision, the thick fishy smell proves the fierce fighting not long ago.

This place like a hall is supported by several stone columns surrounded by two people. Not far in front is a wall that was once inlaid with glass. At a glance, you know that it is used for people to observe things behind the wall. There is no such arrangement in the film. Now the glass about ten meters long has been completely smashed.

There are fragments of wooden tables and chairs on the left and right sides, and another channel extends along the glass wall.

For a few people who have just escaped from here, this is no stranger than the disappeared body. But for me, it was no surprise that the body was dragged away. Fu Jiang and I have long known that there are picky eaters in this bomb shelter.

Of course, all this can't prove that the unknown monster is here, maybe other monsters that also eat corpses.

"What did the Mandela monster do?" Fu Jiang wandered around for a while and found no enemy, so he asked.

"Maybe." Father Sisen shrugged: "That's a very rare monster, and I don't know how much skill it has."

"Have you not killed before?"

"No, I heard someone talk about it, but I saw it for the first time."

Fujiang nodded to understand. I'm interested in monsters, but have some interest in this room.

"What is it for here?"

"Prison." Fu Jiang replied without hesitation, making people feel that she knew the place well.

"It is indeed like a prison, although it is a little different from a normal prison." Cui Di agreed: "I think the one in front is either a visiting room or an observation room."

We stepped forward to look at it. The space behind the wall was very spacious, and the surface was badly damaged. In addition to this, several hoses with a diameter of 10 cm emerged from the corner.

"The prisoner walked in, identified himself and searched, and took off his clothes to be washed with a high-pressure faucet." Fu Jiang's tone was as if he saw the scene with his own eyes.

I looked to the left and right, and the corridor seemed to be the entrance to hell. It gradually became dark after ten meters, and it seemed that something scary would jump out at any time.

"Do you want to divide troops?" Fu Jiang asked.

"No, don't!" Cried the burgundy-haired Allie first: "I, I mean, don't know anything yet, it's too dangerous to separate."

Although she might be so resistant only out of fear, I agree with her. Fu Jiang, who made suggestions, was as confident as ever, as if he had forgotten that he had just been seriously injured by the monster last night, but with that lesson, I do n’t think my fighting strength can support the division of troops.

We decided to use a coin toss to choose the way forward. The result was tossed three times in a row before deciding to go to the right.

The corridor on the right took us to a place where it seemed to be in prison. The compartments with iron gates are neatly arranged like a cube. There are also signs of wrestling here, and the deeper you go, the lower the temperature. When they reached the end of the door, everyone's mouth spit out a thick fog.

Allie's thin clothes shivered so badly that UU read books www.uukanshu. com put on a blazer that Tritty stabbed off Kennedy. Do not know whether it was angry or low temperature, Kennedy's face was blue, he was rubbing his arms desperately, and he would never say a word to the two women.

"It leaked from the inside." The priest said suddenly.

I know he refers to the source of low temperature. At the place he pointed to, the formed cold air overflowed from the cracks under the door, as if it were an ice bank behind the door.

Fujiang and Cui Di were ambushing on both sides of the door. I kicked the door hard, and the heavy coldness immediately patted our bodies as if they came to the polar region in an instant. At the moment of stiffness, a white shadow came out from inside. I flashed away in time because of the protective clothing to resist the cold, and Kennedy, who was cursing in a low voice behind him, was swept in.

The screaming was still too weak before it reached the highest level.

In the field of vision illuminated by the dim light of the flashlight, the rolling cold mist was too strong to see exactly what was happening inside. But Kennedy was obviously fierce.

Fujiang stepped forward and stopped at the door. I clearly saw behind her that somewhere in the cold mist instantly became solidified. Suddenly the strange attack came again.

Before I reached out to pull her, Fu Jiang raised the flamethrower in his hand.

The three-meter long fire suddenly tore the icy darkness.

When the field of vision was completely occupied by the blazing fire, the dull explosion sound accompanied us with a strong air wave, and it fell to the ground in all directions.

The whole wall where the doorway collapsed, roaring loudly.

"Fujiang!" I shouted.

"It's okay! I'm okay!"

I looked down at the voice, and Fu Jiang was disgraced from the ground, spitting.