Absurd deduction game

"Leave the base by yourself so that others can rest assured?" the cleanup team repeated Carlos' words coldly.

The eyes of the survivors behind Carlos lit up, thinking they saw hope: "Yeah, yeah, let's go on our own!"

"Let us go!"

"Stop dreaming." The face of the cleanup team became even more grim. He put a hand on Carlos's shoulder, and the faint force was pushing Carlos into the incinerator room.

It seems that they intend to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and completely eliminate these people's hope of survival.

However, the strong cleanup team member gave Carlos a hard push, but failed to push.

"Rude." Carlos chuckled, "This makes me have to suspect that what the commander said to us when we first entered the base was all lies."

The members of the cleanup team set up their guns one after another, pointing the barrels straight at Carlos' head: "How dare you resist!"

Carlos and Black Hole looked at each other with a calm smile in their eyes. He drawled leisurely: "Why not?"

He knew very well that this outrageous proposal would certainly not be approved.

There is obviously something wrong with what this base is doing. It is obvious that they were not concentrated and destroyed because they were infected. This means that at the command of the commander, the cleaning team brought them to the incinerator room just to kill and silence them.

If they were allowed to leave the base on their own, wouldn't that mean they would have thirteen more mouths to talk nonsense outside?

Carlos didn't have any expectations, he just thought...it was a courtesy for a magician to ask before taking action.

Carlos moved as the other hand came to push him.

He took a step back and grasped the wrist of that hand with his hand. His muscles were tense and hard. Everyone felt their eyes blurred as a member of the cleaning team was dragged and thrown into the flame room by Carlos.

After failing to kill someone, he was killed instead. The survivors who were pressed over all had their eyes widened, especially Xiaoyao, who looked at Carlos's back in disbelief.

The member fell down in the flame room. The high-heat flame burning in the cracks of the floor tiles instantly ignited him, and the high-power bright lights installed on the wall made him unable to open his eyes.

The skin quickly turned black, and the member struggled, curled up, and tried to crawl toward the door.

The strange thing is that even though he was suffering from burning pain, this member still had the same indifference on his face. He didn't even scream. Only the trembling instinct of his body reflected his true state.

"We are infected." Carlos looked at this scene without emotion, smiled, and pointed at the people in the flames, "And you guys are normal people. How amazing."

If he were really a normal person, he would definitely be able to hear the sarcasm in his words.

These players are obviously not normal.

Different from the cleaning teams that usually patrol the base, the members of those teams have vivid personalities, but their abilities and status are superior to others. Others are no different from humans.

But these unseen clean-up teams in front of them were like puppets stripped of their emotions. They only knew how to complete the orders of their superiors and lost the right to complain.

They are more like infected people - completely controlled puppets.

Faced with Carlos's sarcasm, the remaining cleanup team didn't even blink, but directly pulled the trigger.

The survivors had somewhat come to their senses and looked at the cleanup team in horror. For a moment, they were grateful to Carlos for standing up, but at the same time they were full of fear for Carlos's situation and their own situation.

"Arlo" will be shot to death by these machine guns!

Xiaoyao closed her eyes tightly and couldn't bear to look anymore. The young man wearing glasses turned his head with some regret.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

Bullets poured towards Carlos desperately, like a grand rain curtain blooming next to the raging fire.

Carlos' body was riddled with holes, and the bullets passed through his face, shattering his face, revealing a blank nothingness inside.

The next second, Carlos was shattered into confetti, and everyone was stunned for a while. Even the people in the cleanup team stopped shooting for a moment and stood there blankly.

The leader of the cleaning team frowned slightly, and his eyes that gradually became colder glanced around. This corridor was actually in full view, and there was no place to hide, but he did not see the target.

"Idiot, you forgot to look behind you." Carlos's voice suddenly appeared behind the opponent's head. The leader of the cleanup team turned around without changing his expression. However, before he could turn around completely, he was hit by a sharp knife. Metal pierced the skull.

The leader of the cleanup team opened his mouth, but could not say anything. The look in his eyes quickly became distracted, and he fell down like a normal human being after receiving a fatal blow.

Only then did the other cleanup teams react, and raised their guns at Carlos again, but this time the bullets fell on Carlos, but they seemed to fall into a ball of shadow, passing through easily and embedding heavily. In the floors and walls.

"What the hell is 伱!" someone from the cleanup team asked coldly.

Carlos looked at the person who made the sound, smiled and took back the machine gun held by the corpse at his feet. His green eyes were filled with a biting chill, which complemented the orange-red of the flames.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a magic trick." He set up the machine gun in a very standard posture, "Of course it's impossible to perform the same magic twice in a short period of time, and it will easily bore the audience, so I just changed it. Tricks.”

In the indescribable eyes of the other survivors, Carlos was like a heroic monster, standing alone in front of them, enduring the bullets, and then returning all the bullets with the machine gun he had just obtained. .

Although the people who clean up the team are strange, their physical fitness is not much different from ordinary people. After being shot through by bullets, they collapsed in the corridor.

Carlos quickly defeated all of them and kicked the nearest corpse into the stove room, snorting with a bad attitude.

Then he turned back and looked at the people trembling behind him like quails.

The sturdy man shrank for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. He walked to Carlos in a few steps, followed Carlos' example, and kicked away the bodies of the cleanup team, causing their bodies to be swallowed up by the flames: "He Damn, we deserve it for making you want to harm us!”

After kicking him, he stammered to Carlos with a somewhat frightened and nervous expression: "Thank you for saving us. We didn't see anything. These people brought it upon themselves!"

Others woke up one after another: "Yes, yes, we didn't see anything!"

Carlos sighed.

"What if you don't see anything? That's not what I want to hear."

Xiaoyao twisted her fingers in confusion: "Then...we saw it?"

"Of course, you all must have seen it." Carlos casually threw aside the empty machine gun and walked back to the group of survivors calmly. "The base wants to harm us, but we are just resisting. So - we should leave These were obstacles, but they have been resolved."

"Next... I'm going to the city. If anyone is willing to follow me, they can come with me. If not, how about we part ways?"

He really wanted to take some people away.

These people are all natives of the apocalyptic dungeon, and they must know many things that the deducers do not know. The more people they take away, the more comprehensive they will be when collecting the information they know.

In particular, Carlos noticed that there was a former technician from Base 51 in the team, and he must take this person away.

Whether the other person wants it or not.

Xiaoyao also had to be taken away. He still needed to find out what the actor left on Xiaoyao.

But the cleanup team was trying to stop him.

As the saying goes, as long as all the enemies are dead, no one will know about my infiltration. This sentence deeply touched Carlos' heart.

As long as those who stopped him were dead, no one could stop him from taking these people away.