Alien Relic Hunter

As Soap ran, he grabbed all the furniture within reach and threw it into the aisle between the reception room and the store, artificially creating a simple roadblock.

The coffee table in the reception room is very thick and has a steel plate sandwich inside. Although it is not a bulletproof armor plate containing Nino alloy like the cashier counter, its thickness alone is more than enough to block rifle bullets. It took a lot of effort for Soap to overturn the coffee table and place it in front of him.

As soon as he put the gun on the edge of the coffee table, the second group of men in black rushed into the store. A burst of intense gunfire rang out in the store, and the sofas, tables and chairs blocking the aisle were beaten to pieces - -The material strength of the imitation wood polymer is actually not much different from a piece of paper when faced with the full power of a ten millimeter caliber bullet.

The shooting of the men in black never stopped - they divided into two groups, advancing towards the corridor while alternately applying fire suppression. Not only that, the firearms they use do not use magazines, but large-capacity drums, so the firepower is more sustainable.

The bullet hit the coffee table, causing fragments of the ceramic slate to fly wildly, and even dense dents were made in the steel plate sandwich inside.

Soap still couldn't put his head to aim, so he could only fight back with "faith shooting" like the African black uncle in the old era - huddled his body and head behind the coffee table, raised the gun above his head, and only exposed the muzzle of the gun in the bunker. Outside, shoot in the general direction of the enemy.

Of course, there is no accuracy in hitting like this, and Soap doesn't expect this shuttle to kill a few men in black. His only purpose is to slightly hinder the opponent's advancement... For him, being able to slow down the opponent even for a second , that is also meaningful.

"As long as the clown can successfully send the message, even if I die here, it won't be a loss!" Soap gritted his teeth and thought, "Haha, I didn't expect to be able to become a hero after dying... What a pity. He is an unsung hero..."

The simple barricades made of furniture were quickly destroyed, and there was no longer any obstruction in the corridor. Soap could even hear the sound of the boots of the men in black stepping on the fragments of furniture amidst the deafening fierce gunfire.

"Damn, I can't retreat..." Zao Yao yelled in his heart that something was wrong - the coffee table he was using as a bunker was four meters away from the entrance to the living room. There was no bunker in this four-meter distance. If he If you rush over like this now, you will definitely be swept away by those men in black.

And staying where you are is undoubtedly the same as waiting to die - although those men in black still look like humans, their body structure is actually the same as that of monsters. The firearms in Soap's hands cannot kill them at all, and they can completely kill them. Bullets were coming from both sides of the room... In this case, even if Soap was given a gun with unlimited bullets, a gun that would never jam, and a barrel that would never overheat, it would not change his doomed outcome.

"It's over... I really have no choice now... Damn it, what should I do... cough cough!!" Soap breathed heavily, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and lime, which made him choke. He kept coughing.

Soap's mind was running at high speed, and the CPU in his brain was on the verge of overload... But he couldn't come up with a feasible solution.

All the explosives on his body have been used up, and there are still three full magazines, but the bullets have no lethal effect on the men in black... There is nothing in the surrounding environment that can be used, and the two temporary teammates are white. Give someone a run... There are still nine minutes left before the time limit requested by the clown...

Let alone nine minutes, Soap felt that he might not even have nine seconds left to live.

The feeling of fear when death was approaching - to be precise, he couldn't even feel the fear. His mind was completely blank, and only his hands were still mechanically changing the magazine and pulling the trigger.

The men in black had already rushed into the living room. I don't know why. They obviously only needed a grenade to kill the soap, but they didn't do that. Even the fire suppression slowed down a little.

Suo Suo suddenly realized that the other party wanted to capture him alive...but thinking of the tentacles and alien limbs growing out of the bodies of the men in black in the previous encounters, Suo Suo couldn't help but shudder - falling into this group of people In the hand, I'm afraid it would be better to be beaten to death directly.

Soap subconsciously reached for the secondary weapon hanging on his waist... Just when he was hesitating whether to pull out the pistol and shoot himself in the temple, the wall between the living room and the reception room collapsed, and hundreds of The dark tentacles of Ji surged out from behind him!

But these tentacles did not attack Soap, but bypassed him and attacked the approaching men in black!

From the tentacles breaking the wall to the last man in black being sucked into a "human fuck", the whole process took less than five seconds... Soap turned his head and looked at the place where the wall was broken. The figure of the clown did not appear, and those All the tentacles retracted after helping Soap out of the siege.

"Has the message been sent?" Soap sat there for two seconds, then suddenly reacted, grabbed the internal communicator and asked, "If there is another wave of enemies, I will never be able to defend it!"

"It's completed ahead of schedule." The clown's voice came from the receiver. I don't know whether it was due to poor signal quality or other reasons. His voice sounded a little blurry and distorted.

"It's done?!" Soap was overjoyed, "Then should we withdraw? There's no point in staying here and continuing to fight with those guys!"

"Well...it's just that you have to find a way to retreat on your own." The clown's voice became weirder, as if his throat was filled with phlegm. The slimy squirming sound mixed with the voice couldn't help but make him feel uncomfortable. The hairs on the back of the soap stand on end.

"What's going on? You...what's wrong with you?" Even if Soap was not smart at this time, he knew that there was something wrong with the clown's body.

"Absorbing...those men in black, my erosion level is close to the dangerous threshold...I may...at any time..." the clown said intermittently, as if he was in a very painful state.

"Will he die? Or... will he turn into a monster like those men in black?" Hearing what the clown said, Soap's heart couldn't help but "thump".

"I don't know..." the clown said, "please leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

Soap grabbed the communicator in his hand, feeling a little shaken in his heart - he was not sure whether the "too late" in the clown's mouth meant that the second group of men in black was about to arrive, or whether it was referring to another situation that he did not want to say.

Perhaps, running away at this time is the best choice.

However, without the help of the clown, can he escape alone?

Does he really have a way to survive?

Soap lowered his head and glanced at the corpses on the ground. The flesh and blood of these men in black had been drained by the clown's tentacles, leaving only a skinny body. The weapons they carried were scattered on the ground, and there was gunpowder smoke in the air. The smell was mixed with a disgusting smell of blood.

"Just think I was dead just now."

Soap touched the pistol on his waist again, and said to the clown with determination: "Didn't you say before that you left me and Noir beside you in order to use us as 'emergency rations' at a critical moment? Although I don't I don’t know much about the degree of erosion, but if you eat me, it should relieve your symptoms, right?”

"Damn, am I out of my mind and wishing to die?" As soon as he said this, Zao Zao felt a little regretful, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to worry about... From Mukah Fortress The reconnaissance team that set off has been almost dead so far. The giraffe is dead, Noir is dead, and only he and the clown are left. The latter is still in a very "dangerous" state... The annihilation of the army is only a matter of time.

Even if he escapes now, it is difficult to guarantee that he will escape from the Ark alive... Even if he can escape from the Ark alive, where can he hide?

After those roots penetrate the earth, the entire planet will be sacrificed by the madman named "Zeus"... Compared with the life on the entire planet, one person is really too small and insignificant.

As long as the clown can avenge himself, kill "Zeus", and destroy the other party's plan... I should have earned enough money with my life...

Moreover, according to the clown, after he absorbs himself, his consciousness will not disappear, but will merge with the clown's main consciousness. From a certain point of view, he has not died, but has just changed. Just a body.

If you're lucky, you might be able to witness "you" killing that bastard called "Zeus" with your own eyes.

Soap took a deep breath and waited for the clown's tentacles to penetrate his body - but at this moment, the clown rejected his proposal: "You run away, this level of erosion can only be achieved by your own soul. There is no way to spread it below the safety line. Even if Noir is still alive, it is far from enough. But I have a backup plan... Now you are of no use to me."

"Huh?" Soap was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

It's a good thing not to be eaten as "food", but the short-term relief is followed by endless confusion.

"The second batch of enemies will arrive here in five minutes at most." The clown added, "This time it's not just the men in black who are here."

"What about you? What are you going to do next?" Soap asked quickly, "Don't you even need help?"

"Before the erosion problem is solved, I can't guarantee that I will be sane at all times. It is far more dangerous for you to follow me than to act alone... I will help you lure those guys away. Next, you have to rely on You’re on your own.”

The clown paused and added: "By the way, the other reconnaissance team that was separated from you was not completely wiped out. There is still one survivor. Her current location is in the East Eighth District. According to the mobile Judging from the direction, we will enter the East Seventh District in about two hours... You can find a way to meet her."

"There are survivors in the other team?" Zao Zuo was slightly startled. He always thought that the team was destroyed before entering the Ark at all. "How did you know? Even you can know the location of that person, then Doesn’t Zeus definitely know about it too? If I go over to meet that person now, isn’t that just throwing myself into a trap?”

However, the clown did not give an answer this time.

Next, no matter what Soap asked, there was never any response from the other end of the communicator. It seemed that the clown had turned off or discarded the communicator.

"East Eighth District...another survivor." Zao Yao glanced in the direction of the warehouse and muttered, "It's too far from here, almost across half of the ark... If we walk in a straight line, we even have to cross After passing the core area, I would not go looking for that person unless I was crazy, right?"

He climbed over the collapsed wall, walked through the messy living room, and walked to the warehouse again.

The priceless communication equipment of Alpha Civilization had completed its mission and was smashed into a pile of scrap metal by an unimaginable force. As for the Joker, he has disappeared.

"Are you really going to the East Eighth District?" Zao Zao was hesitating when a strange noise came from behind an ajar iron door nearby.

"Who is there?!" Soap was startled, picked up the gun in his hand, and pointed it at the door.

This is the back street of the store. It is called a street, but it is actually just a narrow walkway between the street-facing shops and the warehouse. Behind the doors of several shops are their own warehouses. The iron door making noise is the warehouse of a store specializing in medieval audio and video products next door. However, according to the clown's original words, the real money making of this store is actually Reselling rubbings and copies of literary relics - some wealthy people who admire Alpha civilization especially like to buy some Alpha civilization stone tablets or other relics engraved with text and put them as decorations at home... Just like the literati in ancient times They like to hang some calligraphy and paintings on the wall, even if they can't understand any of the alpha civilization's words.

Soap took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the iron door - he didn't think those men in black were hiding behind the door. If they were them, they could just rush out and push him down. Why bother to be mysterious? .

Just when Soap raised his foot and was about to kick the door, the iron door automatically opened inward, and a skull-like head poked out halfway, saying urgently: "Don't kick the door! The sound is too loud, it will attract those things." It’s coming!”

"Urich? Why are you?" Soap put away the gun and asked with a frown, "Didn't you run away?"

"Those things are all around..." Ulrich shook his head, "It's too dangerous. I can only hide here until now."

"Can you sense the men in black nearby...those guys?" Soap asked.

He originally thought that Ulrich's ability to sense danger could only be used in the underground maze. Unexpectedly, he could still sense the danger factors around him after reaching the ground.

If you take him with you, wouldn't it be possible to avoid a lot of dangers in advance?

[P.S. Thanks for the 100 starting coins for the rifle reward. 】