Blackstone Code

A flare that "slowly" lifts off can be seen by people far away when the air conditions are particularly good.

When it flew to the highest point, the scarlet light was particularly eye-catching even in the daytime. Coupled with the red smoke and dust floating in the atmosphere, it was not easy for the evolvers to lose sight of it.

A large number of evolvers immediately moved towards the place where the signal flare was raised, including the seven-member Super Star team.

"I think he must be very happy now because we will be able to go back soon."

Thunder was muttering in a low voice a little later. It had never thought about competing with Mr. Responsibility for the title of being the strongest in the team, but it would not admit that it was definitely not as good as Mr. Responsibility.

Considering this is a team and everyone is "family," it maintains respect for Mr. Responsibility.

But that doesn't mean it will comply with all Mr. Responsible's requests, such as "shut up."

It likes to whisper to the people around it. Maybe its cells are more active than other similar cells, so it can't stop.

After research, some scientists believe that Thunder's situation is a very special case. The bioelectricity and generation and discharge cells in its body are so powerful that time in its world is very slow.

At least it is slower than other people or other evolvers. This also means that for ordinary people, only ten or twenty seconds may have passed, but to him, it seems as if thirty, fifty seconds or even a minute has passed. .

This is not actually to say that time appears inconsistently between it and other people or evolvers, but simply because of the excessive activation of cells, which causes it to read the timeline faster than others.

This is why for adults, forty minutes is just a blink of an eye. Even if you work for eight hours a day, the work will be over soon.

But for the children, sitting in the classroom for forty minutes is as painful as the past year!

Because young children's cells are more active, while adults need to concentrate to realize that several seconds have passed, children are still worried about "why is this second so slow?"

This is the case for the Thunder, and this is why it sometimes doesn't follow the rules.

Mr. Fatty patted his belly and said nothing, just responded with a smile.

Everyone wants to go back early, there is nothing here.

There is no comfortable living space, a bathtub filled with hot water, a gentle young girl who can perform various difficult moves, and those ardent fans!

Of course, there is no flash, no exposure, no pursuit of people's eyes. In the sought-after life of the shelter, every monster is lost.

Although they are monsters, the memories that serve as references for values ​​and outlook on life are those of humans.

Mr. Responsible glanced back at it, and Thunder immediately made a gesture of shutting up. When Mr. Responsible turned around, it started chatting with Mr. Fatty again in a low voice.

"Who do you think will win between it and Mr. A?"

The fat man first glanced at Mr. Responsible, who had some bulging veins on his neck. In order to prevent himself from suffering, he could only say, "Of course he is our captain, why don't you think about it?"

It paused as it spoke, "We are about to approach the mission location. We'd better stay on guard. You know, those monsters are not that easy to deal with."

Lei Lei curled his lips and said nothing more.

Two minutes later, a group of people had surrounded the cave, and the hot air coming out of the cave was filled with an unpleasant stench.

It's like... the slaughterhouse has been working all morning. Those worthless animal offal are piled randomly in the corner, soaked in the blood seeping from the offal. After being exposed to the sun for most of the day, the sky suddenly became gloomy. The smell has been dull for three days.

The stench is mixed with various smells that make people imagine all kinds of terrible things. These odor molecules explode in the nasal cavity, and then stick firmly to the nasal mucosa and nose hairs.

Even if I cover my mouth and nose, I still have that disgusting smell when I breathe!

Some evolvers simply held their breath or put all their olfactory cells into a deep sleep. They couldn't stand the smell either.

Mr. Responsibility glanced at Thunder, which expressed its meaning clearly. Since you are fucking bored, you can go down first.

Lei Lei rolled his eyes. His previous personality was not like this. He was ordinary, even a little timid and cowardly, a member of the bottom class of society.

But the powerful force reshaped his personality and turned it into the complete opposite.

It took a deep breath and jumped into the cave, accompanied by its cry of "oooh"...

About forty or fifty seconds later, the sound of fighting came from the cave, and Mr. Responsible asked everyone to go in together.

The cave was actually not deep. Thunder was surrounded by a large group of monsters, and tentacles that could break steel kept trying to hit it.

Even if it reacts quickly to read the time, it is still difficult to dodge under such a dense attack!

As it roared, its size began to expand, and lightning kept being ejected. Only then did the monsters surrounding it respect it a little.

Mr. Responsibility stood at a place that was most suitable for watching the battle, and then waved his hand.

All the ordinary evolvers rushed forward immediately, while other members of the Super Star Team, including Mr. Responsibility himself, stood aside and observed.

This kind of battle does not require it to participate in person.

These alien monsters look a little smaller than the ones it came into contact with before, and their shells are softer but also easier to tear.

Their power is not that great, and they don't even seem to have very rich combat experience.

Perhaps the only thing they can do is float in the air.

After Thunder killed several monsters that were always surrounding it, it retreated to the team's position, breathing heavily.

"These things... are not easy to deal with. I'm having a hard time."

It said, taking a piece of genetically modified meat from another team member and stuffing it into its mouth.

As soon as the genetically modified meat with a more advanced formula entered the mouth, its weird and terrifying digestive system immediately started to work. In less than ten seconds, the piece of genetically modified meat turned into the purest energy, and began to fill its consumption.

Its breathing gradually calmed down, and even some of its uncontrollably raised hair gradually became more comfortable.

"There shouldn't be so few." Mr. Responsibility roughly counted, "They said that there were more than a hundred monsters that attacked the train, but there are at most forty here. Maybe it's not this group of monsters we are looking for. "

The hunter standing aside had a slight change in his eyes, and quickly hid his thoughts.

If Mr. Responsibility’s guess is correct, it means that there may be more monsters native to Earth Star than imagined!

And this also means that they may be entering a busy work period.

The battle is not one-sided. Ordinary evolvers lack a large amount of resources and are far inferior to the superstar team in terms of combat effectiveness.

Even if the gap between some people and them is not particularly large originally, as the amount of resources obtained by both parties is completely incomparable, this gap is quickly widening.

More than forty minutes later, the last sunflower monster that tried to escape was shot through the head by the hunter and fell to the ground. The battle was finally over.

"No kidnapped people were found, only a small amount of corpse remains, and..."

"Maybe you should come see for yourself."

Mr. Responsible, who was reporting to the company, frowned, and then Mr. A's voice came from the tablet, "Everyone wants to see what's going on there, you can turn on the camera."

After turning on the camera, Mr. Responsible handed his tablet to Mr. Fatty, and then walked deeper into the cave.

As they entered the last cave, everyone gasped.

Even the monster Mr. Responsibility still has a hairy feeling in his heart!

Inside the cave, which is not particularly large, are all shriveled heads with spines inserted neatly into the wall.

Some have been completely dried, leaving only a layer of human skin soaked in oil on the head, like a layer of cloth covering the skull.

The end of the blackened spine was inserted into the rock wall. It was at a slightly inclined angle, as if watching the people at the entrance of the cave.

This room was full of stench, and there was a layer of greasy oil stains on the black-red floor. This was squeezed out after being smoked and roasted, and it naturally dripped here.

As for those who are fresh, they maintain the expressions of fear they left in the world at the last moment. Although their eyes have dimmed, those frozen expressions are still lifelike.

There were also sounds of gasping and uncomfortable coughing coming from the tablet. Many directors saw this scene.

Mr. A also frowned in disgust, "Are there any survivors?"

Mr. Responsibility looked around, turned and left, facing Mr. A on the tablet and said, "No survivors were found. They may have died and become food."

"In a place like this, maybe that's their only source of food."

Mr. A pursed his lips and said, "Just now you said that the number of these monsters was wrong..."

While he was talking, Mr. A suddenly picked up the phone next to him, and his expression gradually became serious.

After it completed the call concisely, it said to Mr. Responsible on the screen, "We just received a call for help. They are attacking a shelter about 150 kilometers away from you. Mr. Lynch's opinion Just rush there as soon as possible.”

"The plane has taken off and will arrive over your location soon. Leave some people to deal with the cave, while others go to the shelter under attack."

Mr. Responsible turned around and walked to the corner, "Are you going to be a survivor this time?"