From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

This large, enclosed facility is flat on all sides, with a total area of ​​10,000 square meters, equivalent to the size of four football fields, and a height of about 40 meters.

The top and sides of the facility are "encapsulated" by solid reinforced concrete walls and ceilings, and high-power lighting equipment makes the entire venue as bright as day.

Looking down from the ceiling, you can see that this facility is simply a proportional "model" of a small town, with regular streets and various basic buildings, such as houses, apartments, supermarkets, etc.

The reason why it is a "model" is that more than half of the buildings are just false shells, lacking practical use and inaccessible.

Beep! Beep!

Along with the harsh reminder sound, the warning light at the north end of the facility began to flash, and then a gate slowly opened.

"Holy Mother Mary... This place is really big."

"I thought we would go to the surface for some fresh air, but it's not stuffy here, not bad."

More than 50 D-level materials (personnel) in orange prison uniforms sighed as they walked out of the gate and came to an isolation area with protective fences and barbed wire, where many locked equipment boxes were piled up.

Dong.

When all the D-level personnel arrived at the isolation area, the gates behind them closed automatically, and the reminder sounds and warning lights also stopped.

"What to do next?"

"You ask me, how do I know?"

"Woo... I haven't woken up yet, I'm dreaming about doing things, tsk tsk."

"Damn, I get angry when I see you like this!"

The D-level personnel were puzzled by the armed security guards holding guns who suddenly opened the cell and escorted them to this underground town.

But these guys, who were originally serious criminals and death row prisoners, quickly escalated from the initial verbal disputes to confrontation and shoving in order to divert the uneasy emotions deep in their hearts.

"Attention all D-level personnel."

Just as the situation became more and more chaotic, the broadcast with a strong echo and nasal tone began to tell them:

"You are expendable personnel purchased by Atlas from prisons in various states and countries. You are regarded as scum who have lost their humanity and committed unforgivable crimes. In theory, you should be punished most severely, either sentenced to death or imprisoned in a dark and cold cage for the rest of your life.

But as long as you participate and pass the next product test and survive successfully, then Atlas will give you a chance to increase your welfare in prison, such as adding a dessert and afternoon tea every day.

Finally, Atlas sincerely thanks you for your unconditional cooperation and assisting us in this experiment."

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck! Dessert? Afternoon tea?! This is not what I want!"

The moment the broadcast ended, these D-level personnel began to curse, obviously dissatisfied with the welfare content.

Click~Click~!

However, the sound of the lock automatically unlocking made them temporarily stop cursing Atlas and gradually gathered around the equipment box.

Seeing that the locks were already opened, they had no patience and immediately opened the lid of the box.

"All good stuff!"

"Hahaha! These things are enough to make me happy for a while!"

After opening the box, the dazzling array of weapons and equipment in the box made them cheer uncontrollably.

One of them even picked up the instruction manual placed in the corner of the box, and seemed to be talking to his companions around him, or seemed to be talking to himself: "Cellular Ammunition Rifle Base, referred to as CARB system, the standard base is a bullpup rifle using caliber bullets, and the magazine capacity is 80 rounds...

Tsk tsk, this is really good stuff, let me take a look at the other one... Wow! .30cal caliber light machine gun, the bullet can hit the enemy behind the bunker through the algorithm... Isn't this making the bullet turn?!"

"Bullet turn?" Another D-level personnel picked up the instruction manual doubtfully, flipped through it, read it carefully for a while, and then looked at the other person to correct:

"Turning is to make the bullet deviate slightly, and it also requires a matching individual system to lock the target. We can't really use it in our hands."

"Okay!"

At this time, a bald man shouted loudly, making the messy isolation area finally quiet, and also focusing the eyes of all D-level personnel on him.

The bald man walked to the equipment box, took out a CARB shotgun from it, looked around, lowered his voice and said solemnly: "What a noise, are you all deaf? Didn't you hear them say that they passed the test and survived successfully? Do you really think Atlas will have good intentions? I'm afraid I won't survive a second with you."

After that, the bald man bent down and took out a weapon belt and put it on, then took away a large amount of shotgun shells, a pistol and corresponding magazines, and left the quarantine area directly.

After the bald man entered the town, his figure also disappeared at the corner, and it seemed that he was a lone traveler.

Seeing this scene, a group of D-level personnel stopped showing off and chatting, and picked up their favorite weapons and sufficient ammunition, either in groups of three or five, or alone, and entered this simulated town whose meaning and purpose they didn't know yet.

After a while, more than a dozen D-level personnel arrived at the center of the town and came to a crossroads.

Looking around, nothing unusual was found.

Just as they were about to continue complaining;

"Ahhh!! Ahhhh!!"

"Where did these dogs come from?"

"Ah...! Fuck! These bastards dare to bite me?!"

"Fire!"

"Da Da Da!"

The chaos and gunshots on another street resounded throughout the town.

? !

Hearing the noise, the expressions of the more than ten D-level personnel froze, and several of them ran to the right street without hesitation, and the remaining few hesitated for a moment and followed closely.

However, the person who ran in front had just rushed out of the intersection, and before he could see the situation clearly, he was hit by a stray bullet in the eye socket, causing the back of his head to explode directly.

Then he shook his body, fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

"Fuck!"

"This guy is so damn unlucky."

The D-level personnel who saw the scene in front of them sighed a few words at most, and then carefully turned around the intersection and came to the street where the melee took place.

Countless "Dobermans" were madly besieging a group of D-level personnel.

They also happened to witness a man being torn into two pieces and torn to pieces by two Dobermans after being knocked down by them.

!!! !

Everyone was shocked, and a rough count showed that there were at least seventy or eighty "dogs" that were strong enough to tear a person to pieces.

To save or not to save? This group of D-level personnel immediately became scared.

"Coward! I'm not afraid of dogs!"

A muscular guy had no worries. He held a .30cal machine gun and pulled the trigger at the crowd and the "dogs", firing indiscriminately.