"Bang!"
A deafening gunshot echoed through the small room. Heads bloomed like flowers on the other side of the blood, and bright red things splashed around.
His body fell straight forward and he lay down in front of Francis with a frightened face.
"How are you, Mr. Francis?" Two guards, one tall and one short, held M4A1 rifles and looked at Francis sitting in the corner.
At this moment, he looked very much like a poor man who had just been humiliated. The two guards only dared to think about this idea in their hearts.
When the two guards saw the Dust Angel with her head severed, it made their hearts tremble again. What happened here just now?
As one of the strongest mutants in the institute, the Dust Angel actually died, but was still killed by an experimental subject with a terrible appearance. Francis also looked so embarrassed at this time...
"Are the experimenters okay?" Francis quickly regained his former calm. While talking, he stood up on the ground, not forgetting to wipe the blood on his face with his sleeves, as if nothing had happened just now.
"The security team is suppressing. There are people who are constantly releasing experimental subjects. They are rebelling, and some of them have awakened as mutants. Mr. Francis, I suggest you get out of here first. Our people are already gathering outside waiting for you, and you can come back when our suppression is complete," said the tall guard.
Francis nodded slightly, then stepped over the bodies of Jack and the Dust Angel, and left the room, followed closely by the tall guard.
The short guard in charge of the rear watched the two corpses on the ground and tapped twice, then turned his back and pressed the headphones on his ears: "Section 7 kills one experimental subject, repeat, Area 7 kills one experimental subject, other areas please report."
When the guard contacted others, a "corpse" behind him twitched twice, and then the body raised its hands to the ground, lifting its own body up little by little.
"Let me tell you something fun. When that fierce muscular woman died, she was still killed by an ugly monster," the guard said and stepped away from the hut.
As one of his legs was about to step out of the door, a wrinkled hand that seemed to have been scorched by the flames suddenly hooked around his neck, and then another cold dagger pointed at his neck. The next moment he was dragged into the room without even a chance to scream.
"Oh, look at you now, just like your aunt, who is ugly?" Jack lowered his head and looked at the guard who had been poked in a big blood hole by himself in his neck.
Jack's blown head had grown back again, but the new head might be a little uncomfortable, so it felt a little dizzy.
He threw away the blood-filled dagger, picked up the soldier's rifle, looked at the magazine, and whistled out of the small room.
"Revenge time~"
"La la la, la la la, I am the little connoisseur who killed Francis~" Jack walked slowly with his rifle in the long corridor. The only sounds echoing in the corridor were his singing and footsteps.
At this time, the corridor was full of guards or corpses of experimental subjects. Of course, there were more corpses of experimental subjects, and there were scattered experimental subjects running around. As soon as there were guards showing signs of success, they would pull the trigger.
Through the corridor, he came to a huge space, which was a gathering place for experimental subjects. Most of the experiments were conducted here, and there were iron beds everywhere.
Suddenly, two experimental subjects ran in panic from behind a door in this space and hid behind a thick stone pillar behind Jack.
Immediately afterward, two guards rushed out from behind the door where the two had just run out with their rifles in hand. They raised their guns and pulled the trigger in unison without any sloppiness.
While they were pulling the trigger, Jack also pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand. After a few explosive gunshots, the two guards sprayed blood and fell one by one.
"Wow, it's so exciting, it hurts," Jack looked down at his chest. The bullets that had just been shot into his body were slowly sliding out of the wound, and the wound returned to its original state in a few seconds. "As expected of me."
"Hey, you guys," Jack suddenly thought of something. He turned around and looked at the two experimental subjects hiding behind the stone pillars. "Did you see Francis, that inch-headed sissy? He was so scared by me just now that he peed his pants?"
"Just... right in front! In the corridor where the two guards came out just now! And many soldiers!" One of them looked at Jack with baldness and fear.
He had just clearly seen the bullet slip out of this guy's back... It was a miracle!
"Okay, then the next step is the clip of Jack killing the sissy Francis. I will definitely show mercy, just like I eat Australian lobster. Do you want to see it? I like others to look at me."
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Amidst the bloody and smelly promenade, Francis was gradually accelerating, and the number of guards following him down the road was rapidly decreasing.
The ghost knew how many experimental subjects had been released. They seemed to be crazy. They attacked the group of guards desperately along the way, using bites, gnawing, and some even snatched the guns of the dead guards and shot them.
"What are you running? Francis, what am I not doing to you?" Jack walked slowly in the corridor and shot a guard who was fighting with two experimental subjects in the head. "I just want to kill you! You see, in order to kill you, I put on a rifle, and it will only crush your skull and then break through soft tissue, break blood vessels, and blow up brain tissue."
After Jack killed the guard, he reached out and touched his body. He found a grenade and put it in his back pocket after weighing it.
Francis, who was running in front, could already hear the sound of the plank behind him. Wasn't this man dead?
At the end of the corridor, a large iron door appeared in Francis's sight.
He quickened his pace again and went up, pressing his palm to the identification, and the remaining eight guards lined up behind him, pointing their guns in full on the other end of the corridor.
Jack is dragging a rifle slowly towards this side!
"Hey Francis, look at you, you are just a coward, and you actually need a group of people to protect you with full arms..." Jack looked at the two rows of guards and those who were anxiously waiting for the door to open, Francis.
"Fire!" Francis glanced back at Jack and said angrily. A row of guards pulled the trigger, and a rain-like bullet tide poured towards Jack!
"Oh, damn..."
After Jack finished speaking, he was penetrated by countless bullets, and then fell straight back to see the guards cease fire after the target fell.
"Retreat." At this time, the door had also been opened, and Francis stepped into it. Behind the door was an elevator, an elevator that led directly to the ground.
In fact, there are stairs here, but it is too dangerous. It is hard to say that there are already experimental subjects ambushing there.
After several guards ran quickly into the elevator, Francis reached out and started to quickly slap the button that closed the elevator door.
At this time, Jack, who was lying down, took out the grenade he had just picked up from his back pocket with his bloody hands. Unexpectedly, it had not been hit by a bullet just now.
As the elevator door slowly began to close, Jack staggered and stood up holding a grenade in one hand and a rifle in the other.
The wounds on his body were healing quickly and with the naked eye, and bloody bullets slid out of his body and landed on the ground.
"Francis, have you ever heard of a hole-in-one with the M4A1?" Jack showed a disturbing smile on his face.
Francis in the elevator slapped the button to close the elevator door more quickly, but the elevator seemed to be joking with him. The closing speed was like a 100-year-old lady crossing the road.
"Come on." Jack bit off the security bolt of the grenade with his teeth, then gently threw it into the air, holding the muzzle of the rifle with both hands as if holding a baseball bat.
When the grenade began to fall, Jack swung his rifle hard, and the rifle body hit the grenade. He hit the grenade hard into the crack of the elevator door!
At this moment, the elevator door was about to close with only the width of one leg left!
01 seconds... 02 seconds... This is the time when the grenade outlines an arc in the air.
The grenade lived up to expectations and passed perfectly. The door, which could only accommodate the width of the grenade, fell into the elevator.
"Fu·ck..." The guard closest to the elevator door in the elevator couldn't help but swear when he saw the grenade falling at his feet.
And just then the elevator door was closed tightly...
"Bye-bye, asshole... Refreshing!" Jack breathed out, lay weakly back, and stirred up a burst of dust on the ground.
"Bang!!!!"
The elevator burst suddenly the next moment. The red flame's tongue of fire tore the surrounding walls into pieces and disintegrated. The powerful heat wave shock wave swept across the tip of Jack's nose into the distance, and several broken limbs spun rapidly like propellers and flew into the distance...
At this moment, time seemed to have paused, and Jack, who was lying on his back on the ground, looked at the ceiling and opened his weak mouth:
"Family, am I doing the right thing?"