I really don't care

But the people who rushed in didn't see anyone at all, only the partition board of the vent was rattling.

These people didn't see the people who should have been in the room. The leader pressed the communicator and heard a voice from inside: "The monitor has been destroyed."

This is just a random question without hope. After all, the enemy who has already invaded the interior and was discovered will not destroy the monitor first?

The leader gave the order: "Search!"

These people dispersed and walked back and forth in the small room, lifting the back of the hospital bed.

The room was briefly searched, but there were no Tibetans.

too weird.

The leader said: "Go and see the ventilation ducts - recently a new group of mutants has been captured, and he is probably here for this." So it is normal to hide in the ventilation ducts or walk along the ventilation ducts of.

*

But where is Moore at the center of the topic?

Moore knew that the ventilation duct could not go, but he was an ordinary person, and other people did not know whether he was an ordinary person, so these people thought it was normal for him to walk through the ventilation duct.

Moore was still in the room, of course.

Time was very urgent just now, and while listening to the voice from the other side of the door, Moore dug out a small hard drive and copied as much data as he could.

Seeing that the door was about to be smashed open, Moore quickly hid the hard drive, and hid himself under the hospital bed that blocked the door.

Hearing that someone came here to look for him just now, Moore was still a little flustered in his heart. In order not to let the windbreaker hang down, he was found, so he hid his face down and hid all the clothes behind him, forcing the clothes not to fall off.

Thanks to the bed sheets that hang down a little on the edge of the hospital bed.

The bed sheet was only about ten centimeters longer than the edge of the bed, but it hid Moore well.

But the leader of the team who sent a few people to the ventilation duct seemed to be a little smarter. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly scolded: "What a waste! I can't even find anyone!"

But you can't find it... Even if other people feel dissatisfied in their hearts, they think about it quietly in their hearts, and no one expresses their emotions directly on their faces.

For a while, the room was very quiet.

But seeing the leader walk a few steps, quietly, without making a sound.

He raised his eyes and walked to the side of the hospital bed that was ignored because the door was blocked at first, and Moore had already seen his shoes.

Moore knew that he might be discovered. He held his breath, feeling his heart beating faster, and he seemed to be unable to hear anything besides the heartbeat.

Suddenly, he saw the leader's shoes retreat a little bit, and then he met a face looking upside down.

Damn, she looks a little ugly.Moore knew that he had been exposed, but after being discovered, his heartbeat gradually returned to its usual state, "Ho!"

This sound was the sound he made when he punched the leader directly in the face.

Just this little sound is enough to let the other team members understand what the situation is now.

There was the sound of machine guns firing. If ordinary people hit them, they would probably disappear on the spot. With this density, no corpses would be left behind.

Moore immediately stood up the hospital bed.

——If Moore underestimated Damian because he couldn't beat him a few years ago, that would be an unwise decision.

By the time he was underestimated, the enemy was already decapitated.

Moore never explained that he was not weak and let others look down on him.If such an inherent impression can make him feel more relaxed during the task, then why not do it?

The sound of the gun hitting the hospital bed was very loud, and there were still footsteps in the corridor outside——

Moore kicked the hospital bed that was big enough, and pushed all the people out with direct force, and Moore found something out of the windbreaker.

"Bam—"

There was a soft sound, and at the same time, the entire corridor was filled with this kind of smoke.Slightly yellow, very dense, basically can't see anything clearly.

They are all their own people, so they don't dare to shoot.

They held guns, suspected each other, and aimed at each other. Finally, someone couldn't hold back and fired a shot first, hitting his teammate.

Cursing voices came out of the lingering smoke.

Then they started to shed tears uncontrollably, and the vision that they couldn't see was filled with tears, so they couldn't see clearly.

The hand used to shoot the gun is now used to wipe tears, how can anyone care about the intruder?

*

Moore, who was ignored at the moment, was still wearing thin surgical gloves, just to prevent people from discovering his fingerprints, and in order not to affect the hand feel, he purposely found such thin gloves.

He fumbled around in the windbreaker again, took out a few bat-like small things, threw them out, and ran out without looking at what was going on.

What More throws doesn't work alone, only together.

Of course, it must be accompanied by this yellow smoke. These two conditions are indispensable.

This smoke is not only used to cause tears and block the line of sight.

Some of the bat darts were stuck on the ground, and some were stuck on the ceiling, forming a wonderful induction with each other, and then there was a flash of light, and after a slight 'crack', the corridor was almost too gorgeous to see clearly .

Can't see clearly because of the bright light.

The highest safe voltage that the human body can withstand is 220 volts. The voltage caused by these gadgets thrown by Moore is not a small number like 220...

The light lasted for a while, and screams came from inside, and after the smoke completely dispersed, the smell of barbecue came in the air.

Moore put his hands together, prayed for them a little in his heart, and briefly expressed his apology, and then—

Without looking back, he picked up a submachine gun from the ground and rushed out of this corridor.

These things are disposable, just like the syringe, there is no need for Moore to recycle them.

It is said that the poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology.Sure enough, if you are not rich, you can't become a tech giant.

A few thoughts flashed through Moore's mind, and they were all thrown out of his mind in the end.

There is a turn ahead.

Moore smiled, knowing that there were probably people over there, but there was no other way.Because of the force and acceleration, his expression was no longer so calm, and the smile just now was just an ordinary smile that pulled the corners of his mouth. He didn't brake when he came to the corner.

Instead, he kicked his foot on the ground, kicked his other leg on the wall, and kicked more than once, turned a corner along the wall, and ran on the wall, just like someone who knows kung fu flying over the eaves and walls.

A strange road full of bullet holes was paved on the wall behind him amidst the deafening gunshots.

The muzzle of the gun followed Moore's figure, but Moore moved around flexibly as if he was not under attack...

Their bullets have been consumed a lot, but the person who came didn't even have a scratch.

Moore frowned, and directly broke the neck of the person closest to him.

Then, holding the body that was still warm, blocked a lot of bullets. With it, he successfully replaced it with a new cover.

Of course, this is another corpse.

Moore conveniently replaced the gun that had run out of ammunition from the man he had just killed, poked out the muzzle of the gun from the armpit of his body in front of him, and began to sweep across with a 'chug chug'.

There are many laboratories and observation rooms in the base, and the base is very afraid of being checked, so there are door frames thick enough to cover an adult.

*

This time, when he was approaching the end of the corridor, Moore's fine hair almost stood on end.

dangerous!

The instinct of the body began to clamor to keep Moore away.

So Moore, who should have rushed straight to the head, listened to his own body, turned around in a slightly weird posture, and happened to avoid the solid knife that could stab his waist.

But just turning sideways is not enough, because of the angle, the direction of the sneak attack is to let Moore's intestines be pierced directly, but in the current situation, Moore's waist does not have any problems when viewed from the front, but starts from the side , all the way to the lower back, close to the spine, were scratched.

Moore felt it and realized that the wound should be about half an inch deep. As for the length... more than an inch, he didn't know how much was left.

Moore felt that the wound was quite serious. After he realized it, he immediately used his muscles to force the blood flow to slow down. Anxiously, he kicked the attacker out with one kick - he didn't get out.

Because the attacker was behind the door, he was kicked and stuck to the door. Obviously, he had less air intake and more air output, and he was about to die.

Moore snorted a few times and left the corridor.

He called up the map of the base in his mind, wanting to go to the center of the base through the shortest distance.

Those who can pass through with violence will pass through with violence, and those who cannot pass through will...

Take a detour.

What can Moore do, he is an ordinary person after all.

But the impenetrable refers to the kind of wall or door that Moore's gel bombs can't blow open.

He was not good at sorting out information. He felt that intelligence was not as fast as force. It wasn't until he learned about various gods later that he realized that after meeting mutants, he was actually nothing.

At this time, the wayward Moore could listen to other people's words.

And now that no one is by Moore's side, he can obviously start to fly.

Of course, Fei really flew, but also suffered injuries.

A corner of the hem of his windbreaker had been burnt, and the rest of the hem seemed to be wallowing in mud.

His face was also a little gray, but it was impossible for others not to recognize him. The tiny light in his eyes represented hope, and one could tell it was him at a glance.

But behind what he couldn't see, the back waist, although it was slowing down, the blood that was still flowing out had already soaked the shirt and windbreaker.

This blood loss...

Moore touched through the thin gloves and saw that the gloves were stained red.He pursed his lips, knowing that he was still in the enemy's base, so he just took out an injection from the windbreaker and gave himself a shot.

Then move on.

The author has something to say:

I think fighting will always be my flaw orz

I was asked about my New Year's resolution for the little angel of Moore

Probably

It's really great to see the Batman family and Thalia Peter Minini happy, safe and healthy

If he can do this, even if he dies immediately, he will have no regrets

→.→This wish is a bit cruel

But if Moore's wish is known, he will be beaten by the old father (?) Hahahahaha

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