Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I can't verify whether what she said is true. My understanding of the truth of the end is only measured by the comments of others, their actions and the consequences of actions. I have also thought that maybe what she said is correct, at least, part of it is correct, but this is not enough to shake my will. I walk on my own path and save the world in my way, just as she thinks her actions are correct, and I also think that her actions are correct.

However, I did not have enough reasons and clear enough facts to refute her point of view.

"Your behavior is too fierce." I said to her: "Before the end comes, many people who might have survived will die."

"Even so, their deaths will allow more people to live. This is the price of salvation. Their sacrifice is valuable, and we are making the same sacrifice, aren't we? These soldiers will give up their lives for the same belief, and I will do the same. "

"It's a pity that I can't bear the love of my love to become a victim. If they will die, I would rather they die in a natural disaster that cannot be stopped by manpower, rather than being abandoned as a hero. I believe that if people can choose, I will definitely make the same choice as me. Your so-called salvation only sacrifices a few people and allows more people to survive? This choice is too ridiculous. People are going to die after all. I never expected my actions to make More people survive, this is the point of conflict between our ideas. The hero who can be sacrificed at any time is enough for me alone, so I stand here and stand in front of you at the risk of dying at any time. "

Yes, I never expected that I would let more people survive, but what am I expecting? I can't answer at 276094239765, but I believe there are some things that are more important than survival. Morino, Shirai, Sakuya ... These people originally had a happy and free life, and maybe they will support each other to survive when the end comes. Are they willing to become victims? It is too sad to be forced to be sacrificed by other conspirators as sacrifices for the survival of others. Do people who have a chance to survive because of their sacrifice must be qualified to survive?

"Yeah, it's so sad ..." I put the dagger away, raised the submachine gun with both hands, and told her with action that this battle would be inevitable, "Everyone can only be responsible for themselves, and no one is qualified for others Make a life choice. If someone does, then he is a sinner. "

The lady officer and I stared at me for a while, knowing that my will was irreversible, and sighed helplessly and pitifully.

"I thought you were a smart guy. I didn't expect it to be a little smart and stubborn idiot." She unscrewed the cigar on the table.

Open fire.

Chain judgment.

I dodge with a quick swipe and return with two guns. The bullets staggered across the air, and the broken stones flew around me. At the same time, it was impossible to accurately judge the chain at the same time. Even so, because the enemy was too dense, the soldiers in front fell immediately. Although it was not a deadly shot, the limbs were also severely damaged, and they could not be recovered in a moment.

The enemy's firepower is weakened to a certain extent, but my mobile space is also rapidly reduced. I stared at the bullet that was close at hand, retreated while firing, and quickly swept back to the turning angle. Almost at the same time, storm-like bullets hit the wall opposite the corridor, and loud noises and impacts shook the entire floor.

At this time, two grenades were ejected and hit the wall. Before it bounced over, I pulled Zhenjiang and continued to swipe backward.

The explosion exploded in the corridor like a fire dragon. In an instant, my eyes were full of dazzling light, fire and suffocating smoke.

I have eaten a lot of losses in this unsightly chaotic scene. I have long understood that I cannot panic at this time, and I must concentrate more on locking the actions of the other party. Rolling smoke and messy sounds will weaken your perception, but thinking in reverse, all people who try to enter this chaotic area will cause strong interference to this rich environment, and can completely reverse the chain.

But the enemy did not rush out from the front. They seemed to intend to hold their ground, but I did not dare to ignore it at all, because there was a three-pole mageweave messenger in the enemy. Her unknown talents and superpowers are killers that can immediately break the deadlock.

I held Zhen Jiang's hand, and suddenly, this hand broke free. This power is a little weird. I turned back reflectively and only saw Zhen Jiang's body crashing against the side wall, but this was not her subjective will. Someone grabbed her neck and dragged it back. Although Zhenjiang's body blocked most of the true appearance, I still recognized that it was the lady officer who suddenly attacked.

How could she appear here? Certainly not from the front of the corridor. Faster than doubt, I reached for La Zhenjiang. However, the lady official who held Zhenjiang rushed into the wall without any noise. In an instant, Zhenjiang was also accelerated into the wall.

Like an invisible door on the wall, the two disappeared silently.

I rushed up, my body hit the wall, and immediately a huge reaction force pushed me to the ground. The soreness in the whole body told myself that it was indeed a wall, not a blind eye.

I instantly understood the enemy's thoughts, confused my senses with gunshots and explosions, and the lady officer took the opportunity to separate me from Zhenjiang with super powers, and broke them one by one.

Where are the two of them now? It ’s possible everywhere. This building has winding roads and lots of rooms. The lady officer who ignores the wall can freely enter and exit any room. I want to track them, only use the monitor in the main control room.

I hope that before that, Zhenjiang will wake up. With a lesson in mind, I believe that she will not die because her eyeball is in my left eye socket, but she is unconscious, can she fight against that lady officer by virtue of her fighting instinct and inoperable knife-shaped critical weapon? I thought at this moment that Zhenjiang would suffer.

The attack stopped temporarily, the enemy did not pursue, and only one person remained in the corridor. Quietly, the depression is spreading. However, my mind is still clear, clearly emotionally agitated, but I feel very calm inside, as if there are two brain waves with different amplitudes beating. A very familiar feeling, like where have you experienced ... in a doomsday illusion?

The familiar feeling and the lost memory seem to overlap. I still can't remember it, but I really enjoy this illusory floating sense of sight.

After smoking my last cigarette, I threw the cigarette **** on the ground and screwed it out with my feet.

How can we break through the position of more than forty elite soldiers? No, it is not a breakthrough, they will not surrender or escape, and must be completely annihilated to enter the main control room.

The porch they occupy is very spacious, but they can only pass through the gate that is only three meters wide. This entrance can be easily blocked by the opponent's firepower. Which one is faster, their quick sweep and their response? They have fought me more than once, knowing my details, it is impossible to be completely unprepared. There are examples of dead soldiers in the front, they should know that using high-tech products can lock my high-speed movement to a certain extent.

After entering the entrance, it does not mean safety. Compared to the number of guards, the space there is too spacious. Three hundred squares in size, the enemy only occupies a small piece in front of the main control room door. Seen in this way, there are organs buried in that unusually spacious porch, which is almost a nail-cut thing. Once I step into it, it will become a bird in a cage.

It seems to be in a dilemma.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't play tricks, try your own limits.

I threw away two machine guns loaded with high-speed bullets, pulled out the dagger with my left hand, and pulled out the left wheel with my right hand.

I seem to be back at that time, the murderer Gao Chuan was carrying these two weapons into the bar base of the goat union. I am not a murderous ghost, but still Gaochuan.

Two weapons rotate freely in the hand, this is my real weapon, has been with me through the stormy partner.

Admittedly, the weapons of the ky3000 and fan dog troops are so powerful, but the human body is also so fragile. From a long time ago, humans could kill more powerful lives with only stones and wooden guns.

Killing doesn't need too powerful weapons, it just takes the right way at the right time.

The enemy in front of me is also human.

My bullet has no dead ends.

My dagger can cut their throats.

This is enough.

I took a deep breath, listening to the booing wind from the airway of the helmet mask.

"Swift." I said in a voice that only I could hear.

Put on lightly and put life and death out of the way, eliminating all worries. My footsteps are light, and the high-speed passage meanders in front of my eyes, from the ground to the wall, and from the wall to the ceiling. The speed is not extremely fast, but I feel like I am on the ground, and I am free to control. I seem to be a cat or spider.

The entrance door has been shredded by high-speed bullets, but the wall above the door is still a wall. If the soldiers pay attention to the door, my position will be in the blind corner of their consciousness.

I turned to the top of the gate against the corner above the ceiling. It was soft and quick, and I couldn't even hear it. I hung upside down on the wall at the top of the gate, listening to the movement in the entrance. They were quiet, didn't move, didn't talk, and I could imagine them staring at the gate with all their attention.

I suddenly turned down and imagined that I was like a big snake, rushing into the entrance close to the top of the door. The scene was swept at the first moment of confirmation by the visual field, and the high-speed passage continued to meander around the walls and ceiling.

The gunshots were loud, but they were scattered. As I expected, not all soldiers responded immediately.

The scattered bullets were completely free of threats during the rapid sweep, and the bullets chased my shadow and hit the top of the gate. Like a gecko, I swam through the ceiling and the wall. Before they fully reacted, I had reached their right side. At this time, they were attacking the top of the gate with saturation.

I moved away from the high-speed state and was pulled from the air by gravity. The soldiers who first sensed my actions were already locked in mid-air. They are more sensitive than others, and their eyes are already on my body.

Before they shifted the muzzle, I shot.

These soldiers are fully armed and have bulletproof equipment in vital parts such as the heart, head and neck. The bullets of the revolver cannot cause them fatal damage. So I chose to reduce their attack power.

In the normal state, my marksmanship is accurate and there are no dead ends. I continuously hit the bullets in the runner and interrupted the fingers of the six soldiers together with the trigger.

In the blink of an exchange of fire, the other soldiers had reacted and turned their guns to shoot at me. Dense bullets roared, and before that, I had entered a state of rapid swept, and the snake rushed towards them.

Saturated attacks without dead ends must be prepared before they can be formed for the first time. They were shot by me and some people had their own reflection nerves. Therefore, although the ballistic trajectory flying in front of me was dense, it was staggered.

I waved my dagger in the high-speed world and deflected the bullet that I couldn't escape. As long as it was not directly in front of the warhead, there was no danger of the dagger breaking.

As had to be tried before, with the most precise attack, the barrage of insufficient saturation will tear a path forward.

The closer the distance between me and the soldiers, the more bullets flew out of the muzzle. But instead of moving forward in a straight line, I saw a snake-shaped maneuver. Instead, I could clearly see the distance between the previous bullet and the next bullet.

As I thought, the six-barrel heavy machine gun operated by the soldier commander was amazingly powerful. The special bullets and the rapid rate of fire made him leave almost no space in front of him. But it was difficult to catch my maneuver with such a heavy gun. I could clearly see him chasing me at a very slow speed, and before he caught up, I had changed direction.

When it comes to talking about time and time, the distance between me and them is less than 60 meters. Even if the snake-shaped maneuver extends the distance of movement, it is a blink of an eye in the high-speed movement close to the speed of the maglev train.

I have burst into the soldier's position from the far left. Like cutting tofu, the dagger moves with the high speed of the body, easily cutting the armor around the soldiers' necks and cutting off the entire neck.

At the end of the quick sweep, a series of blood springs rose behind him. I stopped behind a soldier, covered his mouth, and inserted a dagger into his neck. The people around him reacted and shot at me all together. I have entered the state of rapid skimming again. The crazy fire can only tear the dead body into pieces.

Without commanding the commander, these soldiers began to retreat and everyone focused on their colleagues on the opposite side. I try to hide behind the soldiers, even if someone reacts, I can use the people around me as a shield. Although their shooting is very accurate, it is only for people who do not make unexpected movements.

For a while, my killing was very easy. I did n’t even have to do it myself, just pushed the soldiers in front of me, and the people on the opposite side could only pour bullets on my colleagues.

I found the commander in the crowd, but many soldiers guarded him. Under his command, the team centered on him was like a hedgehog.

Although the people around them fell down at a rapid rate, they did not panic at all, which gave me a familiar sense of crisis. Their current behavior is very similar to the situation on the first floor lobby, before encountering dead soldiers, and in the corridor.

The suffering they gave me made me remember. I can't continue to get entangled anymore. I think that although it seems that they can expand the results, these people are using themselves as bait to plan some unexpected tactics.

So I decided to change my original plan, give up the idea of ​​killing everyone immediately, and rush into the open main control room. By the time they responded, I had slammed the door shut, flipped over the conference table, and pressed the door against it. The bullet hit the door with a crackling sound.

Although this gate has been strengthened and strengthened, the enemy has strong firepower and should not last long, but this time is enough for me to do what I should do.

I started searching the entire room, but there was nothing I wanted except the machinery. Perhaps the key to open the security door on the back of the first floor was carried by the lady officer. As I expected, I tried to control the monitoring device and look for the whereabouts of Zhenjiang.

One third of the screens are showing battle scenes in other channels. Not many members of the security bureau arrived in the rear area, such as where I am, and maybe many people stayed in the original hall, where the monitor was burned by pulse. Unable to receive signal.

These scenes were only fixed around the main control room. I didn't see the familiar figures of fire escapes, turtledoves, ballet bears and Dorothy. Maybe they were led away by the stationed Mageweaver, maybe they had already died.

Like me, the members who tried to break through the main control room fell one by one. When there was no one who could climb up again, the screen in that place turned into a snowflake like a funeral.

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I cut the connection of other channels and tried to connect to other parts of this building.

The door behind him began to make a distorted sound, the roar of heavy weapons echoed in the room, and I could hardly hear other sounds.

Suddenly, those sounds stopped, and the room was filled with a kind of dead silence. At this time, one of the screens showed the figure of Ms. Guan and Zhenjiang.

Zhen Jiang was injured, her arm was cut off, and she staggered with a knife-shaped critical hedge weapon at the door. The critical weapon did not start. She turned her back to me, making me unable to see her expression at this time. The lady ’s body was intact from top to bottom, she seemed to feel my peep, raised her head towards the monitor to show a grin, smiled at me, and then went down.

Which room is this? I was about to locate, and suddenly there was a loud blasting sound behind me.

Sweep.

I rushed into the corner of the wall at the fastest speed, climbed up the wall, and walked toward the door of the hole against the ceiling.

A scorching breath rushed in, the twisted door immediately hit the conference table and hit the monitor beside it, bullets poured into the room, sparks flickering everywhere.