Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The elevator door was easily torn by a palm half a meter wide. An equally huge head came in. It was like a Tyrannosaurus rex that had found a prey hidden in a narrow space. It opened its mouth with sharp teeth and roared silently. Although the sound could not be heard, there was still a sense of oppression almost squeezed towards us.

The head is oval in shape, and its body is grayish-white. Only the front of the forehead has a red flashing eye. The palms that are tearing open the elevator door are rapidly deforming, the film between the fingers is retracted, forming a thicker and longer knuckle, and the sharp nails gently scrape the torn door fragments, which are like cookies fragile.

While it was roaring, I was already shooting. At a short distance, I did n’t even need to enter the state of chain judgment to hit the bullets. After the special bullets that frequently used to shoot out ten shots in one breath, they successfully smashed the eyes of this fierce guy, but it did not Loss of mobility. This part of the eye seems to be not its weakness, at least it is not more angry than before.

At this time, its overall outline is completely presented in front of us. The previous analogy is not wrong. This is really a monster like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It has a long head, a huge body, and a sensitive and relatively short forelimb. Its upright hind limbs and a tail full of power.

While I continued to pull the trigger, the monster threw the crumpled metal sheet under my feet, and the forelegs came towards us. The sharp nails and swift movements make people feel that even if it is just rubbed, the body of ordinary people will become two sections. Without thinking about it, I entered an explosive state and turned to hug the two women behind me. He leaned down and ran forward like a cheetah at almost the height of the ground.

The force of the claw slowly passing from above the head presses the air. A wave of ripples emanated, as if it was across the water. After missing the target, it was probably hit on the metal wall of the elevator, making a slow and heavy cracking sound.

We slipped between its legs, and the monster's reaction was quite agile, almost the moment I came behind it. It has already begun to turn around. When I broke away from the outbreak, I saw the tail thrown on the elevator by the inertia of the turn and twisted the elevator distorted.

It looks hard and has the same instinct as the fierce predator in nature. The smashed eye part is like an insignificant decoration, at least it is definitely not just relying on vision to lock our position. I don't know how long it will take to solve this monster, so I dare not rush into a strict time-limited outbreak.

I pushed Gregia and Tracy to the side, attracting its attention with a rifle attack. On one side, he quickly looked at the space in the gap between it and it.

This is like a factory building. There are piles of wreckage of seemingly abandoned construction machinery, but there are still things that are still in operation. Not far away there is a place that is probably a production line or a maintenance place. Countless cranes mobilize the container from a distance, extract parts from it, and install it on a humanoid machine that is ten meters high. This anthropomorphic machine has no legs, replaced by a disc base suspended in mid-air, and the arms are a pair of huge drill bits. Within the range between this humanoid machine and the elevator. Scattered more debris of self-propelled weapons-there are anti-footed, quadruped-shaped, spider-like articulated joints, and even crawler and knapsack jet engines.

The air still exudes burning odor and heat, and it seems that not long ago, there was just a war in this place.

Is Dorothy really in this ghost place? Where is she hiding? Was the monster in front of her and the war that happened just now related to her? Many questions circulated in my mind, and her situation seemed really bad. If everything she said before is true, then what happened here. Probably all the counterattacks launched by the secure network system against her hacking.

Judging from the traces left by the war scene, I think the humanoid machinery is being repaired. And the wreckage of these scrapped self-propelled weapons on the ground is not all part of the safety network system, it is probably the defense measures used by Dorothy to defend against the security guards. We came quite promptly. If the monster like Tyrannosaurus in front is a security guard, and the humanoid machine is Dorothy's final line of defense, as long as we are a little late, the security guard will be able to completely solve all the defensive measures.

Imagine that these defense machines controlled by Dorothy are quite rigid things, so they will be defeated by security guards without any effort. This security guard's physique, defense, strength, agility, and response far exceed that of ordinary security guards, but it does not seem to be equipped with weapons for long-range attacks, relying solely on the body to knock down the enemy.

For me, although there is no way to solve the battle immediately, it is not difficult to delay it. The key is to concentrate, not to waste every outbreak. I do n’t have a decisive weapon in my hand, and it must last until the humanoid machine is repaired.

I succeeded in attracting the attention of the security guard. Gregia and Tracy quickly ran away from the center of the battlefield and ran deeper into the plant. They should know what they are going to do. Since entering the factory, Dorothy has not contacted us. We must know what happened to her now.

Once again, I entered an eruption, avoiding the tail that swept like a whip, and then surrounded by a piece of metal debris. I found that whenever I was hiding in these wreckage, the security guard always had to spend some time to find me. Of course, with this wreckage, I might be able to escape smoothly, but considering the actions of Gregia and Tracy, I have to show up every once in a while. In the proverb of online games, it is to attract hatred.

I can do this, and I should thank the security network system for not completely controlling this security guard. Otherwise, it ignores me and directly destroys the humanoid machinery, killing Gregia and Tracy. I am not sure enough to prevent it from doing so.

The security guards began to clean the debris covering their senses by waving their claws, hitting their bodies and whipping their tails. With the heavy and dense impact sound, the debris around me was thrown one by one one after another. I had to change places quickly. It is also necessary to prevent being hit by flying debris, even if they only hit the debris next to me-when they fly over. The momentum generated is too great.

I think I am like a rabbit running through a bush and grass, and suddenly appeared in the security guard's observation range, and then disappeared into another bush and grass, and the security guard came like a hungry wolf.

I lowered my body and leaned against a two-meter-high wreckage. A large metal frame fell from the air, less than one meter away from me. Under the illumination of the plant lights. The grim shadow imprinted in the shape of a security guard spread slowly towards this side. I heard heavy but vigilant footsteps, it paused and seemed to turn away. I think this is a dangerous harbinger. It may be a loss of interest to me, but it may also be a deliberate trap.

However, even if this is a trap. I must follow it. I took a deep breath. Suddenly turned around and left the wreckage, however, while doing so, I found something wrong-I did not see the security guard in front. My gaze stopped on the ground, and a smaller shadow was glancing towards me quickly.

There was almost no extra time for thinking, and there was a tingle on the top of the forehead, as if a bad wind was blowing from above. I entered an explosive state. He sprinted to the right without lifting his head. Just after taking three steps, a huge sense of vibration came from behind. Even if I do n’t use the power of chain judgment, I can outline all of this. The security guard saw my behavior and pretended to leave, but jumped high. When I noticed something wrong, it was already quite close to me. . just now. It has fallen behind me, less than five meters away!

Chain judgment is on. Behind the goal locked, a huge network quietly opened in the world of online construction.

The double load brought by the explosive state and the chain judgment made my body suffer from inhuman torture. It seemed to be thrown into the steel forging machine and was torn, squeezed, twisted and burned continuously, but it was worth it. I clearly "see" the movement of the security guard. It quickly moved its feet, which had never been seen before in an instant, enough to catch up with my speed in an explosive state. The heavy body and the huge momentum generated by the high-speed movement make the air behind me bend and expand like a balloon, and slide heavily toward the sides like mercury.

A wreckage appeared in front of me, originally the wreckage of my hiding place, but at this time it became a terrible obstacle. If I were to bypass it, I would lose speed at this moment and be caught by the Tyrannosaurus security guard behind me.

I tried to lift my feet and step on the wreckage. The clever people in the movie did this: the moment the security guard caught up, turned around and swept the tail, and I used the power of the sprint to step on the wreckage and made a post Somersault. In the middle of the air, I saw a thick tail, like slow motion, passing under the distance of less than half a meter. The air made a dull explosion.

The most dangerous moment has passed. When I exited the outbreak state and the chain judgment, the violent impact sounded from behind. I don't need to look at it to know that the wreckage that was replaced by me must have been destroyed. The power of this attack completely surpassed all previous attacks by this security guard.

When a security guard resembling a Tyrannosaurus reverted to the front, I happened to use its forehead as a landing point, and then I turned over along its spine, and inserted the folding knife into the gap between its neck and body. Judging from the feeling passed into the palm of my hand, I didn't hurt it, but the security guard I was hanging on was obviously very uncomfortable. It shook his body vigorously, kept looping in place, trying to throw me off.

I have n’t been thrown off. When I climbed on its body, I was ready to face this situation and thought of a possible solution to this battle. I always pay attention to its tail, it is a gamble, to see if I persisted for a long time, or it is more impatient. It didn't keep me waiting. The tail of the security guard was turned upside down, and at the next moment, it was inserted like a javelin, and I had turned to the other side with the power of swing.

The tail brushed past me and was inserted directly into the security guard's own neck. This time it was hit hard, its pace began to stagger, like a drunk drunk. When the tail was pulled out, I could see a messy tissue structure in the large hole on the neck and neck. A large piece was missing in the place like the cervical spine, and it was almost broken.

Obviously it has not been taught, but it is even more restless. Shake the tail at me again. I directly released my hand holding the folding knife and rolled it underneath. It was dangerously not stepped on by it. This time, its control of its tail became weaker, and its neck was directly pulled off by the huge power of the tail.

The armor like scales splashed around. When the security guard stumbled to the side debris and finally fell to the ground, the severely damaged neck was finally unable to sustain the heavy head. The oval head hit the ground and rolled towards me all the way, the big mouth opening and closing was still doing the bite. I'm far away. Approaching the headless body vigilantly, he retrieved his folding knife from the ground.

This time, it was no different from the security guards who had encountered bionics before. After losing its head, even if it did not represent death, it would no longer be able to move.

I confirm the death of the security guard. Set your sights on large humanoid machines. Its maintenance seems to have entered the final stage, but it soon stopped because the rear assembly line no longer carries parts. The mechanical wall moved over its body as if it were helpless, but no half-sparking stars splattered, leaving only the sound of the machine idling. The plant seemed quiet, and it seemed that the entire world had become quiet at this moment.

Gregia and Tracy show their figures from the stand above the maintenance device, and they shake their heads at me. He said that he had not found Dorothy's hiding place, and he was disappointed. They never dared to shout, for fear of attracting enemies who might be lurking in the factory building.

I let them down, and when everyone meets again, there is a slight squeeze sound from behind. We turned our heads together and saw that the distorted elevator seemed to fall into a black vortex and was stirred and compressed with greater amplitude. Squeeze into a ball of metal. The metal ball becomes smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye and eventually disappears into the air. just now. There was only a flat ground left where the elevator was originally, and behind it was a wall without doors. There should have been a descent channel above, and no gaps were seen, as if there was a complete ceiling.

"It seems ..." Gregia said uncertainly: "There seems to be no descending channel under the metal pipe where the building we came down from."

This is really a puzzling thing, and it seems that only words like "space transmission technology" can explain it. However, anything can happen in the ruling bureau, and any unexpected phenomenon and technology may exist. Isn't the way we enter the ruling bureau also through a glossy "node"?

The disappearance of the elevator gave me the idea of ​​"safety" before I called Dorothy. The rustling voice representing the communication has been echoed in the plant.

"Have you heard? Gao Chuan." Dorothy's voice rang out: "I saw you. That was the last security guard who came to me. My line of defense was about to be breached, but I couldn't move. You came It ’s time. It ’s safe now. I ’ve blocked the local secure network, and it ca n’t find its place before breaking through the firewall. "

"Where are you?" I said, "We should talk about it."

"Yes, we have to talk, there are many things you must know." Dorothy said: "I'm in the basement, and now I open the entrance to you, where the elevator is." Let's just say, the elevator was originally where it is On a flat floor, a square-shaped gap appeared quietly, and the lights were on, and you could see the steps going down.

"You really look like a mole." Gregia couldn't help saying.

"I spent a lot of time to find this relatively safe place." From Dorothy's plain tone, she didn't mind Gregya's statement, "For this world, I'm like a virus same."

"Okay, viral girl." When we entered the steps, Gregia still chattered: "I was confused by you, you have to explain it to us."

This time, we arrived in the basement very smoothly. This is a space of only one hundred square meters. In addition to the entrance, there are a large number of circuits, wires, pipes and displays stacked on the wall. Some are very old and some are relatively new, but they are all working and bright. The invisible data flows at a high speed in the screen that is displayed. There is some kind of electrostatic field that makes our hairs stand upright, and everything here makes Gregia and Tritty show amazed expressions.

"It's cool," Gregia said.

"Then, where are you?" Tracy asked next.

We have not seen any trace of humanity.

"In front ~ www.readwn.com ~ behind those screens." Dorothy said: "I can't move, so you have to come by yourself."

Obviously, there is still a relatively visually secret space behind this bunch of devices that are probably used to invade the security network. When we overturned the tall equipment pile a little embarrassedly as she said, a dazzling figure was exposed in front of us-a large terminal console, a backrest chair, and leaned back against the backrest It is a skeleton that is only the size of a girl's body.

There is no doubt that this is a human corpse, and the muscle tissue that has not yet decayed emits a bad smell. Her Gothic dress has been covered with dust, and it looks dirty and shabby, which is terrible. The scalp hair, which was not completely shed on the skull, was loose and golden, but it had withered. On this withered flower, many nerve-like wires are inserted.

We were all shocked by this scene and speechless.

Then Dorothy's voice sounded again: "I hope this body does not scare you."

"You're Dorothy?" Gregia screamed and quickly covered her mouth, constantly muttering: "My God, oh my God ..."