War Paradise

Seeing that the walking corpse was about to die in the hands of the empress, Lin Chi hurriedly stepped forward to block the walking corpse:

"Wait!"

"Why, guardian, do you want to plead for the despicable walking corpse?" Jane frowned and looked at him: "You forgot how those necromancers treated my guards? You almost died at the time. Are they under?"

"I am not..." The walking corpse kept struggling: "I am... a person..."

"This is not a walking corpse resurrected by a necromancer, just a local resident, let him go."

Lin Chi stared at Zhen without blinking, and said word by word: "Let go."

——In any case, the corpse demon can be regarded as his entourage. This guy's special ability may still be used in the future. Now, it is not time for him to leave the field.

"Guardian, what are you talking about?" The queen couldn't understand Lin Chi's behavior at all.

The queen's guards were slaughtered by the armor resurrected by the Necromancy Scrolls. Because of this, she hated anything that had anything to do with necromancy magic, and just wanted to get rid of the opponent immediately.

"I said let him go." Lin Chi stepped forward and grabbed Jane's slender wrist roughly.

"Are you going to rebel..." the Queen gritted her teeth.

While speaking, Jane raised her free left hand, a sharp light faintly flashed across her palm.

Lin Chi knew that with the empress's super powers, he could be killed instantly. But even so, he did not flinch, but coldly stated the facts:

"If I die, do you think'Jen' can survive here? The personality you appeared before can't use abilities."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Jane’s movements stopped temporarily, and the empress clearly knew that she couldn’t have the ownership of this body forever. If she is controlled by the weaker personality, if no one protects it, it is indeed true. It may be dangerous.

"I……"

Just as Zhen was about to speak, Lin Chi suddenly grabbed the seasoning on the table next to her and sprinkled her hands full of choking powder on her face.

Even the queen didn't expect that the other party would come with this hand. She was choked and sneezed several times. At the same time, she still coughed. She squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, her body twitching slightly.

As Jane started to switch personality, the corpse demon, who kept her feet off the ground and body close to the wall, fell heavily to the floor, and the inside of her body began to decay, and there was a crisp sound of fractures.

"What is he doing? Why does it seem to have forgotten me?" Zombie Moxin stood up with lingering fears and looked down at his broken body: "Thank you for saving me. I will be squashed later..."

"It's okay, I have something to ask you tonight." Lin Chi patted the corpse demon on the shoulder with "heavy words".

"What's the matter? As long as I can save my life, I will definitely go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!" The corpse demon who used the corpse of the patrolman raised his broken right hand and saluted a non-standard military salute.

Listening to the contradictory remarks made by the other party, Lin Chi sighed and asked: "If I provide you with a complete body of the patrolman, as well as a full set of clothing and equipment, you can join the patrolman team tonight. Here, can you find some information for me?"

Lin Chi knew that it was very troublesome to collect intelligence directly, but if the corpse demon was mixed into the patrol, it might be able to solve the mystery of "Why the patrol wouldn't be alienated".

"Of course, no problem at all!" The corpse demon nodded eagerly, and his tongue broke half as he spoke, falling out of his mouth and falling on the floor: "Where is the fresh corpse? Now this body can't stand it..."

"There is a patrolman captured by me in the basement. As long as you can ensure that you can find the information, you can use it at will." Lin Chi pointed to the stairs leading to the basement.

"Thank you so much, I promise you will make good use of it!" The corpse demon smiled happily, dragged his rotten body, and strode towards the basement door.

Two seconds later, from the basement, a depressed scream sounded.

...

An underground secret facility of the incinerator is hidden under a factory warehouse on the outskirts of Holomansk.

This abandoned industrial zone is usually off the beaten track and does not seem to have too many patrols, but there are a large number of soldiers. They have been hiding in several seemingly unmanned apartments nearby, and they are monitored 24 hours a day. The situation in the factory warehouse, beware of any intruders that might appear.

Even these loyal elite patrolmen are just fulfilling orders faithfully, and they don't know what they are protecting.

Usually there are very few visitors here, except for the soldiers who change shifts, the number of visitors here can be counted with one hand. Because of this, they are usually idle and bored playing cards in the apartment, and even start gambling with "will anyone come over today" every day.

"Do you think there is anyone today? I bet one hundred rubles and no one will come." A patrolman leaning on the left side of the rusty iron gate of the factory warehouse tore off his sweat-soaked mask, revealing a square full of stubble. face.

"I also bet that no one will come, two hundred rubles." Another patrolman next to him replied.

"If you can't open it like this, can't you bet another result..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not stupid."

The two soldiers who were in charge of guarding the front entrance of the warehouse were having a boring conversation, but they saw a black jeep driving over from the dirt road in the distance, and their vision continued to expand.

"Surely someone is coming?" The soldier who just wanted to start the gambling opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Isn't it the wrong way?"

"Can I bring someone in right now?" another soldier said very quickly.

"Go away..." The bearded soldier cursed, watching the jeep stop in front of the warehouse's front door, and a tall figure walked down.

It was a guy who was dressed in strict compliance with the regulations of the incineration agency, his body was tightly wrapped in a gray coat, and he was wearing a plush hat and a large mask, with only brown eyes exposed.

"You are not allowed to enter this place without permission. Please indicate your identity." The soldier routinely asked the other party's identity, and at the same time clenched the handle of the AK-47 in his hand.

Although the opponent looked like an ordinary citizen, for some reason, the soldiers always felt that this person was a bit dangerous, and he was slightly more alert.

"I'm Andrechenko Kanovic Kronitovsky." The visitor's voice was a little hoarse. He took out a document from his pocket and gave it to the soldier to look at it.

The bearded soldier opened the ID and turned directly to the last blank page, only to see that it was stamped with a red admission certificate seal. Although I was still a little worried, I could only return the ID to the other party, nodded and said:

"Come in, Mr. Andrechenko."

After getting permission to enter, the suspicious man walked quickly into the side door of the factory warehouse.