I know a thing or two about the supernatural

Chapter 460: Welcome to the real world!

After being reminded by the helicopter pilot, the members of the Overwatch team looked over, and immediately closed their mouths in astonishment.

Because on the ground, the big hole smashed by Samuel, Morrison was lying there.

If this is the case, forget it. After all, Morrison and Samuel fell together, but now Morrison seems to be still moving.

Shouldn't Morrison be dead?

Whether it was detonating the grenade at such a short distance or falling from a height of hundreds of meters, Morrison should be just a corpse now, and the corpse should also be tattered, missing arms and legs.

It's ridiculous to be intact.

It's even more outrageous to be able to move!

The driver and team members looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

"That... Samael won't be parasitic in Captain Morrison's body, right? That's why Captain Morrison is alive?"

"I understand the truth, but what about the quality? Samael is more than two meters tall, and his body of that size has all gotten into Captain Morrison's body?"

"Isn't Samael a supernatural creature? Maybe there is some supernatural ability that we don't know about that can do this?"

Having said that, the two decided to go down and have a look.

After all, Morrison is still alive, and they can also deal with Sheffield.As for why Morrison did not die, and why Samuel disappeared, I will leave it to General Sheffield to have a headache.

Slowly, the helicopter landed on the ground, and the team members unhooked the seats, and slowly approached Morrison with their assault rifles in hand.

"be careful."

"I know!"

Finally, the team members came to Morrison, squatted down, and gently shook Morrison's body.

"Captain Morrison, Captain Morrison! Wake up, wake up!"

Under the shaking of the team members, Morrison gradually opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in confusion.

Because Morrison had a dream, a very real, too real dream.

In the dream, he became a young man named Derrick, who came to Area 51 of the United States of America because of his love of adventure.

Also there, he was caught by the security personnel of Area 51, and met a doctor named Howay, and that guy was so crazy that he wanted to remove his brain for human experiments!

Not only him, but before him, there were already dozens of victims, all of whom were smugglers who smuggled into the United States of USD.

This... is this, Samael's memory?

After digesting the memory, Morrison finally understood the cause and effect of the incident, but it was these memories that made him a little unacceptable.

Things are completely different from what I thought!

Everything is just the self-inflicted consequences of the United States of USD!Moreover, the main participant in this project turned out to be General Sheffield whom he respected!

After waking up, he looked at the team member who had been calling his name, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

Is this team... really human?

From Morrison's point of view, he saw the players in front of him emitting black smoke, and the black smoke formed the outline of a face.

The faces were covered with blood and tears, and they opened their mouths slightly, as if they wanted to say something.

What's going on, what's going on here?What is the situation of this black smoke, why does it form a human face?What are they trying to tell themselves?

In a trance, he seemed to see a new scene.

It was a barren village, where desert and loess were the only hues.

Here, it is definitely not the scenery that the United States of USD has.

However, he saw this team member in this picture. This team member was holding an assault rifle and looking down at the kneeling man on the ground.

But the person kneeling on the ground is obviously still a child?

Seeing this scene, Morrison was shocked, because the child kneeling on the ground was too young, only ten years old, to be pointed at with a gun like this.

But the boy's thick lips under his hooked nose, and his tan skin, let Morrison know where this was.

This is Iraq.

It's no wonder that soldiers from the United States of America will appear here, but why are they pointing guns at children.

Before Morrison could figure it out, he heard the player's voice.

"Did you help the people in the base?"

The child didn't speak English very well, so he could only shout NO desperately in a crying voice, but what followed was that his hair was grabbed and slowly lifted up.

"How do you deal with this guy?"

There seemed to be some other people in military uniforms in sight, but what those people said made Morrison's skin crawl.

"Do you still want to take it back for interrogation? There is no room for the helicopter, kill it."

Yep, there's no room left for the helicopter, so kill the kid.

Such an understatement made Morrison angry. This is human life, a living human life. Even if he committed a crime, he should be judged, let alone a child.

"Then I'll get rid of him!"

"Well, let's do it, be clean and tidy."

"I will!"

The team member smiled ferociously, then took out a saber from the tactical vest, and slowly slit the boy's throat like holding a chicken.

The screen turned again, and the scene changed again.

Still holding assault rifles, the team members faced ragged refugees.

"Run forward from here, if you run fast, I will let you go!"

With an order, the refugees, men and women, began to run wildly in the open field, while the team members and their comrades laughed grinningly, sat in the car, chased the fugitives, and aimed their guns at them.

Bang bang bang bang!

Accompanied by gunshots, the refugees fell to the ground and were ruthlessly crushed by the car, but the team member and his comrades always smiled, like hunters participating in the hunt.

However, their prey are humans.

Morrison could still hear the conversation between the team and his comrades.

"Killing so many people, how do we explain it?"

"It's not that simple. It's like being attacked by the base. These are civilian soldiers trained by the base! By the way, put the captured gun next to the corpse, and the superiors won't say anything when they see it."

Morrison went numb.

Massacre, this is the massacre of civilians.

In a trance, he heard the voices of the team members again.

"Captain Morrison, Captain Morrison, are you all right?"

Back to reality, Morrison silently looked at the players in front of him.

The black smoke on the team members is still there, and the black smoke is still changing faces.

At the same time, Morrison heard wailing this time.

Could it be that......

Is this Samuel's ability?

Is this... the real world?

Chapter 460: I had a long, long dream

The amount of information was too great, and it was difficult for Morrison to accept it for a while.

But Morrison is not a fool. The biggest difference between him and Samuel is that he is rational, and rational thinking allows him to think about more problems.

For example, are the memories I saw true or false?

For example, what happened to those faces formed by black smoke?Is it resentment?Are there or are ghosts?

These questions allowed him to temporarily suppress his soaring killing intent, and pouted at the team members in front of him.

"I...I have nothing to do...by the way, where is Samael?"

"The target suddenly disappeared, and we don't know where the target went."

"Yes, well, I see."

Hearing this, Morrison became more and more sure that Samuel must have integrated into his body, right?Otherwise, I would not see those memories, otherwise, I would not be resurrected from the dead.

However, there is one more thing to do.

"Since the target has disappeared, let's go back to the camp for now. I will report this matter to General Sheffield myself."

A few hours later, the makeshift camp in Las Vegas.

The Little Bird helicopter docked steadily on the tarmac. Morrison untied the hook lock on his body with a complicated expression, and got off the helicopter.

It was horrible, it was horrible.

The entire camp, in his line of sight, exudes unimaginably thick black smoke, which almost becomes real.And in Morrison's mind, all kinds of cries resounded like magic sounds.

The people in this camp are basically direct descendants of General Sheffield, and everyone has committed unimaginable crimes.

I don't know how to move my footsteps. When Morrison came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of Sheffield.

"Morrison, I've heard."

Sheffield looked at Morrison expressionlessly: "You fought against the target privately and used the precious liquid nitrogen grenade."

"Yes, General Sheffield, I was unable to contact you first because of the critical situation."

Morrison also stared at Sheffield, to be precise, at the black smoke on Sheffield's body that was much thicker than others. These black smoke even formed a skeleton shape, which looked weird and terrifying.

"is it?"

Sheffield raised his voice and frowned: "Anyway, it's good that you come back, you are our only hope, and I don't want you to make mistakes."

Having said that, Sheffield came over and patted Morrison on the shoulder: "Then sit down and give me a detailed report on the battle."

When Sheffield's hand patted Morrison's shoulder, Morrison felt that his hair was about to stand on end. For almost a moment, Morrison wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to pinch Sheffield's neck and squeeze his The neck was broken.

However, relying on his powerful rationality, he still suppressed this killing intent.

There is one thing that must be verified!Now is not the time.

Slowly sitting down, Morrison replied.

"At that time, I took a helicopter to search for Samuel in Las Vegas, and finally found Samuel in a building. The situation was very critical, and someone had been killed in the building. In order to ensure the safety of the people, I decided to Take the initiative to attract Samuel's attention."

After a pause, Morrison continued: "The situation is very critical. If you ask your superiors for instructions, it will take a lot of time and you will let go of the target. This is why I failed to contact you in time. As for later, in order to delay Samael's Operation, I used the precious liquid nitrogen grenade, and made an amazing discovery."

"What did you find?"

"The ultra-low temperature of liquid nitrogen can effectively delay or even invalidate Samael's regeneration ability, and finally use heavy firepower to attack, which can effectively cause damage to Samael."

It turned out to be the case.

Sheffield touched the stubble: "The liquid nitrogen grenade is too precious. It is a product of the laboratory, and the cost is extremely high. But according to this idea, it seems that you can try it with a liquid nitrogen injector."

"Yes, General, I thought so too, but after I caused damage to Samael, Samael actually attacked me."

"I already know this."

Sheffield nodded, and the person in charge of monitoring Morrison had told him about it in advance.

"Now I want to hear the details, Morrison, why do you think Samuel would take the initiative to attack you? You know, your biggest reliance is that Samuel will not take the initiative to hurt you."

"I think...it should be that I caused it great trauma, so it became angry. After all, it probably didn't hurt me before because I was too weak, and it didn't look at me directly. "

Even so, Morrison probably knew the reason.

That is, the previous self did not have that weird black smoke, and that weird black smoke seemed to only be found in those who were tainted with sin.

From Samael's behavior to the identities of the dead, all the clues are connected in series.

"I also know this. After you were injured, you held a liquid nitrogen grenade and a high-explosive grenade, and wanted to detonate it in Samael's body, and die together with Samael."

Sheffield looked kindly, like a good general who really loves soldiers like his son: "Don't do this in the future. After all, human life is the most important thing. If you die, you will have nothing."