[Comprehensive] Down with the Fujiang Empire!

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I saw the teacher's performance was still quiet, the coach's body was shaking because of despair, the driver raised his gun, and under the strong pressure, he almost pulled the trigger of the gun at the strange man with a hideous face.The strange man closed his eyes guiltily, with a look of letting us handle it.

For a while, there was no movement in the dead passage.

I was silent for a while, and asked, "Can't you take out the eggs yourself?"

The strange man seemed to have just discovered me. He was surprised that a woman like me was still alive. He replied: "The alien grows on the mother's body. As long as there is any abnormal movement, the alien will struggle out of the mother's body."

"What about anesthesia?"

"Ordinary anesthesia is useless, and there is only the last can of gas specially used to hypnotize the alien, and it has already been used on Li'er." The strange man said lightly, "Sorry, I'm afraid you really have to die. "

"I'll go to you—"

"Can I borrow surgical instruments?" I interrupted the driver with a blank expression, and said to the strange man, "I don't think this will affect you too much."

The strange man froze for a moment, opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth again.He turned around and went back to the infirmary, took out a medical kit and handed us a few guns, saying: "I hope these can help you, when you return to the main god space..."

His words have been left behind, never to be heard again.

The spacecraft will explode in 10 minutes, but it will take 10 minutes to get to the rescue cabin from here.In this short 10 minutes... No, maybe it will be longer than 10 minutes. Although most of the 10 minutes of alien hatching was wasted on the way to find No. 17 warehouse, there must be more than ten minutes.But in these pitiful few minutes, how to take out the alien in the chest cavity?

A group of people walked towards the large elevator with heavy steps. The driver's face was gloomy, and his despair almost drove him into a state of madness.

I looked back at the silent teacher and asked, "Do you know the proportions of the human body?"

"I know," he is an art teacher. "Sketch requires mastering the proportions of the human body. Before human body sketching, I also studied anatomical perspective, so I have a sufficient understanding of human muscles and bones."

"You..." The teacher wanted to say something, but I said casually, "Do you dare to help me with the operation?"

"Are you crazy about wanting to live?!" the driver suddenly yelled, "He's holding a pencil, not a scalpel!"

But you're shaken too, aren't you?I glanced at the driver and looked at the teacher: "Dare you?"

"I promise you." The teacher didn't hesitate, he looked at me deeply, "Then, can you promise me a request?"

I tilted my head to look at him, and he said softly, "If I can survive, can I make a painting for you?"

The tools in the medical kit are more complete than expected.

There are coaches guarding outside the warehouse door.I looked at the teacher's trembling fingers and wrists without changing my face, and murmured "It's perfect", I looked at him coldly, and he slightly restrained the frenzy in his eyes, trying to control the sharp knife in his hand, gently Gently cut a knife in the center of my chest.I clearly felt a sudden coolness on my skin, followed by sharp pain.I held my breath and tried my best to calm myself down, lest my chaotic heartbeat disturb the alien eggs in my chest.

And because the time was too tight, he didn't seem to have any idea about how to find out the alien, or even take it out.So I told the teacher without hesitation before that if I really don't know what to do, I don't have to worry about my life, he just needs to pull the alien out of my body.

I don't know if his movements were too light or too heavy, the blood flowed so that my hands and feet started to feel cold, my consciousness was also a little bit trance, and I couldn't focus on one point.I moved away from staring at the teacher's hand, stared at the not-so-bright light above my head, and thought about who I was.

Where do I come from?Why am I here?How did I lose my memory?

When he first appeared, apart from a dress, he was wearing a watch on his wrist.Clothes are ordinary, but watches?There is no time on the watch, but it shows what I and this group of people are supposed to accomplish in this place.

So the root of all problems, should we start with the watch?

It said that after completing the task, it can be transferred to the space of the main god.The Lord God's Dimension, this word was also mentioned in the mouth of the strange man. Does that mean that my affairs must be related to the Lord God's Dimension, and everything about me can be known in the Lord God's Dimension?

What interrupted my thoughts was a violent gunshot.

The gun in the driver's hand was still emitting white smoke, and there was a puddle of bloody flesh where it was pointed.After thinking about it, I know that this meat paste is the alien parasitic in my body.The consciousness was completely awake, and the pain from the wound was also overwhelming, stabbing my eyes suddenly black, and I almost passed out.Fortunately, I bit the tip of my tongue, which made my whole body tremble again, and then I shook my head to look at the surrounding things.

The teacher was very distressed to stuff my broken or even broken intestines back into my stomach, and then frantically sewed them up with needles and threads.The blood on the ground turned into a small stream. I actually felt that my hair was soaked in a puddle of fishy-sweet liquid, my hands and feet were cold and weak, and I couldn't help twitching violently.

After exhaling a long breath of foul air, I was finally sure that I was not dead yet.

Witnessing my success, the driver hesitated for a long time and finally asked the teacher to help him with the operation.I slumped against the wall, watching the tired-looking teacher pick up the knife again with a blank face, and cut open the driver's chest without paying attention to the severity, and the technique was suddenly as smooth as a painting.

Although the driver was in unbearable pain, he clenched his teeth and refused to scream out as he was a man.

I tugged at the coat I was wearing, wondering if it was almost time for their alien hatching, so I casually asked, "How long did it take?"

The teacher was disturbed by my sudden question, he stopped his hand, and I saw a bloody arrow hit his face, causing the driver to tremble suddenly, the whites of his eyes almost fainted.

"It seems... not long?" The teacher was not sure, and his thinking made him make the wrong knife again.The driver was about to burst into tears. He tremblingly said with a trembling voice, "Big, about ten... ten minutes... Ugh! Did you find that thing!"

As soon as his words fell, a small black head popped out from the viscera that had been messed up by the teacher, covered with viscous liquid.It seemed that it was time for the alien to hatch. I watched the oval-shaped ugly head slit its ferocious teeth at the teacher, and let out a deterrent cry. Seeing it crawl out of the driver's belly bit by bit, I picked it up immediately. The firearm next to it just aimed at the point above the head and shot it.

"Girl! Don't play with guns, girl!" This was the scream of the driver who was hit by a stray bullet.

Although he accidentally hit some unknown things, the effect was indeed obvious. Before the alien came out, he was already beaten to the point of being arrogant.The driver wailed and was about to die, and the teacher over there with a gloomy face couldn't keep his stitches steady.I gripped the gun tightly and stared coldly at the teacher's belly slowly bulging. Under the white light, his belly was getting bigger and bigger. It's like breaking out of your chest.

The teacher vomited a mouthful of blood, couldn't hold the needle anymore, collapsed on the ground with a pale and painful face and rolled around, but his eyeballs were still staring at me, and his mouth squirmed to say something.

I raised my gun to him expressionlessly, and said softly, "I will return the painting I owe you." With a snap of my fingers, there was a loud sound of bullets, and the exploding blood and flesh paste covered the driver's body .

The author has something to say: Well -- kind of like a Mary Sue

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47. Alien 4 (4)...

Outside the door was the coach's body, with a torn hole in his chest, and a series of bloodstains left on the ground spreading deep into the passage.

No one came and went outside, and the echo of the heavy object was fleeting.

The knife mark on the chest has scabbed with blood, but the pain inside still exists, as if if I move a few more times, the unhealed intestines inside will fall out of the seam.I reckon it will take another hour or so before the wounds are all healed.

There are still more than 30 minutes before the explosion of the spacecraft, but there are still four or ten minutes away from here to the rescue cabin.If there is nothing in the way on the road, run fast... You should be able to reach the rescue chamber before the explosion.

...Why is there always a little panic in my heart.

Because it was time for the aliens to hatch just after the surgery, the driver's operation was done very quickly.I deeply feel that the character of this driver is really not ordinary.

I waited for him to sew himself up, covered my stomach with one hand and held the guns given by the strange man with the other, and followed me with a troubled face.I couldn't help but have some doubts and asked, "Can I run?"

The driver said distressedly: "I can only be thankful that that guy has learned some anatomy, but fortunately he didn't cut off my heart."

If your heart is fine, you are still alive, and if you are still alive, of course you have to run.

After I understood the tone of the driver's words, I no longer cared about the driver's situation, turned around and hurried towards the big elevator.

The big elevator is at least three meters high, and the huge iron door can easily make people think that this is a garage. There are three corpses lying outside the door, and the corpses are separated.Fluent hands and neat wounds don't seem to be caused by soldiers with guns or aliens.I suddenly remembered the demon