into the sheath

Tang Heng stood in the middle of the room.

He knew very well that he had fallen into a rage, just like all the sentries who couldn't be comforted by the guide, even the sound of his own breathing was unbearable.

He looked around coldly.

This is a confinement room specially set up for sentries. The outer wall is absolutely solid, but the interior is empty. The light source embedded in the ceiling is palely lit, and the imitation guide pheromone used to calm emotions permeates the air, as well as white noise .

It's in the "tower".Tang Heng guessed.

He was captured.

When he shot the mission target in the head, the enemy appeared out of nowhere and threw a cracking bomb in his face.But just when he saw that the situation was wrong and was about to run away, those despicable patrol officers suddenly appeared, took advantage of his loss of control of five senses, and gave him a stable shot, and threw him here directly.

You must know that the sentinel's five senses are much sharper than ordinary people, not to mention that he adjusted the sensory threshold to the lowest level in order to make a quick decision when performing tasks!

That bomb blasted so hard, the high light and noise it produced instantly was enough to turn an ordinary sentinel into a blind and deaf idiot on the spot.

Fortunately, fortunately, he reacted quickly. When the impact of the cracking bombs on him had not completely destroyed his mental barrier, he escaped the fatal shot that followed.

But after the arrest, he still couldn't escape.

Tang Heng took a deep breath, filled his nose and cavity with the light imitation guide pheromone, but this thing is of no use to him now, his five senses are surging, and he almost lost control several times.

He knew what it was like to be a Sentinel in a rage.

Just like those sentinels wandering on the edge of the city, or the remnants of defeated soldiers on the battlefield, dragging a pair of lifeless bodies, losing their minds under the torture of pain, either self-mutilation or killing each other.

It is no different from waste.

Thinking of this, the dryness that had been suppressed with great difficulty swept over again, eroding his remaining sanity.

grass!If he knows which grandson is plotting against him behind his back, he must be killed when he goes out!Not just him, but everyone here!

Tang Heng stared fiercely at the closed metal door in front of him, his eyes filled with blood.He clenched his fists tightly, his manicured and rounded nails sank into the flesh of his palm, blood seeped from the wound and dripped onto the floor.The rust-like smell creeps in and quickly overwhelms the freshness of the pseudo-guide pheromone.

Tang Heng felt his temples jumping up and down, and the dizziness in his brain became more and more obvious.

He shouldn't be like this.Tang Heng stared at the bright yellow signal light on the metal door, secretly recalling the skills he had learned before: he needs to relax now, take a deep breath, and then...

-Go fuck and relax!

Another sharp pain exploded from the depths of his consciousness, and the pain almost made him kneel down uncontrollably.With a low growl, Tang Heng rushed towards the door, then raised his fist and smashed against the door with great force.

"Fuck! Open the door for me! You cowards who only hide behind the door!"

"Beep-"

The alarm sounded sharply, the signal light jumped into bright red, and a shallow hole was smashed into the hard metal door.Tang Heng's entire right arm trembled from the pain of this blow, but he didn't care about it, no, it's not that he didn't care, but now he couldn't feel it at all.

He just looked up at the throbbing red on the door.

The monitor behind the corner camera saw that the sentry did not move, and felt strange. Just as he was about to adjust the camera angle to observe, he saw the sentry sharply raised his head, and his eyes fell on the camera that was only the size of a needle point.

The monitor broke out in a cold sweat from this look.

What kind of eyes are those, soaked in blood, like a poisoned blade, cruel and perverse.

But fortunately, only one glance.In the next second, the sentinel's attention was attracted by the movement in front of him.

Tang Heng looked at the door that was gradually opening in front of him, with excitement in his eyes.

He wiped away the blood stains on his lips with his thumb, laughed, and said in a low voice, "Oh, it's open."