Steel Steam and Flame

The armored car engine continued to ring regularly, but it didn't advance anymore. The enemies that cooperated with it fell on the cold concrete ground in various poses, their eyes were not yet closed, and there was still a little light in their pupils that had not disappeared.

"Huh—" After taking a deep breath, Cassia exhaled a long breath, a thin layer of sweat erupted from her body under control, and she was tired and climbed onto Sisia's face. Without any rest, he raised his hand, and the six bullets tore through the diffuse steam, exploding the throat of a secondary test subject into pieces, revealing the snow-white spine and a few jaw bones.

The tissues of the secondary subjects proliferate and quickly cover and wrap around the injured area. But the steam on its side swirled, and when a burst of warm heat hit it, the hand like an alloy caliper instantly came out from the side. Once it grasped the solitary spine of the neck, the mold-like proliferation tissue covered it like The soft silt was all squeezed out between the fingers of this hand.

Uninterrupted sounds sounded less than one meter away, and the bright fire light passed through the steam, and it was also given a grayish feeling. This sub-test object that lost its movement should have a weight of nearly three hundred jin, but it was still held by the spine and swayed away as a solid wooden stick.

The dull impact sound rang, and the impact of the violent collision pushed away most of the steam, as if a vacuum zone with a diameter of four or five meters was formed here.

Leaning on the center, Cassia carried the secondary test subject, as if his spine was about to be crushed into pieces. There were several open wounds on the skin of his hands, but no blood came out. He stood upright, the pupils in his eyes kept swelling, trying to break through the limitation of that small black spot. It's just being restrained by a more powerful force, and can't touch the edge of the pupil.

Amidst the chucking steam release, the sound of the glass being smashed "pop" sounded. Cassia deflected his head and looked at another secondary subject leaping towards him through a patch of milky white steam.

"If you are conscious, you should understand that even without Perkins' interference, you still don't have any advantage." In the silent self-talk, Cassia turned sideways and kicked out. The impacting black shadow condensed a solid body on his feet, then lifted up with the thin surrounding steam, and immediately hit the concrete slab on the top of the parking lot.

When a large piece of concrete fell, the secondary test subject was still conscious, and was still waving his hands during the free fall. But under the influence of Perkins, the revolver attack, and the foot just now, some body tissues were destroyed, it has lost most of its strength and speed.

Cassia took a step back. In its short-lived stiffness, the five fingers of his right hand were brought together, inserted into its chest from the wound opened by the revolver, and held the hot heart.

The secondary test subject could no longer make any sounds, and the meaningless tearing calls were forcibly controlled by Cassia, all pressed in his throat. The heart was crushed, and it took a few seconds for its struggling limbs to completely lose their strength and sag like a dead thing.

At the same time, Cassia released his left hand at this time, and the devouring of the second sub-subtester had been completed. The wounds on his hands healed quickly, and even the cut hair seemed to grow longer.

"The experimental body can be regarded as a concentrated product of various resources, but many things have been absorbed and used by itself, and there are not many substances remaining in the blood. The dragon tissue and bones in its body cannot be swallowed. Utilized.” While thinking, Cassia withdrew his right hand from the chest of the third subject. “The blood of the three subjects is converted, and the utility and value are only equivalent to one-third of the concentrated dragon blood in a steel storage tank.”

"The quantity is not enough at all, it can only play a certain role in promoting. If I want to get the basic strength of my body at the beginning, a certain amount of dragon blood is still a necessity." The steam retracted, and Cassia looked at the cross of the secondary experimental body. The consciousness revealed in his pupils nodded to express his gratitude to Perkins.

Step by step towards the entrance and exit of the parking lot, Cassia picked up a firecracker and several magazines, and handed over control to Sisia: "A total of 87 enemies are like shooting a fixed target. If you are afraid you can't aim, you can use the gun. Put your mouth on the enemy's head before firing."

"This is a practice. I need a short rest. Now, the enemy has fallen into a coma and there is no threat to you. I don't know what you think at the moment. Bullets are good. But the world of the Strange, the law of survival, and the relationship between life and death, is what you see now."

"Death will always be with you. To live for a long time and to have a simple life has always been the most difficult thing."

"In addition, you have one and a half minutes to deal with these ninety-two enemies." Cassia's words ended, and Sisia took a few steps to reach an enemy who had half-opened his eyes. The steam flows around the two, making the field of view with a light gray filter, so that the blood flowing out of the car window glass will not be very vivid when the enemy's face is scratched.

Sisiah lifted the gun mechanically, with the muzzle facing down, no more than one meter away from the head of the enemy in front. When my finger half pressed the trigger, I lost some strength.

"Hoo-" is a heavy and long breath. At this moment, many memories are floating up and down chaotically in Sisia's head. The various knowledge points, precautions, force methods, and data on the recoil of the firearms explained by Cassia all appeared with the memory.

Sisia felt strange. I don't know how many times my body or my hand has pressed the trigger, and many enemies have been killed by two-handed shots. Obviously, he watched the death of a famous enemy, and there was almost no fluctuation in his mood. But when I needed to do it myself, I discovered that something was blocking me. The senses and emotions were completely different.

Indeed, I have not undergone formal training, and have always been just a dispensable participant. Sisia thought, whether the sacrificial ceremony or the training in the training ground afterwards, when the trigger really needs to be pressed, there is not the slightest boost.

It turns out that it is not the corpse or death that makes people scared, but to create death, and death that occurs at any time.

"There is one minute left." Cassia kept looking at Sisia, and the appearance of Perkins forced him to speed up the teaching plan. Unlike the counterattack when the enemy takes the initiative to attack and poses a threat to life, it is now almost a punishment for strangers. There will be psychological pressure, but in this world, pressure and life are not valuable things.

"I see." Sisiah breathed calmly.

She closed her eyes, her fingers on the trigger moved slightly, like a struggle. After that, I took a deep breath—

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"Captain, there are suitable equipment at the entrance and exit, and arm yourself in batches." After an irregular and monotonous gunshot, the captain heard the tired voice of No.10. He got up carefully, then looked at the direction of the sound source, and a heavy machine gun and two bullet boxes were dropped by his feet.

In the gray vision, the captain squinted slightly and saw the pale face of No.10—the expression on it was very unnatural, it was an unnatural distortion.

"It's just a little tired." After the words, the throat swallowed vigorously. "You continue to defend here, I will go upstairs to clean up the enemy." As he said, Sisia walked to the entrance of the stairs blocked by the salute.

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