Puzzle Madness

Chapter 65 Bathing in Red
There was no drama, the missile exploding in the abdomen or inside the body, the smoke and flames gushing out from all seven orifices.
There wasn't even a burp or a rumble; at least he would pat his stomach and smack his lips to show how delicious the weapon he had swallowed was and how he disdainful he was of the enemy.

All the imagined scenes did not happen:
After the anti-personnel high-explosive rocket launched by the M2CG was swallowed into Doudou's mouth, there was no sound at all; at least there was no sign of it from the outside.

The cylindrical high-explosive bomb is 45 centimeters long. Even if it doesn't explode, it can at least fill the entire esophagus and tear the cardia. But who would
"Did you eat the rocket?"

Someone suddenly spoke, without beginning or ending; the voice was small and indistinct. The words came from the mathematician behind Doudou, who had forgotten to continue twitching and shaking.

The security guards were nailed to the spot, motionless like a piece of scenery, huddled behind the bunkers - through their bulletproof helmets and goggles, one could see their eyes, wide open to the point of tearing out.

"Eh—ugh—"

Doudou was still pulling his mouth, squeezing out a strange cry from his throat:

"Eh-hey! Bah! No, I can't do that."

Doudou loosened his grip, letting the mouth snap back to its original shape. He crossed his arms over his chest, shook his head, his brow furrowed, his face serious:
"I thought I could bounce it back! Meaning, I could just fire the rocket back with my mouth, but it seems I can't do that. I overestimated myself. It would be pretty cool if I could do that, hey."

The mathematicians hiding in the back didn't show any exaggerated surprise.
He felt that nothing was strange; it was just that his saliva and snot were flowing randomly and his body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he were on a cold winter night.

But when he turned around, he found Richard looking at him. Richard's eyelids twitched convulsively, and his teeth chattered.
This former Asia-Europe Postal Service worker, whose one hand had almost become a waste, raised his intact hand and gestured upwards.
[Doudou's madness has become even stronger.]
The mathematician hoped he was mistaken; but he knew in his heart that this was exactly what Richard meant.
But the mathematician knew—or rather, it was his intuition: at least tonight, Doudou hadn't changed. It was just that there hadn't been any scenes that required Doudou to perform.

Probably?
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Doudou scratched his throat with his hand, not knowing what he was trying to reach with his fingertips - then he put his hand in front of his face, looked at it, and shrugged.

He looked around, his eyes swept across the second floor, and suddenly said something strange:
"No other ideas? Forget it. Time to find the next wave of bad guys."

The sound of gunfire had stopped long ago.

Da da da.
I don't know which one of the security guards started it, but the sound of crisp footsteps could be heard on the second floor, piercing the silence of the building's atrium.
When bullets didn't work, the security guards switched to individual rocket launchers; and now that rockets had no effect, they finally remembered to retreat:

No one even bothered to try firing a couple of shots at the gas tank in the atrium - perhaps facing something that could swallow a rocket, there was no need to think in this direction any further.

For some unknown reason, no new orders came through the security guards' headsets.

"Severe madness—severe madness! Scatter, scatter! Run in different directions!!"

He was the last one left to defend, not even caring about his own escape or his own life; or perhaps it was simply an instinctive reaction brought by training that changed his priorities in this life-or-death situation. He simply cupped his hands to his mouth and poured all his strength into a roar.

Dong:
The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground was right beside me.

crunch.

The strange sound made by the rubber soles of Warrior shoes contacting the smooth tiles—
The security guard turned his head, still keeping his fingers cupped around his mouth. But before him, the target in the raincoat had appeared.

Doudou's hazy, unfocused eyes took in all the security guards. He opened his mouth slightly and let out a short scream:
"Bad guy!"

He raised his hands and patted the security guard's waist from both sides:
Doudou's palm passed through the external oblique muscles, liver and duodenum, and merged at the spine without any hindrance: then there was a loud explosion as the air squeezed out by the palm of his hand.

Bang!

The blood mist swept around with the rising spherical airflow: the security guard's body was divided into two parts, the upper half flew high into the sky, drew an arc, passed over the chandelier at the top whose plastic wrapping had not yet been torn off, and smashed into the ceiling.

Paji.

Only the upper body of the security guard was like a gecko. Due to inertia, it stuck to the ceiling for half a second, leaving a bright red half-human mark, and then fell down reluctantly; it hit the atrium floor with a bang, and the bright red spurt from the broken abdomen splashed all over Richard and the mathematician.

Circular bloodstains with radiating patterns along the edges were painted on the white wall—graffiti created by human bodily fluids and sheer force. Scattered entrails and thick, sticky blood, like paint from a bucket, were splattered everywhere; other security personnel were still scattering and running, but the blood made their feet slippery.

"The outer defense ring has been breached, the outer defense ring has been breached—!"

Some security guards were running and dancing, trying to maintain their balance; they were pinching the microphone to their mouths and roaring loudly.

cluster:
The security guard's head, along with the microphone and the words he hadn't finished speaking, vanished without a trace.
The spinning head, with a dark red blood trail, rolled through the glass and turned into dust that exploded outside the building.

"Okay, shut up."

Doudou stopped beside him and retracted the slap he had just slapped out - the sudden stop brought out a gust of air, stirred up a storm, peeled off the floor tiles, and swung the headless body; it was like dancing a dance celebrating death among the flowers of broken tiles.

Doudou casually tore the headless corpse into two halves from the middle and threw it to the ground: the internal organs were spread all over the ground like jelly, and the heart rolled and hit the corner of the wall.

The blood no longer sprayed, but poured out of the wound of the corpse, forming a small pool in an instant.

The bright red pool of water was immediately split open, and the splashes turned into sharp hills; Doudou disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared next to another security guard: he put his five fingers through the bulletproof helmet, clasped the other person's face, and his fingertips sunk into his cheek.

Doudou raised his hands high, picked up the muscular man who was a head taller than him, and began to run after the crowd, crashing into the newly renovated walls on the second floor.
Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
From this angle, Richard and the mathematician could no longer see Doudou: there was only the muffled sound of walls being shattered one after another; and behind the muffled sound, there were the subtle and dense screams and sounds like water bags bursting.

Rumble.
The glass windows screamed and shattered, and the cement concrete collapsed with a howl; one explosion after another rang out in succession, as if two huge rocks were hammering each other; the large chandelier wrapped in plastic sheeting in the dome swayed and clanged.

The two onlookers were shocked to find that there was far more blood in the human body than they had imagined - at least visually. It could also be that they had never really imagined a similar scene in their minds.

From the huge hole on the second floor, out spewed out a bunch of rifles that were twisted into twists and wrapped in bright red, as well as body parts that looked like they had been blown apart by artillery shells.

It was as if someone had hidden a giant artificial snow machine in the breach—except that the substance spewing out wasn't dry, loose flakes of ice, but slimy, slippery flesh.

Large streams of blood poured out of the cracks in the wall and hit the ground; then it spread further away until it slid down the stairs and escalator.

Time is short, but also long.

When Doudou emerged from the ruins, all that remained of the body he had been holding was the red and white body fluids that had coated his raincoat; the security guard had long since disappeared without a trace, and the pale powder and floor tile fragments that exploded from the second floor were like falling snow, covering the already dirty ground in the atrium.

The entire second floor and the entire building were silent, without even a groan; the only thing that filled the entire space was the pungent smell of iron, as well as undigested food and excrement.

It was a smell that was unforgettable once it entered the nose; it reminded humans that these remains were not edible.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The dripping echoed with the chirping of cicadas outside the building. Blood had somehow overflowed the metal railing on the second floor, first dripping and then forming a curtain of water. Several stumps of limbs and torn organs drifted with the blood, becoming lodged in the gap between the railing and the ground.

"Let's go, time to fight other bad guys. Friends, change the map!"

Doudou stepped out of the railing and jumped down from the second floor. When he landed, debris was shaken up and it seemed as if clouds were growing under his feet.

Squeak--squeak.

He shifted slightly to the left and right, tearing through the air with a shrieking sound. In the afterimage of human vision, one could see the blood staining his raincoat shake off and fling out, transforming into a hazy red mist resembling a human figure, splashing onto the ground; while Doudou's body returned to a bright, fluffy yellow.

The remaining two spectators did not ask about the fate of the other security guards: what they saw was enough to speak louder than words.

(End of this chapter)