Game of Destiny: This player is different.

Before he could react, he rushed out from the oblique side with lightning speed.

Machetes and daggers, one up and one down, two-pronged.

Beheading with one knife, piercing the male with one knife, the place where the nerves are most concentrated.

"Well....!?"

After the painful whimper, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

So far, both watchdogs have been resolved.

"With a knife on Sezi's head, it's hard to survive under the pomegranate skirt."

Qin Nuo shook off the foul-smelling blood stains on his body, turned around and walked out the door without looking at the two corpses on the ground.

The whole process takes less than 2 minutes.

Deducting the false sound to lure the enemy, it was less than ten seconds.

Even if other enemies find out, it's too late.

Qin Nuo trotted up the stairs and came to the third floor.

The stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor are not far away.

Without interference from other enemies, he reached the fourth floor in only a few tens of seconds.

After searching along the way, I finally found the second document in a cell.

"Is this an obituary?"

Holding the obituary, Qin Nuo couldn't help frowning.

The content is as follows: Dean Shen Hongyuan, dedicated himself to his favorite cause on March 2009, 3, at the age of 15.

He was born in Changning City in 1945. In his early years, he published an experimental report on implanting microelectrodes in the brain stem to identify individual nerve cells that generate electrical impulses, thereby extracting memory storage fragments.

Remarkable achievements in the field of neurophysiology.

Later, he immigrated to the United States due to the war, and continued to engage in related research and exploration at the University of Chicago, Illinois.

In 1990, he was hired by Qicaiguang Group and returned to China to serve as the director of Boai Psychiatric Center. He devoted himself to the research and cure of various mental diseases, and devoted his last time to this.

Colorful Light Group claims that Dean Shen Hongyuan is a great man with true generosity and dedication.

And in accordance with his last wish, he entrusted the legal affairs department of the group to establish the "Shen Hongyuan Charity Fund" with the intention of saving more patients suffering from mental illness.

"Charity, generosity?"

After reading it, Qin Nuo just found it extremely ridiculous.

The grandeur on the surface cannot conceal the filth and filth in the dark.

What a charity, generosity, what a save the vast number of patients.

There are so many body parts in the sewer, I really want to thank you.

Chapter 149 In the depths of darkness (17), the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind

Although this obituary, combined with the actions of Pok Oi Hospital, is more like an irony.

But Qin Nuo still captured a few pieces of information from it.

[-]. Shen Hongyuan's research performance in neurophysiology, especially brain memory, should be the reason why he is in charge of the BLUE SHADOW project.

3. Shen Hongyuan passed away on March 15, two months after the accident at Pok Oi Hospital, whether there is a causal relationship between the two.

[-]. The experimental report on the extraction of Shen Hongyuan's brain memory fragments, and the charity fund named after him, no relevant information can be found on the Internet.

It is inconclusive whether it was artificially hidden or nothing happened.

"Perhaps the collection of eight documents will reveal the truth."

Qin Nuo stuffed the obituary into his backpack and prepared to go back to the third floor to explore.

On the way forward, another doubt popped up in my mind.

Why haven't we seen any mutant creatures like cauliflowers or lurkers (the ones encountered in the complex) in the entire prison?

Instead, the mental patients of the exogenous distortion organization occupied this place.

Because of territorial reasons, mutant creatures dare not approach?

But what about the complex building?

Three patients who looked like walking corpses just sat in the room so generously.

Why didn't the lurkers attack them, but instead attacked themselves?

"There are quite a lot of secrets buried in this hospital."

Just when Qin Nuo was about to go downstairs, a man's exclamation and begging for mercy interrupted his movements.

With the sound of "Gaba" bones being twisted, a certain heavy object was thrown from the third floor.

After a short free landing movement, it finally landed heavily with a "bang".

Qin Nuo poked out half of his face and looked down.

I saw a large pool of blood on the cement floor of the patio on the first floor.

In the center of the pool of blood, a corpse with twisted limbs lay quietly.

Dress up, neither hospital uniform nor special combat uniform, but an ordinary jacket and sports pants.

The head was missing from the collar of the jacket.

There was only a section of broken neck that was uneven and bubbling bright red.

It was like being pulled out of the head abruptly, very bloody.

"Can twist people's heads directly, is this King of Power..."

Qin Nuo smacked his mouth and looked down the stairs fearfully.

Regardless of who the deceased is.

But it may not be humans who can do this step.

Perhaps the monster mentioned by the cut-throat team member was on the third floor.

"Fortunately, I chose to search the fourth floor first, otherwise I would have encountered it head-on."

Holding the M16A4 in his hand, Qin Nuo slowly retreated to the nearest cell, only poking out a small part of his body to investigate the situation.

Just a few seconds after the headless body was thrown out, the sound of automatic rifle firing sounded in the corridor.

"Grass, it's all that civilian, otherwise how could we be discovered!"

"Is now the time to talk about this?! Quickly, kill this monster, or we'll have to move our heads!"

"Bastard, is he made of iron! Bullets can't even pierce through!"

"Don't hit the body, hit the head, hit the head!!"

Panic and short shouts echoed in the corridor.

It seems that after being discovered, one party is struggling to fight back.

Messy footsteps, roars and gunshots are intertwined into a tense and intense Grieg piano concerto.

The noise became louder and louder.

Many mental patients hidden in the various floors were drawn out and gathered towards the center of the battle.

Roughly estimated, the number is no less than 40 people.

"There are still so many hidden?"

Qin Nuo immediately hid in the cell to avoid being exposed and attracting enemies.

Here, he is a separate force.

It has a hostile relationship with Bo'ai Hospital and Qicaiguang security department.

The kind of fight when we meet.

Once discovered, it will definitely be attacked.

"Can't kill all the lunatics in this damn place!? Why are there more and more of them!"

"Ah!! I'm hurt, some bastard stabbed me in the thigh with a knife!"

"Gan Linliang, fight with them!"

The armed squad of the security department is obviously in a passive situation.

Excellent equipment cannot offset the disadvantage in numbers.

Another person was secretly attacked and injured.

After the last team member drank loudly, Qin Nuo vaguely heard the slight movement of the pull ring being pulled away.

Then, several deafening explosions resounded through the corridor.

A large number of gravel bricks scattered and splashed.

Screams and roars were mixed in the dense smoke.

After waiting for a few seconds, Qin Nuo bent over to the railing of the corridor.

Extend the dagger through the smooth steel surface to observe the situation outside.

Blood flowed all over the floor, and a huge fault was blown open in the corridor on the third floor.

Several charred bodies rolled down the edge of the fault and fell to the patio on the first floor.

For the deep red, dotted with a few ink colors.

"Hmm...the smell of grilled herring."

He retracted the dagger indifferently, loaded the M16A4 with a full magazine, and groped towards the stairs.

The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.

The two sides played almost the same, and it was time for a third party to come out and wash the ground.

...

After walking down the stairs, the battle situation slightly exceeded Qin Nuo's expectation.

Corpses in various costumes lay crookedly in the corridor.

Some were in blue and white striped hospital gowns, some were completely naked, and some were in plain black special combat uniforms.

Among the dead flesh all over the ground, a corpse as huge as a sumo wrestler stood out.

It is estimated that the height is more than two meters, and the weight is two hundred kilograms.

Its skin covered with stratum corneum is densely packed with bullet holes.

It is no different from the enlarged version of the lotus finger, which makes people feel physically uncomfortable.

Judging from the results, the security forces and the mentally ill are in a situation where both sides suffer.

However, we cannot let our guard down.

Qin Nuo hid sideways behind the iron door of a prison cell, holding an M16A4, and waited for the customer to arrive.

The silence after the exchange of fire did not last long.

Some mental patients who survived the disaster climbed up from the pile of dead bodies.

Randomly picked up various crude weapons such as wooden sticks, iron rods, and axes on the ground, and approached the corpses of several special forces members.

When he reached the door of a certain cell, a black muzzle protruded from the crack of the door, aiming and shooting mercilessly.

The M16A4's unique three-round burst fire sent bullets into their brains.

In an instant, the three fell down.

The rest did not flee in haste.

Instead, he bravely held a cold weapon and tried to rush into the cell.

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