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Under the cracks in the subway.

In the underground passage that was as dense as a spider web and lurked countless deadly creatures, Song You and Wang Ye leaned against a Dong room to take short breaths and recover their strength.

Song You's pink shirt was open, revealing a corner of a Yaksha tattoo. He was not tall, with sharp short hair and a murderous look in his eyes.

Wang Ye was wearing a crooked military uniform with a drooping collar and a bandage around his neck. The last button of his uniform was open, causing the hem to bulge out in an ugly shape.

From his expression to his attire, Wang Ye looked a bit sloppy.

Song You took a deep breath and reached out to turn over a corpse.

That was his teammate, a third-level psychic.

A big hole appeared at the heart position.

Having fled here, his fate is doomed and he is already dead.

Song Youben wanted to look for some cigarettes.

He was craving for a cigarette, and his eyes revealed an indescribable anxiety and irritability.

Every nerve ending is screaming for nicotine.

Unfortunately, this teammate doesn't smoke or drink, and is just like the legendary Puritans of the old times.

Even Wang Ye, who liked to burn people little by little with flames and felt a strange pleasure when he heard their screams, did not smoke or drink, and did not use any stimulating drugs.

If it weren't for the naked and undisguised lust in Wang Ye's eyes when he looked at the woman, Song You would have thought that he had no interest in women at all.

Song You gave up his futile search, but his fingers rubbed and caressed each other involuntarily, as if pulled by an invisible force, simulating the actions of holding a cigarette and lighting it all the time.

Finally, he clutched a wrinkled piece of clothing from his teammate.

Song You glanced at Wang Ye beside him.

"Throw it!" Wang Ye urged, clutching the khaki leather bag. "Otherwise, how will we know how far behind us the enemy in Shelter No. 22 are?"

Song You smacked his lips: "Can you still tell distance by sound?"

"Anyone can determine the location by listening to the sound." Wang Ye responded arrogantly.

Song You sighed, feeling annoyed.

How come I have such a teammate who can't understand what I say?

In such an empty subway tunnel, the sound of gunfire can be heard from far away.

A large number of echoes are generated, making it impossible to judge the enemy's distance.

Instead, it will expose your position!

Song You was a little unhappy, but he had no choice but to do as he was told.

After all, Wang Ye is a fourth-level mutant and the commander of the operation at Shelter No. 20.

Song You swung the clothes hard, and they instantly flew out of his hand, drawing a smooth and powerful arc in the air, like a phantom given life, rushing towards the depths of the tunnel.

Through the faint glow of the fluorescent mushrooms, you can see the clothes dancing in the air, and the dynamics of each fold are so realistic, as if a person is flying forward with a decisive attitude.

next moment.

There was a sharp sound of metal friction in the distance.

That was the sound of multiple rounds from a heavy, high-speed Gatling gun.

In an instant, gunfire flashed, bullets poured out like a rainstorm, and the hot bullet chain gushing out of the muzzle of the Gatling gun formed a dancing fire dragon in an instant.

The bullets streaked across the night sky like meteors, each one leaving behind a series of dazzling trails.

The firing of each bullet was accompanied by a wave of hot air, stirring the surrounding air like boiling water.

These tracks weaved into an impenetrable light net in the dim subway tunnel, heading straight for the piece of clothing that was tumbling and spinning in the air.

Da da da……

Almost in a breath.

The clothes thrown out by Song You were torn to pieces.

Like sparks, unable to fall to the ground.

Song You's mouth twitched, and he turned to ask Wang Ye: "Distance?"

"Three hundred meters." Wang Ye continued with absolute certainty, "I don't think the people up there will be able to provide support. Let's charge forward a hundred meters. Then you stay behind and draw them into the left tunnel while I break out from the right tunnel with the briefcase."

After this order was issued, Song You spread out a map showing the intricate tunnel routes.

He pointed his finger to the left, his expression suddenly becoming extremely gloomy and twisted, even with a hint of fear. "The left side of the forked tunnel a hundred meters ahead is a dead end."

"What about your awareness?" Wang Ye asked coldly, "Would you be happy if we both died here?"

Song's right cheek twitched a few times, and an imperceptible hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

He put away the map and nodded: "Okay."

Wang Yesong breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them are fourth-level psychics. Once they start fighting, the solution will be difficult and the consequences will be unpredictable.

Fortunately...Song You obeyed the command and followed the orders carefully.

"I'll count to three, two, one, and let's rush out!"

Wang Ye leaned against the wall and gave the final command.

Song You's figure was in the shadows, without any response, and his whole body was like a stone sculpture.

……

above the ground.

The fighting between the two sides continues.

Personnel from both shelters were trying to prevent the other from entering the subway crack.

But in the darkness, there was a faint black shadow that was extremely agile. It crawled close to the ground, as light as a wild cat, jumped into the crack of the subway, and disappeared into the dark corridor.

After Shen Bei flipped in, he did not land on the ground.

He immediately activated the armor's climbing mode and used the armor's super-strong magnetic adsorption device to lightly and precisely hang upside down on the rough and uneven concrete structure of the roof.

The intricate network of pipes at the tunnel's roof is rusted, and exposed wires dangle like withered tentacles.

Occasionally a gust of wind would blow through the tunnel, causing echoes that were hollow and distant.

Shen Bei turned his head around.

Under infrared vision, the dark passage has a good view.

Shen Bei glanced at the ground and found nothing surprising. The bag was indeed gone.

"I'm late……"

But Shen Bei knew that he was just late, not missing the opportunity.

If either side had obtained the wallet, the battle would have ended long ago.

The personnel on the ground did not receive the order to retreat, which means the briefcase is still in the subway tunnel.

As long as you find their traces, you can catch up with them and wait for an opportunity to steal the bag back.

The word "steal" has no derogatory meaning.

Shen Bei knew his own strengths and weaknesses, and as a fourth-level psychic, he could adapt at any time, so it was easy to take refuge.

No matter how high the rank of the superpowers is, Shen Bei can only "outsmart" them.

But don't be reckless.

At this moment, the echoing sound of high-speed gunfire came from the tunnel on the left side of Shenbei.

A faint light flashed in the depths of Shen Bei's pupils. Like a gecko, he crawled rapidly on the top of the tunnel. Every step he moved was full of powerful rhythm and precise control.

His flexible arm and leg joints stretched and twisted smoothly with the precise control of the intelligent system inside the armor, as if they became one, allowing him to walk on the inverted ceiling as if it were flat ground, moving around with ease.

One intersection after another passed by Shen Bei. Although he was in an upside-down position, it did not prevent him from running and crawling at a fast speed.

The subway tunnel is like a tomb of time sleeping deep underground, with the tracks covered with thick moss and gravel accumulated over the years.

The tiled walls that were once pristine white have long lost their luster and become dull, with faded fragments of old advertising posters vaguely visible on them, like fossils left behind by time.

A moment's work.

Three men appeared in Shen Bei's infrared vision.

The three men formed a cross-cover formation and moved cautiously step by step deeper into the subway tunnel.

Leading the group was a mutant holding a high-speed rotary Gatling gun.

This man had a beard as thick as steel needles on his face, which made his head look bigger than others. His hair and beard were gray, but he looked only in his thirties.

Following closely behind the bearded man was a thin young man carrying a shoulder bag. He had bangs that slightly covered his eyes and was exceptionally handsome.

In the team of three, the one left behind was a girl.

She was wearing ripped jeans and a black T-shirt with a nuclear mushroom head pattern on it. Her hair was short and her bangs were dyed a light goose yellow. Silver earrings were prominently hanging in her ear holes.

Shen Bei hid two hundred meters behind the three people.

I continued to look intently. The tunnel ahead was crooked and my vision was somewhat obstructed, so I couldn't see clearly what was going on deep inside.

But Shen Bei knew in his heart that the person who actually picked up the bag was not far ahead of the three of them.

If you want to catch up, you have to jump over the heads of these three people.

This is undoubtedly a dangerous move.

Although the armor is advanced, the various modules work together in almost silent movement.

However, the ceiling of the subway tunnel is not very solid, and dust and small stones fall from time to time during the grabbing and moving process.

It's easy to alert the trio.

"Three fourth-level..."

Shen Bei muttered to himself, "If they get close to me, I'll die."

Shen Bei's advantage lies in long-range shooting and the kinetic energy provided by the armor.

Think of this.

Shen Bei released his hands from the ceiling and slowly lowered his body, relying only on his legs to hold his body upright.

A primitive and rugged Barrett sniper rifle without any industrial modification appeared in Shen Bei's hands.

A stainless steel pipe as thick as an abandoned chimney, with an astonishingly long and huge caliber muzzle, protruded from it.

There is no embellishment of precision sights, but instead there are exposed mechanical sights, which are simple but practical.

Even the most basic silencers or tactical rails have been ruthlessly abandoned, leaving only the most basic structure and functions.

In Shen Bei's opinion, the power of a psychic is important, but precision is also the key to survival.

Shen Bei was hanging upside down on the ceiling, with his crosshairs fixed on the back of the head of the bearded man in the team ahead.

The trigger of pure power aesthetics made a crisp mechanical sound at Shen Bei's fingertips.

"May there be no escape from hell..."