[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

After silently killing the remaining two guards, Lindell and Eisenhart had two more guns in their hands.After breaking through the initial psychological barrier, this kind of thing is just a difference in proficiency. Lindell looked at the young man with cold sweat on his forehead, and reminded him friendly: "Use a gun as much as you can, otherwise you will soon I can't hold it—it seems that your little trick of flying iron pieces needs to consume a lot of energy."

"It's not that...it's just that it's never been used so frequently before."

Eisenhart wiped his forehead to prevent sweat from flowing into his eyes and interfering with his vision. In his previous life, he tried to hide his differences from others as much as possible, not to mention cultivating and exercising this special ability: "So It’s a bit uncomfortable, but I’ll get used to it as soon as possible.”

After he finished speaking, he added in a low voice: "And I don't know how to use a gun."

"It's very simple, open the safety like this, don't need to aim, just pull the trigger."

Lindell didn't look back, and shot behind him with one hand, and then the strong wind came in for no reason and modified the trajectory of the bullet, sending a ****-smelling metal into a soldier's forehead: "I will use the wind to correct it. Track, for you, the bullet is also metal, it should be easier than mine."

"But how did you know there was someone behind you just now?"

Eisenhart flipped on the safety and kept his pistol on fire at any time: "I didn't even look back."

"His malice is so outrageous that you don't even have to look back to smell it."

Lindell said something inexplicable to Eisenhart: "Although ordinary emotions are difficult to perceive...but if someone responds to me with a clear killing intent, I can still feel it."

"... so powerful, even more powerful than the detectives in the storybooks."

They stomped and ran downstairs. At the corner of the road, Lindell closed his eyes to make a distinction: "The ants around said go this way, there is a door lock in front, and then it's up to you."

"But I've never tried to pick a lock before."

Eisenhart muttered in a low voice, closed his eyes, and pressed his cheeks and hands against the metal door.Lindell turned around and stood behind him, holding guns in both hands to be on guard.The internal structure of the password door is very complicated. The young man frowned and tried to pass through it little by little until he felt a "click" that was difficult for human ears to distinguish.

He pushed open the door: "Okay, hurry up."

"Bringing you here is indeed a wise decision. I have to deal with this person by myself, who is estimated to have to kill this layer first to find the key."

Lindell stepped into the room. This is a more well-equipped laboratory than when the 107th Division disappeared. Various data materials were scattered on the table. And started to collect other information about the room.

Eisenhart cooperated and opened two more safes, one of which contained an aluminum bucket filled with some dark and viscous unknown liquid.Lindell stretched out a finger to dip a little bit, put it under his nose and sniffed, and wiped them on the ground with a disgusted expression.

"This is black tallow, which is secreted from the surface of a soul-devouring creature, and it will be formed after distillation."

Lindell said: "In short, it is not a material that humans can dabble in casually."

"Oh……"

Just as they were searching the contents of the room step by step, a scream came from not far away.Both had an impression of the other party's voice. The scream quickly turned into a cry for help, and then turned into a shortness of breath. Run to the source.

This is an airtight laboratory with thick and transparent tempered glass on the outside. The pregnant woman who was on the same train with them before was restrained in a chair with obvious hypoxia on her cheeks.

"Find a way to open the door—"

"No, the magnetism of this metal door is too poor, I can't help it..."

Eisenhart stretched out his hand towards the heavy tungsten steel door, and just making the door pin vibrate already made him blush.

"Then find a way to break the glass."

Lindell raised the gun and fired two shots at the reinforced glass, making two cloudy white shallow pits and a crack on the transparent glass surface.The woman apparently also heard the noise from the outside of the room, and turned her head with her eyes closed. After recognizing Lindell and Eisenhart, she desperately called for help to the two of them.

Three of the eight bullets were used, and the remaining ones should not be enough to destroy this place.Lindell took a deep breath, and the magic power flowed in his body.His fingers grew sharp and sharp nails, and his ears gradually elongated. He could no longer take everyone's opinions into account. Lindell took a few steps back as a buffer, and sprinted towards the tempered glass with his fingers. After several attempts with strength far beyond human , finally smashed the glass in front of him.

With a bang, the dense, magic-filled air rushes toward his face.

Eisenhart choked and coughed a few times almost immediately, Lindell covered his mouth and nose, tried his best to filter out the magic around them, and propped up a small space that was relatively "clean" for humans .The two swiftly removed the restraint belts from the pregnant woman's body, and helped each other stand up from the seat. As a result, the next second, alarm bells rang out all around, and wave after wave of alarm sounds rang through the entire base.

"I should have known earlier, this place is in the middle of an experiment, so there must be monitors..."

Lindell's golden pupils glanced at the camera in the upper corner of the room. Eisenhart raised his hand and manipulated it. The gun butt smashed it: "What should we do next? The pursuers will follow here soon."

How to do?

Lindell's first reaction was to come and kill as many people as before, but he quickly realized that he was carrying a human child who hadn't grown up and a pregnant woman with him, and he couldn't let go; The second reaction is to mobilize most people to rush out here like Steve did when he broke through the siege, but he neither has the organizational power of the opponent, and most of the laborers here are ordinary people, whose strength is far less than that of the well-trained workers. Soldier.

If Steve was here, what would he do...

He will try to complete the task as much as possible, that guy is the kind of person who will put his own life aside, prioritizing the completion of the task and the lives of others.

Lindell frowned irritably, glanced at Eisenhart who was still a little flustered on his face, and the anxious pregnant woman with tears in the corners of his eyes, and finally made up his mind.He turned his head to look at the young man walking along the way: "Afterwards, if there are any chasing soldiers behind, I will leave it to you to deal with it. I will consider the enemies ahead. All the bullets fired will be stopped with your ability, understand? ?”

"Do you still want to go to the lower level? It will be very difficult to escape!"

Eisenhart said.

"I worked so hard to come here just for the things below. You don't think that I deliberately let myself be caught here just to bury the corpse?"

Lindell retorted: "If the task cannot be completed, how can I explain to the person who came to meet me?"

"But if we don't run away now, we might die in no time—"

"I will do my best to keep you alive!"

It was rare for Lindell to turn up his volume. He felt that this might be the first time he had spoken so loudly in the past few years, and this obviously succeeded in calming down the young man in front of him.

Lindell originally supported the pregnant woman with one hand, but almost as soon as he finished speaking, the other party covered his stomach and bowed down and began to cry out in pain: "Woo, I..."

Lindell put his pointed ears on the other's swollen abdomen, closed his eyes and felt it for a few seconds, and his expression became complicated: "What did they do to you before? Ma'am."

"What? I don't know, but I'm in pain right now..."

"Listen, your child is in danger right now."

Lindell said succinctly: "Tell me precisely what they did to you to help solve this problem. She is now forced to ingest too much magic power and is forming a circuit spontaneously in her body. The lower layers may have a solution to this problem, maybe No, but there is absolutely no end in sight if you do nothing."

A series of German yells came from not far away, and Eisenhardt shouted loudly: "They are coming after them!"

Lindell picked up the pregnant woman without hesitation, felt that the posture was not right, and then switched to holding it with both hands, and quickly ran towards the lower floor; Eisenhart followed closely while running and turned around, ready to intercept the attack from behind at any time: "But I've never tried to block a bullet! That speed is too fast!"

"Then kill them all before they shoot, anyway, you are free to play!"

Lindell didn't turn his head back, and grew transparent thin scales on his neck while running, which is another layer of bulletproof measures: "If you can't handle it, protect yourself first, this kind of bullet can't kill me."

"What the hell are you and why are there so many superpowers—"

Eisenhart was out of breath.

"It's a goblin, didn't I tell you before? Detective goblin!"

In the process of advancing, Lindell and the others also intermittently learned about the contents of the experiments done by these people: the magical adaptation experiments of adult humans have repeatedly failed, so they thought of a new method and wanted to create a new method that can adapt to the fetus. A new human in a high-concentration magical environment.

Lindell cried out in his heart that he was sick, and jumped off the escalator in three steps at a time. The first bullet behind him hit his original position.

"Hold on a little bit."

He put the pregnant woman in the corner: "I just need to recharge."