Long-term salvation

Leaving these researchers alone, Rhodes found a cardboard box in the utility room and used it as a cover to sneak towards the guard room on the first floor of Building A of the research facility.

There are multiple guardhouses within the facility, each of varying sizes, but their interiors generally consist of a weapons storage area and a rest room for the guards. The surveillance footage and overall defense system are monitored by a central control center located underground, which directs the personnel in each guardhouse to respond promptly based on the situation.

This gave Rhodes an opportunity.

After using the cardboard box to avoid two passing guards, Rhodes stood up from the cardboard box, turned off the camouflage system, and placed his hand on the door of the guard room marked A-9... He whispered:

"Cut off the power."

Rhodes pushed the door open and walked in—darkness suddenly fell!

The sound of a storm instantly flooded into the guardhouse, drowning out the jazz music that the guards loved. A few cigarette butts still lit flickered a dim red light in the darkness, but they dimmed completely the next second.

Rhodes threw a dagger at the guard farthest from him, and at the same time, he grabbed the neck of the guard beside him with his left hand and exerted force.

Before the two bodies collapsed to the ground almost at the same time, Rhodes had already rushed forward. In the night vision interface provided by the All-Seeing Eye mask, he could clearly see the fear and panic on the faces of every guard. These expressions quickly turned into twisted pain. The screams of broken joints and shattered ribs had not yet burst out of their throats before they were cut off by the heavy punch!

Grabbing a pistol pulled out by a man, Rhodes removed the magazine, ejected the bullet from the chamber, and then stabbed the blunt pistol barrel directly into the man's carotid artery, causing blood to spurt out along the neat metal parts!

Catching some warm blood with his palm, Rhodes flung it into the eyes of another guard. He had just picked up the FAL rifle leaning next to him and had not had time to hold it level when his eyes were covered with blood!

Suffering from the double blow of darkness and discomfort, and worried about his companions still in the narrow space, the poor unfortunate fellow had his weapon ripped away from him before he could even shout "Get down".

The rifle soon returned to his body in a more brutal form.

"…Cleanup complete."

Two minutes later, Rhodes pulled the dagger from the corpse and put it back into the sheath. He shook the blood off his hands, put his index and middle fingers together and placed them on his forehead, then waved at the camera in the corner of the room that was no longer working, as a greeting.

Then, Rhodes dragged a chair over and sat down. He bent down and pulled open the metal cable box in the corner, picked out a few necessary data cables and placed them on the [Box of Shiting] - Alona on the screen was wearing a yellow safety helmet, carrying a pickaxe and disappeared into the collapsed pile of books... I hope this girl won't cry when she comes back because of this mess.

With his slightly raised lips pressed down, Rhodes waited carefully for the screen to refresh enough data streams.

About a minute later, chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor. Rhode quickly put away the Shiting Box and took out his rifle. He stepped over the corpses on the ground, leaned against the door, and listened carefully to the noise coming from outside:

"Start the small diesel generators in each section immediately and restore the searchlights and basic lighting!"

"Power from the main generator needs to be prioritized for the lab and the lockdown area...Distribute the weapons and have all the guards take up their posts according to plan...Where are the guards at A-9?!"

"Hey, did you hear any strange noises?"

Strange sounds? Well, there were indeed some strange sounds, like whispers, like shouts, like dozens of people screaming—their voices, amplified by perfectly coordinated resonance, escaping from the tiniest gaps and drifting past the ears of every human being here.

"…Looks like we can't wait for the Mobile Task Force to rush in with the others."

Rhodes raised his eyebrows, activated the camouflage system, gripped his rifle tightly, and quietly merged into the darkness of the corridor. The researchers and guards coming and going did not notice a shadow passing by them.

After turning a few corners and twisting the necks of two guards who were about to restart the small diesel generator in Area A, Rhodes said on the communication channel:

"Attention—Due to the power outage just now, there may be a leak from the otherworld within the research facility. All units should be on high alert and prioritize self-preservation."

As he spoke, Rhode stretched out his hand and forcibly opened the closed elevator door. He glanced at the dark elevator shaft and then jumped down.

"The plan is to enter the second phase and launch an offensive."

Chapter 385: Rainy Night Attack

The heavy rain has not stopped and the wind is howling.

The flash of fire from the tank's main gun when it opened fire lit up almost at the same time as the lights of the facility's ground buildings - the high-explosive grenade's high temperature when it escaped from the barrel directly vaporized the raindrops passing by, thus forming a ring-shaped expanding white steam cloud at the center, and even dragged out a straight vacuum channel - even the fan-shaped surface where the shock wave tore through the rain curtain was clearly visible!

The moment the explosion sounded and the gate collapsed, the searchlights that had been hastily restarted were also destroyed. The guards nearby were even more tragically shot through the eyes by the sharpshooters who had been aiming for a long time.

The bullet caused brain tissue and occipital bone fragments to burst out from the back of the guard's head, covering the entire helmet. At the same time, it caused the mixture of blood and brain matter to slowly flow and drip along the line of the neck, and finally merged with the cold rain, completely losing its temperature.

The newly brightened research facility building has now become the best shooting background!

After the first round of cleanup, the three T-72M1s knocked aside the slender trees blocking the road, crushed the bushes that succumbed to the heavy rain, and fearlessly advanced towards the research facility. Rod had exchanged the card of the 9th Armored Division of the East German People's Army early on, and because the two Germanys had already merged, it only took 5000 world pollution points to activate the East German series battle group, instead of 10000 points as in the past.

Now, Rhode had specifically exchanged some Warsaw Pact vehicles and equipment, waiting for the battle to end. He was ready to give the Organization's intelligence officers a headache and a headache, letting them taste how he had conducted his previous investigations and intelligence gathering... Of course, these scumbags would definitely suspect Ains, but an investigation into Atlas would only lead to a dead end.

Atlas Corporation despises the T72M1, and they've never deployed it in North America... So who could it be? It's not the US military or some other force that's noticed something and is looking for trouble, let alone a "partner" using a knife to kill someone.

These are all later matters, and are issues that people in suits need to think about.

But at this moment, to the guards who had almost no anti-tank weapons and at most some heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, the three main battle tanks were as terrifying as demons - the tanks' outer armor bounced off the bullets from heavy machine guns and rifles, and the tanks' bodies slowly moved forward under the weak return fire, crashing through the wire fence and smashing to pieces any presumptuous people who dared to fight back!

"Tank!!!! That jar-cut guy... is a T72!!!"

"What the hell are you talking about? This is the United States!"

A guard shouted back angrily. He and several others were trapped inside the sentry post under heavy fire, unable to even lift their heads. After shouting a few times into the intercom to no avail, the guard had no choice but to change his position, carefully sticking his head out to observe the situation outside.

The forest seemed to move, the darkness seemed to burn.

The flares were launched, illuminating the entire rainy night with a pale white. At that moment, the guards understood:

That was not a moving forest, but charging soldiers; that was not burning darkness, but roaring gunfire.

The main battle tank's turret slowly twisted, aiming the muzzle at the sentry.

"...It is indeed a T72 tank."

The guard muttered as the next second, his area was engulfed in the dust and smoke of the explosion. Shards of concrete and bulletproof glass that formed the sentry post swirled in the raging wind and rain, trailing a trail of gunpowder smoke as they fell to the ground, casting a filthy veil over the bodies and severed limbs.

The rain flowed down the bodies of the living and the dead, forming gurgling streams.

The well-prepared soldiers of the Army Without Borders launched an attack during the transition between light and darkness. Under the cover of T-72M1 and BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicles, they launched an attack in a coordinated infantry-tank advance.

From the former Soviet Union's RPG-7 to the United States' M72 LAW, from heavy machine guns to grenade launchers, the attacking forces in each direction were even equipped with a soldier carrying a flamethrower!

This offensive configuration was aimed at the defensive position of a standard infantry battalion...even though the tank and infantry fighting vehicle crews were still very unfamiliar with it, it was enough to defeat the unsuspecting guards the moment the two sides came into contact.

If it were not inconvenient to launch artillery fire and the weather was not suitable for air support from armed helicopters and fighter jets, they would have suffered another round of wild baptism from the sky!

But even without the support of armored forces, the guards had no chance of winning - the attacking soldiers of the Army Without Borders were all wearing mechanical exoskeletons, which could easily carry thicker bulletproof gear and more ammunition - they would completely overwhelm the enemy with bullets that would rain down like a torrential rain at this moment.

"Continue to advance, suppress the enemy's counterattack firepower, cut off the passage between the two buildings, and divide, surround and annihilate the enemy. I repeat, divide, surround and annihilate the enemy, and take no prisoners!"

Major Richard Wilfong, the commander, gave orders on the communication channel. He did not participate in the attack like others, but stayed in the command vehicle at the edge of the forest, giving overall command under the protection of two squads of troops.

After noting on the map that a certain area had been cleared, Major Wilfong continued:

"Listen carefully to the boss's warning—where are the nine-tailed foxes? Where are they?"

"...This is Gumiho 1. We are entering Area A and engaging enemy guards in the corridor... The enemy has been eliminated. Their area has been hit by several grenades."

"Very good. Now please resupply your ammunition and repair your gear. Be alert to possible events in the other world."

"Nine-Tailed Fox received, and began to disengage from the battle."

After giving the order, Principal Will Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He could hear the two signalmen and staff officers beside him constantly receiving and transcribing the information reported from the front line, which would appear on his desk in less than half a minute.

The cold armored command vehicle, the cold digital information, the cold storm, all of these made the major feel as if he was back in the Marine Corps, but he then shook his head, threw these complicated thoughts out of his mind, and concentrated on the battle at hand - even if the enemy's defense force was so weak, the Army Without Borders must not be underestimated... and so on.

Why is the enemy's defense so weak? This doesn't fit with the level of secrecy where the intelligence agents can't even get information about the outside personnel!

The major didn't believe that the people from the Organization would be so careless, even within the borders of the United States!

Thinking of this, Major Wilfong pursed his lips and pondered for a few seconds, then connected to another communication channel:

"Ms. Marian, I believe the enemy's counterattack will come soon, and the force of their counterattack will definitely not be a small one."

"Roger that. I will lead my squad into battle."

Marian turned off the communication, turned her head to look at the mass-produced Nikkis beside her, and nodded slightly:

"Ready to fight!"

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[Mobius - STEM Type II Connection - Execute Startup Procedure]

[Umbrella - T-002 - Nemesis α Parasite - Armed Experiment - Execute Awakening Procedure]

[ATC - Clone Troopers - Execute Wake-up Procedure]

【Decentralized mission objectives】

【Guard·Counterattack】

Chapter 386 Hello, Dylan Faden (1/5)

Falling down a dark elevator shaft was never an option, but Rhodes obviously didn't care.

He grabbed the steel cable and went all the way down, then let go halfway and jumped onto the maintenance ladder around the elevator shaft, repeating this until he landed lightly on the elevator car that had returned to the bottom floor.

As soon as he jumped onto it, he saw a faint light in the gap between the metal plates under his feet. The power system here was still running, but it was still affected by the brief power outage. Deep inside, the whispers became stronger and clearer, as if someone was leaning on Rhodes' shoulder and whispering:

Come here...come to me...

"..."

Rhode lifted the metal plate of the elevator car, but before jumping down, he tapped the [Box of Shiting] a few times. The blue-haired girl on the screen immediately gave a thumbs-up and rushed out with a pickaxe... A few seconds later, she returned, covered in dirt, and gave Rhode another thumbs-up.

With a slight smile, Rhode put away the [Shiting Box], gently jumped down, then leaned against the side and reached out to press the elevator that originally required a pass card.

Outside was a cool, bright corridor, but not so deep as to make one lose themselves. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, quickly overwhelmed by the scent of disinfectant. In another half minute, all this strangeness would be sucked away by the powerful ventilation system and released through an outlet several kilometers away.

The broadcasts reporting the attack on ground facilities continued without stopping. The commands from the main control center echoed in every corridor, every room, and in the ears of every person in the underground area, overlapping with the increasingly clear whispers, casting an inexplicable anxiety on this place.

Several anxious researchers passed by. When they heard the crisp ring of the elevator door opening, they turned their heads and saw only an empty elevator car.

In less than a minute, several clone soldiers produced by ATC appeared here and began to carefully check the elevator car, but they found nothing... They found a time bomb that was flashing red light.

The count returns to zero and flames blaze!

The impact of the explosion caused the top of the car to bulge, and blue-purple flames shot out from the opened metal plate, crawling along the oil stains throughout the entire elevator shaft, breaking the steel cables, melting the surrounding plastic pipes and triggering a series of secondary explosions!

Two clone troopers who had entered the elevator were immediately engulfed in flames, their bodies shredded by the impact and metal fragments before they could even ignite. The remaining few guarding outside were thrown to the ground, taking nearly half a minute to slowly climb to their feet and join the search for the intruder.

The cold and bright corridor was now filled with the sound of chaotic footsteps. Even the lights were shrouded in a layer of dark red, and the original broadcast turned into a shrill alarm, driving the researchers back to their offices. They watched as layers of explosion-proof doors began to fall outside, and only a few passages with the strongest defenses would be open to the outside world.

But this did not stop Rhodes, who was well prepared. He leisurely avoided the panicked researchers and running guards and continued to go deeper into this strange research facility.

"The whispers are intensifying, but the pollution points in the other world haven't risen yet."

After taking a look at the internal logo fixed on the wall, Rhodes found that he had arrived at the [Blockade Area], which was the place in this secret research facility used to store experimental personnel and objects.

There were no guards here, as if they had been forgotten. There were no blast-proof doors separating the cordoned-off area. This place felt like a narrow prison, sealed off by high-strength bulletproof glass. Inside were strangely shaped objects and listless test subjects.

These experimental subjects included both male and female, young and old, but their faces were all thin and dry, as if they had suffered long-term mental torture and malnutrition.

"What happened here?" Rhodes frowned and walked slowly forward with his rifle in hand.

In the containment rooms on both sides of the corridor, none of the experimental subjects noticed Rhodes' arrival. They all huddled in the corners of their rooms, muttering to each other... Not only these experimental subjects, but also several researchers who served as daily supervisors. However, broken syringes were rolling at the feet of these people in white research coats.

There was not a trace of liquid in the syringe, as if it had been injected and then licked and sucked clean with the tongue.

So clean it's disgusting.

Just as Rhodes was about to move closer to facilitate observation with the All-Seeing Eye, he suddenly felt a sense of horror, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him, and the whisper that had been lingering in his ears turned into a mysterious poem with ambiguous meaning.

[Pollution points in the other world increased by 1]

This forced Rhodes to subconsciously look towards the deepest part of the blockade area - there was a room that was different from the other containment rooms standing at the deepest part. The door was made of gray metal, and the bodies of the two guards beside the door were floating in the air, repeating strange whispers in their mouths.

Since the unknown was already unfolding before him, Rhode naturally did not hesitate any longer. He approached cautiously and quickly, glancing at the guards on both sides:

"Has it been contaminated by the Hiss (from "Control")?" Rhode raised his eyebrows, and he had more guesses in his mind. "If that's the case, then the people inside are..."

Reaching out to open the door of the "prison", Rhode saw the face of the young man inside. He lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Hello, Dylan Faden."

"... resonance... eighth dimension... burned slides... brain... channel... retrieve... enter... spread..."

"Dylan?"

Rhodes reached out and knocked on the door to attract the attention of the young man inside who was muttering with his head down. The young man raised his head and responded with a cold gaze:

"Outsider, you are here as expected."

"Although I'm curious about when and how you were captured," Rhode said, carefully gazing at the young man who looked much younger than in the original game "Control," "we need to leave here now. Your sister must still be looking for you."

“I can’t see your face clearly, it’s blurry and broken, with light and heat shining through the cracks of your shattered face,” Dylan said. “Take me to the ‘channel,’ let Heath’s voice become stronger, let Heath’s voice echo in this dimension.”

"That doesn't sound like a good offer."

"You need my help... They've opened the containment chamber door, new shells are on their way, and you're going to die."

……Um?