Chapter 51 (1/2)

Several small black and yellow balls were thrown out of the door and headed for the crowd. They looked like golf balls, with a green fluorescent button on them, and they were shimmering.

”Bang! Bang! Bang

A series of burst sound came, and the fire in the corridor suddenly became sparse. Instead, the sound of guns turned into screams. Many of those in black suits covered their eyes and began to roll.

A powerful flash bomb can not only produce blinding effects, but also affect the brain due to the sudden damage of the optic nerve, making people lose balance and sense of direction, and can not move. The shock bomb can also achieve similar effects, but it is through the sudden loud sound and high-frequency sound wave vibration in the narrow underground environment, it is regardless of the enemy or the enemy.

Choosing the right weapon is as important as choosing tactics.

After finding out that they have lost their combat effectiveness, Su Ming and Cindy will not be merciful. For the death knell, those who are in the way should be removed. He immediately pulled out his knives and rushed into the crowd. Cindy did the same thing as him.

In the pale corridor, the four knives were shining brightly.

Each flash of light, there is one or more heads flying into the sky, all kinds of stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky, blood covered every inch of the wall and ground.

Their fighting style choices are slightly different, because Cindy's body size is smaller, so she likes to drill around in the crowd, looking for weaknesses and opportunities by inserting and cutting formations.

However, Su Ming was more inclined to crush fighting, relying on the strength of transforming people and passing people. Everything in the way was split with double knives.

In fact, they can fight with each other's style, and all the skills are used by both of them. However, there are still different habits in different worlds. What's more, Su Ming is a penetrator.

This kind of direct promotion means, let his heart blood surging, the desire to kill also seems to have been satisfied.

He felt much warmer. He seemed to have a lot of strange memories in his mind. He recalled in a trance that he had killed the enemy so many times, and even the expression on his face was clear.

It belongs to Slade's memory, which is completely different from that of Su Ming, full of violence and blood.

When he felt the chill again, he and Cindy were left in the corridor. All kinds of incomplete corpses were all around him. The broken guns were all over the ground. Even the anti tank gun was broken.

”Good. We're closer to Falcone.” Cindy shakes the bloodstain on the knife and nods with satisfaction. She just likes to use the sword. The fatality rate is reliable. The corpses on the ground don't need to be examined.

”Whew... Maybe I really need to eat something and sleep somewhere.” Su Ming shakes his head. He calms himself down again. Maybe it's what Cindy said. The self-healing factors in his body are working, and his mood is also affected.

And as Slade's memory continues to recover, he is somewhat uncertain about his identity. Who is he?

He has the body and memory of the death knell, which should be Slade Wilson. So where does the memory of Su Ming's identity come from?

The confusion of memory and bloodthirsty desire are intertwined, which makes him feel irritable. Fortunately, his mood can be controlled at present. Judging from the cartoon, this kind of blood thirsty madness will not last too long, and will probably recover tomorrow morning.

The premise is to get enough food and rest, and Cindy's stew before, he only ate a few mouthfuls, but everyone ate the turkey. It was delicious, but it was the smell of some refrigerators.

But now it seems that it is not only the self-healing factor, but also some confusion in memory.

Cindy patted him on the shoulder and waved to three people hiding in the room behind him to follow. Barbara was embarrassed. The corridor was full of corpses. Wheelchair movement was very inconvenient. She thought that if she needed to go in and out of such places frequently, maybe she should change her tires to track tracks.

”Your self-healing cells are messing up again?” Cindy asked him.

”Well, it's all under control.” Su Ming put away his knife, patted his head, and searched the corpses on the ground for bullets that could be used in the pistol.