The dark blue night also fell on the main urban area of the G032 base, and the hazy light clouds were like a thin gauze curtain covering the silent night sky. The crooked bright moon hangs high in the center of the dark blue sky, and its white light spreads all over the ruined buildings in the main city, falling outside the corners of the broken walls.
In a quiet world of ruins, in a room of a four-story residential building, Wu Qi was lying on a white double bed, still holding the handle of a long knife in his right hand. The moonlight from outside broke in through the window, illuminating the corner of the big bed and the right half of Wu Qi's body.
The dark gray Sirius R&D Type IV combat uniform has been extensively damaged, with more than 70% of its parts burned to black, revealing huge holes, as if it were a piece of clothing found in a fire. Through countless huge holes, there was Wu Qi's skin. The originally smooth and delicate skin was full of scorch marks. After a long period of cooling, it turned into a mixture of purple, red and black. The fair and delicate face was covered with dark red fire spots, and his eyebrows and hair were burned in large areas, which was ugly and terrifying.
In the quiet room, Wu Qi's breathing could not be heard, but he was indeed breathing. A weak airflow circulated in the air outside his nasal cavity, supplying the oxygen necessary to maintain vital signs. In the chest, the beating sound of the heart was equally gentle.
Suddenly, Wu Qi's eyelids trembled. The five fingers of his right hand holding the handle of the long knife also suddenly exerted force, and the muscles on the charred arm gathered together, giving a rather powerful shape.
Immediately, Wu Qi's purple, red, and black back muscles also began to squirm. The full-outlined muscles were hidden under the devastating scars. The muscles collided and twisted with each other, and the force generated grew from the creek to the river, and then to the river. The vast ocean flows from the trunk through the limbs and bones.
The heart in the chest began to beat regularly and strongly, and the breathing sound around the nasal cavity became significantly clearer.
Ten seconds later, this lifeless body showed vitality again, like a dry bowl filled with living water.
After a long sleep, Wu Qi opened his eyes again. Those eyes were as usual, as bright as the beauty of obsidian. Under the bright appearance, there was a depth that outsiders could not see through. He moved his limbs on the bed and then pushed himself up off the bed like a cricket.
He revived.
Wu Qi looked quietly at the moonlight outside the window and saw his ugly face through the reflection of the glass. Wu Qi's appearance and skin have not recovered yet, but he is not worried and does not think this is a devastating blow to him.
Compared with the time when the Colossus was destroyed, this time he woke up faster than Wu Qi expected. He didn't know whether it was because his body had developed resistance to high-heat damage, or because of the quality of the injected cell active agent, or because it was The obsession to wake up when your body reaches the minimum level of recovery.
Or maybe all three.
Wu Qi looked at his left hand, clenched his fist, dug his nails into the flesh, and then released it. He found that his sense of touch and pain had been greatly weakened, except for his hands, as well as other skin. Losing his extremely keen skin senses means that his perception will be severely weakened. Muscle strength has only been restored to the minimum limit of movement. This is the price you have to pay even if you recover after exceeding your limit.
After checking the current situation, Wu Qi turned over and lay face up on the bed. The fingers of his hands slowly closed and then unclenched.
Alone, lying alone in a strange room, with only the night and moonlight to accompany me. Wu Qi was used to silence and loneliness, but he still thought of Zhang Bai.
Zhang Bai didn't have a close relationship with him. They were teammates who had fought side by side. His memory was so good that he could remember every word Zhang Bai said to him in less than half a day.
That guy is two different people from Wang Sheng. He is timid, afraid of death, has a poor view of the overall situation, and is very clever. He trusts his companions and has courage. He is a real mercenary. But now, Zhang Bai will never ask questions around him again, and will never show his timid side again.
It was Charlotte who killed Zhang Bai. Of course, he and Zhang Bai should also have killed many enemies.
They have united with the Hell Lion mercenaries to form an irresolvable hatred. Even if the enemy is a fifth-level mercenary group, which possesses the unrivaled strength and high-end combat effectiveness of the Black Gun mercenary group, this hatred will not be weakened at all.
Wu Qi grew up in the jungle. In his impression, there was never a wild creature that would not fight back after being bitten hard by an enemy. Wu Qi asked himself that he was not a person who would seek revenge, but some grudges must have an end.
For now, he is not Charlotte Leroy's opponent, but in this world, victory and defeat are never determined solely by pure fighting ability.
... ...
80 meters underground in the base laboratory, in the personnel lounge of Bunker 32.
This is a huge space with an area of 500 square meters and a height of 12 meters. Bright white light illuminates every corner of the huge space.
The white walls are covered with honeycomb-like structures. The design shape and color of the honeycomb have the "future technology style" of the civilized era. Each cavity of the honeycomb is a small bedroom. The daily necessities are all white.
In addition to the honeycomb space built on the wall, there are nine spherical honeycombs in the 500-square-meter space. Each spherical honeycomb is eight personal spaces.
Charlotte and Li Jiang are staying on the top floor of the wall honeycomb bedroom. They stay in two independent personal spaces, separated by bedroom walls from each other. As long as they press the button on the wall, it will turn into transparent white.
The culture tank containing MacDonald was placed on the bottom floor by Charlotte. In the ocean of culture fluid surrounded by transparent specialized glass, Macdonald was swimming flexibly, with a pair of brilliant blue silver eyes like a god descending from the earth, exploring the surrounding environment.
MacDonald has an excellent memory, superb computational logic and spatial imagination. Since it left the underground laboratory and was moved by Li Jiang in the passage of Bunker 32, it has been observing the environment and gradually pieced together the map of Bunker 32 in its mind. At present, 40% of the total has been completed.
Macdonald's wisdom was also recorded in the experimental notes by Director Cen Shuming. Unfortunately, almost everyone except Cen Shuming, including the leaders of the Third Supreme Court living in Xinjing, only valued Macdonald. The value of genes does not matter what kind of existence MacDonald himself is.
Return to the top level of the hive. Li Jiang was lying on the big bed in the bedroom of his personal space, his sharp and cold eyes always staring at the white ceiling, making people wonder what he was thinking.
Charlotte was in the room next to Li Jiang. He was sitting cross-legged on the big white bed, always holding the tablet in his hands. On the screen that emitted blue and white electronic light, there was always the message "Gao Lan, communication not successful".