Munster turned his head at those moments of red light.
It pounced on Rand with lightning speed, springing to the ceiling like a spring. In just a short moment, the sound of gunfire and the sudden bright light of bullets, as well as the firelight that they hit against the wall, tore apart the thick darkness in the corridor.
"Hold me tight!"
While shouting in Rand's ear, Munster scrambled to the other side at an astonishing speed, and behind its tail, a series of fire splashed arcs, and the shells crackled like raindrops.
A web of red lasers as thin as a hair quickly fills the space of the aisle and moves forward with the sound of a "crunch" mechanical movement.
Rand was hooked firmly on Munster's body, and in the light brought by the vigilant robots that suddenly attacked, he glanced quickly towards the aisle.
The sad scene that appeared in his eyes left him almost unable to breathe.
The ground is full of debris from buildings, robots that have been blasted into black iron blocks, and corpses lying on their backs or lying on the floor—the reason why they don't smell bad is because their bodies have been eaten by something. All that was left was the pale bones, and the shiny bullet casings were like ice crystals on the grass in early winter, scattered among the ruins of corpses and inorganic matter.
Rand didn't even dare to think carefully about who the corpses were and what happened to them during their lifetime.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the g32 droids that attacked them didn't do well on a ground full of obstacles, especially when compared to the unobstructed Munster, which was between the ceiling and the wall. too much.
After being chased by the bullet rain for a short distance, Munster and Rand suddenly rushed into the air vent, escaping the pursuit of the guard robot in time.
…
At the same time, above them, Simon suddenly turned his head thoughtfully, listening carefully to the movement that flashed past his ears just now.
Where they are now is the base's restaurant.
The location is a bit odd, because theoretically they should meet in the chapel. However, according to the commander who came to meet them, the original disinfection room and locker room could no longer be used due to leaking water pipes...
So, was the sound he heard just now the sound of water flowing in the water pipe
Simon wasn't sure if he really heard the faint... gunshots, or maybe he was just nervous.
In general, the moment he stepped into the base, Simon knew that everything was going wrong.
The first is the equipment that shields electronic waves. In Simon's understanding, the base does not completely prohibit the normal sending and receiving of electronic signals. After all, the soldiers at the base are also ordinary human beings. They need a communication channel in the Arctic Ocean, which is isolated from the human world. However, this time, when waiting for the floating island base, Simon found that the shielding range of the electron wave was expanding amazingly.
At least…
He stretched out his hand, pretended to scratch it, and quietly turned on the switch of the communicator in a concealed state.
Just like before, the communicator was just abnormally monotonous white noise.
He can't get in touch with Rand and Munster... damn it.
Simon shifted anxiously, his fingers tapping nervously on his knees.
Under normal circumstances, such uneasy and restless researchers would immediately attract the attention of the aborigines at the base—the soldiers on duty at those bases, and lead to investigation. But at this time, Simon was not conspicuous among his colleagues.
Because everyone is equally restless and restless.
The canteen was playing Christmas songs that were completely inconsistent with the entire base... The harsh child's voice was like a small hammer hitting this group of high-IQ and fragile intellectuals. The soldiers who were scheduled to undergo the experiment were led away from the researchers by the sound of the broadcast. They passed through a silver-white corridor in silence, and then disappeared behind a metal door.
Simon therefore began to feel that things were very wrong.
He thinks his colleagues should be aware of this, too.
The first is the almost barren security system in the base. There are no people on duty, only some regular security robots. Then came the broadcast. The omnipresent broadcast directed the actions of Simon and others. The mechanical voice told them where to go: who was assigned to the fan-shaped living area, who was assembled in the cafeteria, and who was going to disappear along the white corridor. Behind a metal door... To be honest, what happened after entering this base made Simon feel like he was in a Nazi-era Jewish concentration camp. The only difference was that it was not human beings who drove them, but various people. kind of machinery.
Oh, and occasionally, there are still humans.
"Okay, dear colleagues, welcome to the Siren... cluck... Next we will spend a busy time here, about 300 human soldiers will be tested with new biological weapons, huh, I think we There will be hundreds of 'Captain America' soon... Given the urgency of time, I will divide you into three shifts over the next period of time, and you will be with the original outstanding scientific staff here Together, 24/7 experimenting... yes, I know you won't be happy..."
Simon knew the talking man, Dr. Sean, and they had discussed it before at Stanford's annual meeting. He is an outstanding biologist. He is over 40 years old. He presides over several top laboratories in the world. He has a good appearance and a very good mind. In short, he is a typical human being who is loved by God. The only shortcoming is probably his stubborn cleanliness. Simon still remembers that when he was talking to him, the man took out the hand sanitizer countless times and rubbed his palms.
And now Sean, who appears in front of Simon, can be described as disheveled, his hair is greasy and greasy on his scalp, and it looks like the cuffs of a robe that is casually put on have old stains from ketchup.
Simon swears if the Sean he knew would go mad at this situation—or maybe he's mad now. When he was speaking to the new researchers who had just arrived, his body trembled abnormally, and the sentences that popped out of his mouth didn't make sense, showing that his thinking was very messy.
He looked as if he had been injected with some kind of drug, or had been greatly stimulated.
However, at the moment when Simon thought so, he and Sean looked at each other for a moment - in that very short time, he saw the extremely sober look in Sean's eyes.
He blinked quickly at Simon, and then his eyes returned to chaos, showing the same confusion as before.
Simon's body stiffened for a moment, and after a few seconds, he suddenly intuitively cast his gaze to the doctor's left side - there, a spherical shape, which at first would be mistaken for the second-generation "spider of the sweeping robot". "Mechanical guards. A soft metal tube reminiscent of a vacuum cleaner tugs under their rounded shells, and at the bottom right, a red indicator light for the video networking system is blinking regularly.
This only shows that the robot is monitoring Dr. Sean's actions. So, the question arises - who are the people spying on them at the connected terminal
How many people are still alive in this secret military base
…
A strong fear suddenly surged in Simon's heart, and the meager self-confidence and plans he had accumulated before entering the base collapsed like an avalanche in front of reality. He suddenly remembered the problem of Rand on the destroyer-
Why did the base suddenly request to speed up the test progress and conduct tests on normal human soldiers
In the strict experimental environment of Shenbai headquarters, they always have a great vigilance against Siren experimental subjects. Totally ruined. If it weren't for the existence of Rand at that time, Simon would have certainly had a large number of Siren test bodies escaped into Washington DC... And in the laboratory -2, which was transformed from an abandoned experimental floating island platform, the host of the test They would ask to simultaneously transform nearly a hundred individuals into Siren. Under such a simple situation, is it really possible for them to control the Siren experimental body as a biological weapon
Or, they don't need to control them at all...
There was an uncontrollable cold sweat on the back of Simon's neck. During this time of his contemplation, the researchers were asked to line up and pick up the essentials they needed to live on the base from the table behind Dr. Sean.
When it was Simon's turn, Dr. Sean stumbled beside him.
"Be careful-"
Simon supported the man's body, and Dr. Sean's body was terribly thin under the palm of his hand.
"help me!"
Sean's dry and cracked lips trembled slightly, and in Simon's ear, he whispered quickly and lowly.
Then Simon felt as if something was stuffed into his palm.
For the others present, this scene was just a small interlude. All they could see was that Simon helped Sean a little, then turned around blankly, and picked up the sealed bag from the table, In the end, they formed a line like elementary school students behind the others, and went to their lounge under the guidance of the radio.
Sixteen hours later, he'll take over from his colleagues into the lab and work until all the young males brought in by the arriving ships are all transformed into siren subjects—that's how things got going, if all went well.
In the narrow lounge, Simon took out the things hidden between his fingers by the light of his watch.
It was a thin piece of paper stuffed into a stomach pill capsule.
Simon slowly unfolded the piece of paper with his fingers, and found that it was written in scribbled handwriting—[sos siren test subject has lost control] Simon's breath stagnated, he turned the piece of paper over, and there was a row of numbers with unknown meaning. .
"This is… "
Simon frowned slightly and whispered in confusion.
While he was trying to unravel the meaning of the string of numbers, there was a spacious and quiet area dozens of meters below the lounge.
Tennis courts, billiards room, bowling alley and a small cinema were set up here, and it was originally a place for the base staff to rest and relax. Now, things have completely changed here.
A brutal massacre once took place here.
The ground was covered with the same gnawed human bones as in the corridor before, the tables and chairs fell to the ground in a mess, and the dim light pipes were ringing on the deformed ceiling, flashing and lingering.
Those lights jumped on the disgusting creatures that moved slowly like zombies in the center of the room and made a wet sound.
Munster and Rand were clinging themselves to the inside of the deformed lockers, which were welded against the wall, so the damage was not too high.
A few minutes ago, Rand and Munster managed to escape from the pursuit of the mechanical guards and broke into this place by mistake, and then, they encountered that kind of extremely unpleasant creature...
From a purely physical point of view, it barely maintains the appearance of a human. This is a tall soldier with a black special team uniform hanging on his body like a rag. He is like a chimpanzee, with his body hunched forward. Eyes swelled out of their sockets, turning quickly on the left and right sides of the face, observing.
On the surface of his skin, irregularly shaped scales appeared, and from the part below the crotch, the legs sloughed off into two long fish tails.
This is a very failed Siren infection, Rand recognized it at a glance, if it was in Deep White, an individual like it would not hesitate to be identified as biological waste, and then directly destroyed.
But in the base, it walks through the abandoned military personnel living area like a wild dog in the dark city of the city. It seems to have no sense of mind, but in action, it shows a loose directionality.
At least now Rand can be sure that it's here to find him and Munster, two unplanned alien interlopers.
However, the aura that belonged to the siren exuded from Munster made this failed infected body confused, and it has been slowly going back and forth here many times. Munster seemed a little excited. The scales on its body turned bright blue, and it could be seen that it wanted to rush out very much, and then tore the disgusting thing into pieces. Of course, it could indeed do this.
But Rand stopped it.
His hand rested on the little monster's shoulder, and his body poured out. Through the gap above the storage box door, he has been calmly observing the outside world.
He felt somewhat familiar with the condition of the infected siren.
When he invaded low-level Siren Infested in Deep White, and patrolled the environment through them, those Siren Infested also exhibited this clumsy, sluggish, but purposeful behavioral trait.
That's because he needs to control enough infected bodies in a short enough time so that he can understand the situation of the surrounding environment to the greatest extent. But controlling too many infected individuals in this way would result in him being less precise than a single low-level siren infected - which is why they appear sluggish and clumsy.
Rand has a vague sense that behind this group of mournful siren subjects, someone is shadowy manipulating, spying on them...
Who is that person...