"Lost control level 2, Mobile Task Force, Collective, Awakening."
The sound coming from the factory was like a bomb exploding in the ears of everyone present. The Foundation left behind more than one task force.
At this time, everyone wished they could grow two more legs, and everyone threw away all useless items except weapons.
"Bang~" Norden fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and he supported himself with trembling right hand. There was a bleeding wound on his waist. He was shot when he was fighting with the task force just now.
"Get up!" A tentacle stretched out and rolled him up from the ground. It was Charles' tentacle.
With his right leg injured, he could only use those transparent tentacles to move around. To others, it seemed as if he was floating in the air.
A crack with light in the distance had appeared in front of them, and the distance between the two was less than three hundred meters.
Charles was nervous and looked back from time to time. The distance was too far and the Black Beaver Task Force could no longer catch up.
Just when Charles was half the distance to the light, accompanied by a harsh sound of metal friction, a black wall rose from the cold floor and blocked the light.
The disappearance of the light cast a shadow over the hearts of Charles and others.
Eight figures walked out of the black wall. They were wearing the black combat uniforms of the Mobile Task Force.
Although these guys look like humans, their limbs are abnormally swollen and small, and each one seems to be a monster born from incest.
Their heads are not round at all, they are just like flattened balls, without eyes, but with huge mouths, with the corners of their mouths crooked from above the chin to the corners of the eyes, looking very scary.
Judging from their physical features, there are both men and women, but it is difficult to tell them apart. Each of them has a circular wave icon tattooed on their right arm.
We also saw the circular pattern on the shoulders of the Black Beaver Task Force just now. It is obvious that these terrifying monsters are the so-called collective task force.
Charles seemed to be able to see the Foundation's horrific human experiments in them.
The eight members of the Mobile Task Force stood there motionless. They didn't seem to be prepared to take action, they just wanted to stop Charles and others.
They could wait, but Charles couldn't wait any longer. He heard footsteps approaching beside him. The resurrected Black Beaver Task Force was rushing towards them. If they were attacked from both sides, they would have no way to escape.
Charles reached into his pocket first and pulled Lily out and put her on the ground. "Lily, sneak your mouse out and see if you can break through from the outside through the Narwhal."
"Mr. Charles, what are you going to do in there?"
"I'll think of another way. The key is that you leave here first. You're a rat, a small target. They should only care about people." Charles urged anxiously.
The members of the aggregate task force in the distance were still standing there motionless, but the vague hostility in them was growing stronger and stronger.
Lily's furry face was hesitant. She didn't want to run away alone, but after Charles' repeated persuasion, she finally nodded. "Okay, I'll wait for you outside."
Lily led the mice along the edge of the wall and quickly walked towards the crack behind the wall, but the other party still did not move.
Charles licked his lips and began to give orders. "Gather and charge to the left first. Dipper, Audric, Bandage, and I will hold them back for a few seconds. The rest of you will evacuate to the right. The wall isn't high and you should be able to climb over it."
Facing Charles' order, Linda had her own plan. "Captain, you shouldn't take risks at this time. You can let us, the cannon fodder, rush forward to attract the enemy's attention."
"Shut up, I'm the captain! All you have to do is follow my orders!"
"Da da da~~Da da da~~" Gunshots rang out again from behind, the Black Beaver Task Force caught up with them. Charles knew that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he would be completely surrounded.
"Move! Quick!" Charles took out the flesh revolver from his prosthesis and rushed forward with the crew.
Just one second later, the strong wind turned into a tornado, carrying flames and rushing towards them.
"Retreat first!" Charles' body quickly became transparent and he rushed towards the eight people invisibly.
He wanted to launch a sneak attack, but before he got within five meters, he keenly heard the tiny voice in the opponent's earphone.
"Assembly, this is Black Beaver. The target has stealth capabilities. Thermal sensors show that he is approaching your right side. Be alert!!"
“These guys can actually communicate with each other.
The moment they heard the sound, the members of the collective task force clenched their fists and slammed the ground hard. A gust of wind blew along the ground and spread in all directions.
When the wind hit Charles, they all looked towards him.
Seeing that he was exposed, Charles no longer hid, but raised his gun and fired rapidly at them, attacking while retreating towards his crew.
A blue halo emanated from a short member of the task force, and white bone bullets stopped in front of them.
Seeing this scene, Charles was sure that these guys, like Alice, had several relics stuffed into their bodies by the Foundation.
When Charles stopped attacking, all the collective bodies kicked their feet and rushed towards Charles with afterimages.
"Bang bang bang!" Gunshots rang out again, and the other crew members were covering Charles with firepower.
However, this level of attack had no effect on them at all. They pounced on them instantly and started attacking Charles and others with their bare hands like wild beasts.
The collective's fingers are thick with black fingertips and look very hard.
Faced with the attacks of these monsters, the crew members were completely unable to resist. After only a few seconds, three of them had been dismembered.
There were screams, gunshots, and explosions all mixed together.
When Charles and Beng teamed up to chop off a guy's head, his body quickly turned into nothingness. These monsters can be resurrected just like the Black Beaver!
And at this time, the Black Beaver Mobile Task Force had also arrived, and in an instant, they were on the verge of failure.
At this critical moment, Charles shouted to the second mate: "Charlie, use your relics! It's time!"
Upon hearing this, Charlie, whose head was bleeding, grabbed his right index finger with his left hand and pulled it hard.
With a snapping sound, the index fingers of the right hands of everyone present were broken.
Everyone froze in place for a moment. After about three seconds, the Mobile Task Force began to move. They raised their guns and fired rapidly at Charles and others.
The sound of bubbles bursting continued, and everyone, including Charles, burst. They were just illusions, and the real people had escaped.
After a moment of pause, the two task force members turned around at the same time and rushed towards the rift in the distance.
After they all left, in a factory building, a vigilant eye slowly moved from the window.
"They're gone. Fortunately, we predicted that their first reaction would be to block the exit." Charles, breathing a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the extremely embarrassed crew members behind him.
(End of this chapter)