Chapter 215 105: Pioneer

Lubyanka.

Square 11.

As a traditional intelligence agency with a history of hundreds of years, it has experienced countless major events, and the decisions made there have influenced the direction of the country to varying degrees.

Today, the crises facing the Security Service are no less severe than those recorded in history by its predecessors.

"Director, this is all the records about Komi Base 17 from the Kremlin."

"The origin of the matter has been basically confirmed. It was the 'black egg' brought back from the Northern Islands research station."

"According to the highest order, we have obtained the unconditional assistance of the military, and the nearest troops are rushing to Sykotyv."

As the director of the Security Bureau, Felix was naturally particularly concerned about extraordinary events, but precisely because the matter was of such great importance, even his previous desire to know more details required the approval of President Vicchi.

It was not until the incident at Site 17 that he was granted full involvement status.

The so-called Base 17 incident refers to the disappearance of all personnel at the Special Experimental Base No. 17 in Comey within one day. No one knows what happened inside. Now we can only confirm that it is related to a suspected supernatural object code-named "Black Egg".

The last message sent from the base was a strange public statement: Hell is well.

After that, there was no news at all.

When the nearest troops arrived, the items inside were neatly and neatly arranged, as if everyone left in a leisurely state. However, bloodstains found in many dormitories confirmed that fierce fighting had taken place here, and the internal surveillance data had disappeared.

The most important question is, where did the people go? What happened to Heidan?
It shouldn't just disappear out of thin air!
Only the mysterious and unfathomable supernatural being can explain all this.

The black egg they picked up was not a good thing. Without even having a conversation, it directly took away all the people in their base as blood packs.

As expected, you really shouldn’t pick up evil things you see on the ground.

But it’s too late to regret now, because a more serious Sercotev incident has occurred. A group of monsters that seem to have lost their minds are wreaking havoc, right now!
Felix's intuition told him that there must be a connection between the two, and it might be caused by that black devil.

"The devil?"

Felix felt compelled to make a suggestion to the President.

Faced with such a strange enemy, they really need to let go of some prejudices. Compared to safety, this is not a shameful thing. Perhaps, this will also become an opportunity for them to come into contact with the extraordinary.

Fireworks light up the night.

In Sykotyf, a small city of only a few hundred thousand people, riots broke out in various districts one after another, leaving the police station busy.

Residents looked out of their windows anxiously, and could see blue and red lights flowing through every street, and the sound of gunfire could be heard constantly.

Bang, bang—click!

"Damn it! You jammed right now!" A police officer hiding behind a police car looked at the gun in his hand in despair, and at the "weirdo" who seemed to be fine after being hit by several bullets and was roaring towards him.

It was too late to get the rifle from the trunk, so he turned and ran. His colleagues behind him fired to help delay him, but the monster was getting closer and closer, just a little bit away -

Boom!
A car drifted down the street, swung its tail, and narrowly missed the strange man but also narrowly missed the police officer. It was a very skillful move.

Zizizi!
The harsh sound of burning tires passed by, and pungent white smoke began to spread.

The car door opened from the inside, and a boot stepped out. The middle-aged man, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked around at the stunned police officers and said, "Can anyone tell me what this is all about?"

"Captain Carl!"

A police officer recognized this officer who had made a great name for himself in the police station. It was rumored that if he had not known how to restrain himself when handling cases and had not often enforced the law violently, thus displeasing his superiors, he would have been a quasi-colonel by now.

"Be careful! That monster is hard to kill!" said the police officer who had just been chased hurriedly.

Carl glanced back, calmly and skillfully took out a rifle from the trunk of the police car in front, and walked straight to the monster that was still struggling on the ground and had just crawled halfway up.

“Ka-hou!”

The monster saw Carl and roared at him with its crooked mouth, trying hard to raise its broken arm.

Carl directly stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the monster's mouth, boom, boom!
The monster's head exploded.

The police officers blinked their eyes, as if... not that difficult to deal with? No way!

Who the hell can shove a gun into the mouths of those violent monsters so easily!

"Tell me who ruined my vacation."

Carl took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his forehead with disgust. Then, he fired all the bullets from his rifle at the still twitching body on the ground.

industrial area.

A processing factory somewhere.

Boss Grantet listened to the evacuation broadcast and reluctantly ordered his subordinates to shut down all the equipment before evacuating.

"Everyone will have to work overtime when we get back!" Grantai roared.

People looked at each other and packed up their things in silence. According to the broadcast, they could only take the designated passages to go to the civil air defense fortifications, or take shelter in nearby buildings.

It’s just that these people don’t want to hide in the factory.

"Lev? Aren't you going to take a day off today? Why are you here when it's so chaotic?"

A colleague saw Lev approaching and asked curiously.

"The boss sent me here."

"Go to hell, didn't you hear the evacuation broadcast? You came from the city, right? I heard there was a riot. Don't worry about the boss, let's go to the air-raid shelter as soon as possible."

"No, I just have something I want to talk to the boss about."

Lev avoided the other person's gaze and walked into the factory.

My colleague shook his head and walked towards the parking lot. Suddenly he was stunned. Why didn’t Lev come from the direction he just walked from come from the parking lot?
Looking back again, only Lev's back was left.

In the office building, Grantet carefully placed the company's important property into a hidden safe that only he knew about. He sat back in his chair and looked at his laptop, thinking that this was also a large amount of property. So he found a second-hand sofa that he had bought and stuffed the computer in it. Now he stroked his chest and finally felt a little relieved.

There was a click, as if there was a sudden power outage, and the room became dark in an instant.

"What's going on?! The notice didn't say that the power here would be shut off."

He walked to the window, looked outside, and found that the lights were still on in a factory building not far away. It seemed that there was a problem with the electrical equipment.

If you have any questions, find an employee.

He thought so subconsciously, but all the employees had run away. In the entire factory of a hundred people, only Pete stayed to accompany him. He should be in another office now, but the problem was that he didn't seem to know anything about electrical work.

Never mind, maybe it was just a power outage. There’s no harm in asking him to go and take a look.

He took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The sudden knock on the door startled him.

"Who? Pete?"

The person outside the door didn't answer.

"Pete, go check if the circuit breaker is tripped. If that doesn't work, try looking for a diesel engine as an emergency measure."

Grantai assumed that the other person was Pete.

But the person outside the door didn't say a word and just kept knocking on the door.

"Didn't you hear me?!"

Feeling disobeyed, Grantet used his authority as a boss and roared, then looked carefully at the surveillance. He had installed a camera at the door, but now there was a power outage and he couldn't see anything, and there was no peephole on the door, so now he didn't know who was knocking on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The knocking on the door continues.

Grantai felt something was wrong. Could it be that some criminals took the opportunity to sneak in and rob him?

He dialed Pete's number, and a few seconds later, the phone rang outside the door.

"Pete? Is that you?" Grant took out a gun and slowly walked to the door.

The call was answered.

Grantet put his ear to the phone nervously, listening carefully, but there was only silence, no sound, not even breathing. Bang!
"Wow!!"

Suddenly, the door lock was broken and a hole appeared. Grante was so scared that he jumped up and his cell phone fell to the ground.

Without time to feel distressed, he immediately raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle at the door with a trembling hand. The door with a broken lock seemed to be pushed open slowly by something heavy. In the darkness, a black shadow appeared and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Pete?!"

With the dim light from the window, he could roughly see from his hair and clothes that it was Pete's back. He was lying on the ground, and it seemed that blood had stained his carpet, which was worth quite a bit of money.

In the past, Pete had to take off his shoes and put on shoe covers when he came in, but now he just carelessly stained the carpet with blood. Damn, doesn’t he know that the cleaning fee is not cheap now?

Grantai couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he quickly came to his senses and realized that now was not the time to think about these things. He carefully observed the dark corridor, slowly walked to Pete's side, and kicked him in the body with his toes.

"Come out! Bastard, I see you! You're dead, I've called the police, they will be here in five minutes!"

boom!
He even fired a shot as a threat.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity when the other party might be frightened, he continued shouting while struggling to drag Pete in.

Until now, he thought Pete had simply passed out.

"You really should lose weight!"

Grantet, who weighs over 200 pounds, complains about Pete, who weighs over 100 pounds.

No, it is estimated that Pete weighs less than 100 pounds now.

Using a chair to hold the door open, he finally had his hands free and was able to turn Pete over.

Just by doing this, his eyes widened uncontrollably, and his vocal cords burst out with the greatest power he had ever had in his life.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

What caught his eyes was a "face" that seemed to have been stripped of all its facial features, leaving only blurry flesh and bones.

There was even a gap on his forehead, and Pete's chest was covered in blood. There was a fist-sized hole where his heart was, and blood was flowing out little by little like a dried-up stream.

His detrusor muscle was completely out of control, water stains appeared on Grante's pants, and a strange smell swirled in the room, but he had no time to care about all these now. He stared outside the door, groping back, picked up the phone on the ground, hurriedly dialed an emergency number, held it with his shoulder, and aimed the gun at the broken door with his hand.

The line is busy.

An AI voice came from the other end of the phone, asking him to speak out what happened first, and the police station would handle it immediately after receiving it.

"No, no, you can't do this. We are the profit creators of this city! Without us, you can't even collect taxes! I know your director!" He roared in a distorted voice.

But no matter how he shouted, the line was always busy on the other side, and a large number of incidents were also happening in other urban areas, so the number of people calling the police would not drop for a while.

He then called the director he knew, but no one answered.

"It's okay, I have a gun, I'm not afraid, I have a gun." He kept encouraging himself, and slowly, his strength began to return, and he was at least able to stand up.

He suppressed his nausea, fetched a tablecloth and spread it over Pete, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, he didn't want to stay here any longer, but it was pitch black outside, so what should he do?

He looked towards the window. This floor was only the third floor. He thought it should be possible to find a way to go down from here.

As for throwing the body down, the door cannot be repaired after that. He will have a mental breakdown sooner or later if he keeps guarding like this. It would be better to go down early and drive to a shelter. He doesn't believe that the other party is so arrogant as to commit a crime in public.

"I'm telling you, I'll be waiting for you right here! The police will be here soon, and they'll surround you from both sides. You're dead!"

As Grantai continued shouting, he climbed out of the window, stood on the edge, and looked down. He saw that there was also an edge on the second floor.

He slowly lowered his body and placed his hands on the sides. The nervousness made him sweat profusely and even his hands were slipping.

But fortunately, there is a lot of dust along the edges, which can provide a lot of friction.

Puff.

"huh, huh"

He landed on the edge of the second floor, quite steady, which allowed him to almost completely relax—

Bang!

A bloody figure suddenly jumped out of the window in front of him and pounced on the window. He was so scared that he screamed, slipped, and fell down.

There was a crisp sound.

Grantai held his leg, where a bone spur had pierced his flesh, and wailed.

"Ahh, my legs! Damn it, bastard, come out if you can! Come out!"

The sound of gunfire pierced the night sky, leaving behind echoes.

But he still had some sense, knowing that the gun was his only protection and that he had to save the ammunition. He ignored the severe pain and stood up on one leg, hopping, occasionally looking back, and stubbornly walked towards the direction of the parked car.

As the boss, his car was not parked in the parking lot, but behind the building, not far away.

But for a person who is quite heavy and has such a serious leg break, this distance is like a journey through heaven.

After falling down several times, he finally saw his beloved car.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with tears.

He glanced behind him vigilantly and saw that the man was not chasing him, so he hurriedly got into the car.

"Ah! ****!" The severe pain made him curse, but fortunately it was his left leg that was broken, otherwise it would be difficult for him to drive the car.

"Don't let me know who you are." The car drove off the road, feeling both grateful for having survived the disaster and filled with hatred.

"So what if we know who it is?"

A faint reply came from behind.

Gulu.

Grantai looked carefully at the rearview mirror and saw a bloody man sitting in the back seat.

No, when did he get on the bus?

"How does it feel to go from heaven to hell?"

"Lelev! It's you, me, me." Grantai babbled incoherently in fear.

"Your face really makes me sick."

"Well, then I will never appear in front of you again. Please let me go. I still have a family and so many employees. If I die, they will all have to eat shit."

"You stole our work! You all deserve to die!"

"Risks and rewards! I've taken such a big risk, so what if I take a little more!" Grantet's nature still played a tenacious role even at the critical moment of life and death, and his hand touched the gun.

"Are you looking for this?" Lev took out his gun.

".I--"

Lev didn't wait for his reply. With a heart-wrenching scream, a pool of blood exploded in the car, completely covering the windows. Then the car twisted a few times and crashed into the street lamp with a bang, and there was no movement.

After a while, the back door was opened and Lev came out wiping the corner of his mouth.

"This heart is full of the stench of money. It's really disgusting."

"Who says it isn't?"

Another female voice came out.

Lev's hunched shoulders, after a rumbling and twisting, slowly grew a slightly smaller new head, which stretched out its inconspicuous neck and spoke in agreement with Lev's words.

That face was somewhat similar to Polina, who was killed by him not long ago.

"They" turned their gaze towards the urban area, where he could feel the presence of many compatriots who were working hard to eliminate the "evil" in the city, and he should obey the orders of the Demon Lord and join them as soon as possible.

"The Demon Lord admires you very much and has new orders for you." The female head suddenly said.

"What do you want me to do?" Lev said respectfully to the little head without any doubt.

"He hopes that you will serve as a pioneer and explore the way to Mo City."

(End of this chapter)