Chapter 51

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.

"The premise is that you can't get hurt. If you get hurt again, the self-healing cells will work faster and you will probably lose control." Cindy knows exactly what's going on with her body. If sue is like her, then he will face such a problem: "when we have finished Falcone, we can go to the hospital to" borrow "the equipment. There are some good doctors in Gotham who can show them your brain CT."

While talking, she was also doing the same action as Su Ming. When she hit the zombie before, her spare ammunition also saw the bottom.

"No, it's not the time."

Su Ming refused her proposal, even if the Roman personnel situation was solved, only half of the progress was made, far from having time to have a physical examination. Besides, who else could Gotham's doctors with Cindy?

He didn't want professor Hugo or Dr. piggy face to treat him, because he didn't want to see what organs were missing or missing."Whatever you want, but it's better not to make trouble for me in the battle." Cindy shrugged. Since Su Ming insisted, there was no need to persuade him.

"Don't be kidding. These gangsters are not our problem."

He straightened up and went on with Cindy. The blood in the corridor ran over the insteps of his feet. The three people behind him except Vik were excited. Barbara and Pete were pale and retching.

Previously, the monsters were killed on the upper floors, which was better. Now, seeing so many corpses of the same kind, human instinct makes them feel scared.

The corridor turned East and West, and he didn't know what direction it would lead to. However, he could feel that the resistance of the people in black was becoming more and more intense, indicating that they were approaching the target.

As he continued to move forward and kill, he remembered more and more things. He remembered dozens of bank accounts and passwords in which world he did not know, the secret safe houses and ammunition storage sites all over the world, and his recent assassination mission, which made him feel headache. But under his helmet, his face did not show any sign, but followed silently Cindy.

On the way, they also found a small room with lights on and silk sheets showing signs of sleeping.

On the head of the bed was a medicine bottle with the name of James Gordon written on it.

"Well... Falcone also brought your father's painkiller." Su Ming picked up the medicine bottle and threw it to Barbara: "I have to say, he is still very considerate. Gordon should be safe now."

Barbara took the medicine and looked at it carefully. She did remember that the bottle of medicine was in her medicine box at home, with the doctor's prescription and font familiar to her.

"How did these guys sneak into my house? My dad installed a lot of security equipment. " Barbara is upset. These bad guys are always around.

"Gordon can catch thieves for thousands of days, but he can't guard against thieves for thousands of days. When someone wants to enter your home, no security equipment works. How do you compare your home with bat cave?" Su Ming took off his gloves and touched the sheet. There was no temperature left, indicating that Gordon had been away for at least half an hour.

's safety measures can't be said to suck, but did not let Cindy break into the house?

Cindy also looked at the bottle, took out two tablets and tasted them, confirming that aspirin was correct. She added: "it's very easy to bypass security devices, such as intimidating the manufacturers of security devices, because these things often have a password or frequency to remove."

"Or hire a professional like us, and all the security is in vain before our eyes." Su Ming took the bottle and poured a few pills into his mouth. He didn't know whether it was a psychological effect. In a flash, his headache was greatly relieved, and he relaxed happily.

Turning away from the small room, he spoke and took the pillow on the bed.

Since someone has prepared a painkiller for Gordon, it shows that Gordon is not unhurt. A pillow is better when you have a headache. Silk fabric can also be torn off as a bandage or a bandage for fixing bones.

Even if Gordon can't use it, it can be used by the Romans.

There is no conflict between killing and humanistic care. Maybe when Falcone is put on the pillow after killing him, the cold corpse will also smile.

Now although the headache is much better, but the complex memory makes him impatient just want to kill.

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