Chapter 3210

There is no doubt that the agents of the time management bureau are living humans.

But the death knell that followed the patrol for some distance did not feel anything like a living person from each other.

They seem to have no soul and no selfish desire at all. They are more like robots completing tasks. They haven't even changed their walking frequency.

This team will not be lazy and chat during patrol. You know, the star soldiers who are the death knell are the most elite individual forces, but they are also allowed to chat a little in the communication channel during routine patrol tasks.

But these weak guards obviously did not have this habit. They just walked silently with their own weapons, and their black military boots stepped on the carpet without even making a sound.

There are not many monitoring equipment in the corridor. Obviously, the time management bureau is very confident in the site selection of the base. It did not think that it would be possible for a single soldier to sneak in.

At the next corner, like fishing, the death knell hanged from the ceiling to form an optical camouflage version of pitcher grass, which directly put the last person in the 'bag'.

The patrol is still moving forward. They don't realize that there is a person missing behind them, and that person has been eaten by the terrible symbiotic monster, leaving only a set of clean equipment.

Six times after the old tricks were repeated, the team was quietly killed by the death knell, did not give them a little chance to give an alarm, and ensured the cleanness and integrity of the equipment as much as possible.

"Why is it a seven person team? Is this configuration not practical for teams composed of ordinary people?"

The death knell walked back while packing his equipment and chatted silently with the hanging.

"Oh."

Hanging was also strange, but he didn't think so much, but he just felt happy.

After all, as like as two peas, the host can not eat human brain at any time. Today it is obvious that he must eat a lot of food, but he tells the host that the whole team is seven identical people.

Not only looks the same, height and weight the same, but also DNA and body disease hidden dangers are the same.

This made it a little confused. Whether he ate seven people or one person, should these seven people be an illusion under the effect of quantum interference?

"It's no use counting those. You can convert them into meat. The weight of an adult male, if he is a white man who often engages in military work and has good nutrition, is about 80 or 90 kilograms. If he eats half a ton of meat, it means that they are seven."

"Oh!"

The host is right. Anyway, you can't cheat people with your brain in your mouth.

These human brains are a little small. I'm afraid they are not primitive people. They don't taste good.

One person's total body talks and laughs like this. He lurks back to the reference room. Su Ming looks at it all the way. It's like the reference room where several people live. I'm afraid there are thousands in this corridor alone.

Upstairs and downstairs, I don't know how many more.

But first get the team a disguise and look around these towers. If you're lucky enough to hang and smell Kang, it's easy.

"Here, everyone, put them on."

When he returned to the room, the dead waiter had come back to life. He was telling Jessica how he felt when the soles of his feet were molting. When he heard the little girl's neck shrink, his little expression also showed a look of disgust.

Rocky was very simple. She temporarily stuffed the machine gun back into the death knell's pocket, resolutely put on the patrol uniform, and put on a full face covering helmet, mask and goggles.

She picked up the long shining staff and posed for the bell to see if it tasted right.

In fact, as long as you don't talk, what can be difficult for the security guard to play?

"Why is it a little wet?" the waiter took a pair of pants and put them on his legs. When he noticed the abnormality, he smelled it: "it's a little smelly and coquettish. The former owner of these pants was a goat walking upright?"

"It's just saliva. Change another one." the death knell struck the wrist and signaled everyone to hurry up: "hanging has obtained some information from the guards' minds. Next, we'll go to the ferry station and take a bus to the court tower over there."

The guards don't know much. They are basically tool men, but as long as they know where there are a large number of officers.

Hanging is always good for brainy creatures.

"What's this?" Wade, dressed in dead people's clothes, smelled smelly and might wear help, but he was a little curious about this set of equipment. He played with a luminous stick in his hand: "wait, let me guess first. This thing has light, discharge and vibration, so it's a 'kind of' toy!"

"It's an electric stick, which can beat people into sub States, but it's useless for both of us." Su Ming looked at the three people and put on disguises. He opened the door and tilted his head: "let's go. Let's patrol. Pay attention. We can't talk during the patrol. Don't look left and right, and don't buckle your ass and nostrils."

Like Diana's fire sword, it is said to be able to cut at the molecular level, but she has never seen any self-healing people cut to death.

"Ask for so much... You have to pay more!" although the dead waiter's face was covered by the surrounded helmet, his cheap strength was not isolated.

Su Ming threw out five hundred yuan bills to send off his cousin. He really became good and quietly followed the last party in the team.

At present, the whole giant tower where several people are located is used to store data, and few people exist. Although they occasionally meet with several other patrols along the way, the other party continues their work as if they didn't see a few people.

In this way, everything smoothly came to the "station" at the bottom of the tower. Here is a huge circular platform with platforms leading to different towers, but outside the fence, there is a bottomless void abyss at the foot.

In the furthest distance of the void, there seems to be a faint light, like a wisp of light in the dark.

It was unbearable for the dead waiter not to speak. He stood behind the death knell waiting for the bus, but the whole man twisted around like a maggot, as if his whole body was itching.

"What do you want to say?" the knell reluctantly turned to look at him and said unhappily, "now we are the only ones waiting for the bus, and there is no monitoring here. You can say less and stop twisting. I'm itching when I see it."

"Furu! Anti human, it's so anti human." the dead waiter immediately began to scratch himself like a monkey, obviously relieved: "is this really an organization composed of living people? Why do the guards we meet seem to have no subjective initiative?"

"Because they gave up thinking and didn't have the order of the three gods, they wouldn't even interrogate us." Su Ming rubbed his itchy fist and looked at the aircraft coming from afar: "but the real agents have brains. Don't help when you get to the court building, otherwise your chrysanthemum may suffer."

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