"Is it my fault?"

Dos rushed forward, pedaling on the ground with one foot, and smashed the white bricks and the concrete below it in just one start.

Those people... should have found the invasion point in about an hour according to their own ideas, and they will quickly reach that position. The whole task is that simple... In fact, every task in the past was arranged like this, and each task was successfully completed!

Why did this task become like this? Is it because the scope is too large? Or is it because there are too many people?

Maybe... it's really that I didn't consider the so-called human nature?

Is that true...

Actually, I should have thought of it! Just when I learned that the original team was divided into two groups!

This black realm is different from the past. There are too many people participating. Some signs have been revealed long ago, but I didn’t notice it!

conceited……?

Dos's brain could not control himself, but his body was not affected at all. His movements were swift, powerful, and extremely coordinated to mobilize every muscle, which was almost an instinct for him.

Yes, instinct...

Instinct is irrepressible. Those people will be afraid and crazy. This is also instinct, and instinct is not a mistake... So, who is wrong?

Is it me?

Dos rushed into the broken wall and ran on the sticky flesh and blood tissue. It was like walking in a birth canal. There was a light that was not too dazzling in the distance. Many years ago, he was squeezed out of the gap and ushered in the first breath. That time... it was a new life!

What about this time?

Maybe...it's really my fault...

Even the most loyal soldier will be afraid and confused, not to mention in this dark realm shrouded by death!

It was like a pool of water, and I dripped the ink.

It's me...

Dos thought... However, this was just a very bad metaphor, so he didn't think about it carefully, such as who the "ink" was referring to. In fact, he himself did not notice that his emotions were floating greatly. These thoughts were wandering slowly and unobtrusively in the depths of his consciousness, emitting a dark color that no one knew what it meant.

It's like a drop of ink being dripped into the clear water, and it's inadvertently contaminated everything.

Dos rushed out of the building, the strong wind had begun to rage, blood rain was everywhere, everything in his sight was dyed scarlet, blood gathered into a vast ocean, submerging everything and rushing, and finally spiraled into the bottomless vortex. The sphere originally placed there with mist spray could no longer suppress its aggregation, a huge distortion had been formed, and it continued to circulate its body, and above it was a crazy dancing tentacle, like a creature intervening between centipedes and snakes, was enlarged to the building as thick as a building! Every time it waved and hit the surrounding buildings, it directly collapsed and huge rocks flew. In Dos's eyepiece, a ghost's number

“15”

It is also constantly jumping.

...

"You... are responsible for it..."

“Responsible for it!”

A sharp sound echoed in his mind, like a bug biting his mind, creaking so much that it made people feel upset.

But everyone is dead... how can you be responsible?

Do I have to bear guilt, anxiety, and resentment with everyone's lives?

How is it possible...

Those people's lives are to maintain the stability of the world.

Just like me.

In places like the field team, life and death are very common.

So, I don't have to care.

Yes! I don't have to care!

...

He calmed down his mind, jumped high, and drew a very comfortable arc in the air. At the same time, he raised his gun, raised his bolt, and then took out the precious bullet with only two left from his waist and pushed it into the chamber. All his movements were so simple that they were extremely simple and almost at the extreme.

Then...Dos aimed at the giant distortion entrenched directly under him!

He aimed...

This is a very common reaction, but when it appears on Dos, it seems extremely unusual.

In the past, even if he was a target worth more than ten kilometers away, as long as the data was enough, he would not aim. But at this moment, at such a close distance, his mood was a little trembling.

But Dos himself didn't notice...

He was subconsciously afraid, what should he do if he was wrong?

Although this is impossible!

He can definitely ensure that the range of the compression bomb can cover the entire distortion, but what if...

"Whatever, the insurance is always good."

He thought this way...and then pulled the trigger as usual.

The bullet came out of the bore and flew along a straight line as usual to his destination.

Everything was as usual. Dos had even put away his spear and found the right place. At the same time, he began to formulate the next action plan...

I will take one minute to reach Abraham's position. No, maybe 40 seconds is enough. There is still one compression bullet left. Cooperating with my teammates, you can handle another level 17 distortion. After that, the remaining survivors should have enough time to meet with Abraham. As long as they meet with him, these people will not be in danger anymore. So I can find another invasion point.

Yes, it's another invasion point! There are two invasion points in this black realm! Only in this way can we explain why the black realm will still exist after one invasion point is purified!

Although the task process is tortuous, it will be completed in the end. All problems... will be solved because you have the ability to solve problems.

Dos landed on the top of another tall building. Behind him, the compression bomb also detonated with the sound. There was no loud noise. The huge pressure sphere with a radius of ten meters was released in an instant. Everything inside was instantly squeezed into debris, and the blood was squeezed into fragmented crystals that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It was like a piece of scarlet and thick fog that appeared out of thin air, then fell down one after another, covering the semicircular tunnel under the road, and was then carried by the strong wind, and I don’t know where it was scattered.

...

The second he touched the building, he stood up, and didn't even want to look back and immediately leaned over and ran towards Abraham's position.

He doesn't want to delay any minute or second

However

...

Why is the strong wind still sweeping?

Suddenly, the whole earth shook again! It was not the vibration like the moment, but the earthquake-like earthquake-shaking mountains.
Chapter completed!