Chapter 35 NO0023: Reasons and Breakthroughs for Fighting

Author: Sevenfold Body

Chapter 35 NO.0023: Reasons for fighting and the break

Jiang Zhou felt that he had begun to get used to it, and his reaction and action speed were twice as fast as ordinary people.

Get used to the air flow that is as dense as liquid, get used to the slow and slow acceleration of gravity that cannot keep up with your own, get used to the logical thinking that slowly eats exhaust behind the action...

He kept jumping and running between corners and obstacles in the corridor, his movements as agile and dexterous as a cat.

The enhanced limbic system, when he ran at full speed, awakened the algorithm optimized by the ancestors of mammals over tens of millions of years - in the past, they used to run and jump like this on the grasslands, in the forests, and in the mountains.

, just to survive until the dawn of the next day.

The losers turn into corpses and are eliminated and lose the qualification to continue iteration.

Those who succeed will enter the next round of beta testing and once again fight for survival and reproduction.

Every tester has no chance of failure.

Because the loser will immediately pack up and get out, minimizing the possibility of contaminating the gene pool.

Therefore, at least when it comes to running and jumping, Jiang Zhou is more willing to believe in the wisdom of his predecessors.

Can you still be smarter than those ancestors who lived in trees?

Letting his own instincts lead him to speed, Jiang Zhou's free neocortex had time to think about other issues.

Some more rational and cruel questions.

Can you do it by yourself?

Although he didn't think that the opponent would have strong combat power of Raven-66 - otherwise, they wouldn't have to use this method to exchange their coins to replace Booker.

But at the very least, the person behind the scenes must be confident in killing everyone except Booker.

In other words, the other party must be a depth 2 adjuster.

This is supplemented by an unknown number of Depth 1 and other combatants equipped with prosthetics or carrying light weapons.

And I am just an adjuster who has just completed the depth 1 transformation. I cannot be like Booker who can block an electro-plasma bomb head-on and still survive.

Is it possible to compare the strength of the enemy and ourselves?

Liao Qi may be an impulsive person, but Jiang Zhou is a rational person.

He will analyze the feasibility of things and abandon useless attempts that will not yield results.

Moreover, after learning that his only impulsive act in the first half of his life resulted in blowing up the global Internet, he will only act more cautiously now.

He kicked off the wall at the corner to deflect the large amount of kinetic energy he carried while running without slowing down. Jiang Zhou heard the rapid and dull sound of gunshots coming from the basement.

That's the sound of G72-Wolfhound firing at full power.

At the same time, there were other sporadic and chaotic sounds of gunfire that echoed.

It looks like he's already getting angry.

Before Jiang Zhou had time to think about what to do next, an explosion sounded.

“Zizzizi—bang!”

A sound very similar to the previous explosion of the black box on Raven-66's chest came from not far from Jiang Zhou's feet.

Immediately, the exaggerated heat released by the plasma explosion was also transmitted up through the thick ground.

Sure enough... just as he thought before, the opponent had enough heavy firepower to break through the defense line.

Came a step too late.

Jiang Zhou slowed down and exhaled slowly.

But even if he thinks rationally, he has nothing to hesitate about.

In any case, that universal printer is the key to his future escape from Tartarus.

He needs that universal printer and needs him to continuously convert the technological blueprints he dug out in the abyss and dark web into tangible power.

Jiang Zhou thought to himself as he drew the monomolecular katana from his back.

In addition to "Jiang Zhou"'s own reasons, the heart belonging to Liao Qi in his chest was also shouting loudly at this moment to let all those who have made plans to go to Chiron's House stay here.

Those scumbags from the Lobe Gang must pay the price with blood.

Unhooked the holster, bowed his waist, and muffled the sound of footsteps.

Jiang Zhou's eyes gradually became cold.

Combining the experience of tactical memory with his superhuman physique, he turned into a cold-blooded killing machine at this moment.

The cat crouched and hid in the darkness, and with his enhanced vision passing through the smoke in the corridor, he saw the goal of his trip.

Observation, analysis, evaluation, tactics may...

…………

"Keep firing, that guy is not dead!"

"Bang-hiss..."

Along with the huge roar and tremor coming from outside the door, this was the last wired communication report that Winston could hear.

Afterwards, all you can hear is the messy current sound from the other end of the communicator.

After realizing what had happened, Winston hurriedly picked up the pistol on the table again, and squatted down for cover relying on the workbench that controlled the fusion igniter.

"TMD...TMD..."

Trembling, he pointed the pistol at the blast door, chattering to himself with chattering teeth.

"TMD Booker, why haven't you come back from solving the problem yet..."

The opponent has almost broken through the last line of defense and entered. If they don't come back, they will all be in trouble.

"Anyone who lets technicians go to the front line and shoot is a fucking bastard."

Holding the gun, Winston complained endlessly.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang at the door, which made Winston's heart skip a beat and he looked up.

The explosion-proof door in the basement was hit by something extremely powerful from outside, and a funnel-like shape protruded inward.

"Bang!"

There was another loud noise, this time causing dust to fall from the surrounding walls.

Although another funnel appeared, the blast door remained motionless.

"Can't open, can't open, can't open..."

Winston, with beads of sweat on his forehead, was praying to someone while holding the gun.

"This door has been reinforced..."

A muffled voice outside said this.

Hearing this, Winston breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then go get the thermite, the double one."

"OK."

But the conversation that followed outside the door made his heart sink to the bottom again.

A few seconds later, with a "chi" sound, a dark red mark instantly appeared on the lock of the explosion-proof door.

And as it continues to expand, the center color also changes to orange, blazing white...

It's over...

Under Winston's desperate gaze, the door was kicked open with a bang.

"Hey, it turns out there are still some members left behind."

After the door was opened, a black man slowly walked down.

It was a strong man over two meters tall. His left arm was uncoordinately huge, and there were multiple metal pipelines connected to a power device behind him.

"Don't kill him."

Behind that person, another person with an unremarkable appearance and body shape reminded him like this.

"This person is probably the operation and maintenance personnel of the multi-purpose printer. If we kill him, we will have to find him again."

"Don't worry."

The black man walking in front said in a low voice.

Even though Winston usually prides himself on being calm and rational, when a strong man with a height of 2.45 meters and one arm that looks thicker than his own waist walks up to him with obvious hostility. Fear and

The panic still couldn't help but engulf him.
To be continued...