But no matter what it is, Booker, who has gone through countless battles and survived every time, knows that there is no way to bridge the gap in strength on the battlefield just by relying on high emotions.

The battlefield is a place that is absolutely cruel and devoid of any reason.

The opponent's bullets will not be deflected by your anger; and the blade you cut will not lose its original sharpness due to the opponent's cowardice.

On the battlefield, the only morality is to be the victor.

Feeling pity, anger, sadness, and guilt are all the privileges of the person who survives.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and Booker turned a corner and rushed to the source of the previous explosion.

Then he saw hell.

The corridor, which had been dissolved and solidified again by the high temperature, was filled with misty steam.

The firepower point fortifications originally deployed to defend the basement were now reduced to ashes - literally reduced to ashes. Under the temperature of the plasma bomb, nothing remained.

Whether it's the fortifications or the people in the fortifications.

And these are the results of the Lobotomy Gang.

But on the other hand, Icarus's results were also quite fruitful.

The six corpses were cut into twelve sections, paving a dark red road of flesh and blood.

The fresh blood was dried by the high temperature, forming a purple-black stain that led all the way to the basement where the multi-purpose printer was placed.

Booker was stunned for about a second, and then he saw from the smooth, mirror-like fractures on the corpse that they were all the work of Liao Qi.

The Echo Type I combat assistance system in Booker's mind completed the restoration of the previous scene by scanning the traces of the battle in this second.

G72-Wolfhound fired first, and then the bullets poured out from the fortifications, and the attacker immediately fired back... No, it wasn't a counterattack, it was covering fire.

Two adjusters with a high level of transformation attacked at the same time under cover. One of them stretched out a melee weapon... What was that? A mantis knife? In short, that person relied on the melee weapon to cling to the walls and ceiling, constantly

Tossing and turning, he avoided the frontal fire net.

The other person rushed forward desperately, regardless of his own injuries, and then...

The traces were gone, but Booker knew it was a plasma bomb that detonated and reduced the fortifications to ashes.

So, another self-destruction.

Then, the surviving commando walked through the corridor with a huge strong man and went down to the basement. Well... there is no trace of coming out yet.

The rest are responsible for guarding outside.

Then……

While walking quickly through this corridor, Booker whispered softly:

"Six seconds..."

A man with a knife quietly came around the corner, and in just six seconds, killed six people who were standing guard outside.

Everyone was killed with a single blow, and no one even had a chance to fire a shot.

Is this what Liao Qi did?

Before Liao Qi made adjustments in depth 1, he was just a punk with some street fighting experience.

He may have some talent for street fighting, but he certainly has no idea how to kill people efficiently.

But those battle traces showed that they were like street warriors with more than ten years of killing experience emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Cold-blooded and efficient.

There is only one possibility that can explain such a change.

High-risk cyberpsychosis.

Thinking of this, Booker's mood sank again.

Arriving at the end of the corridor, Booker took a deep breath and walked through the blast door and looked into the basement.

At this moment, in a corner of the basement, Liao Qi was being pushed against the wall by a headless black man.

Countless tiny arcs of electricity were flashing around them.

That is obviously the plasma bomb that is about to...

On the side, a guy with both hands removed was laughing crazily.

"Just turn this place into ashes, punk boy, hahahahaha!"

There was no time to save him, and there was no way to save him. Booker could only watch Liao Qi being turned into ashes in the lightning.

However……

Liao Qi, however, raised the samurai sword in his hand amidst the lightning that surrounded him, then with a grin, cut the headless black man in half with one blow, and then jumped to the ground.

The violent... no, not too violent lightning engulfed the two people at the same time.

After a moment, Booker put down his arm to block the bright light, and saw Liao Qi getting up from the ground tremblingly.

His body was completely blackened, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

At least it doesn't look like being hit by a plasma bomb.

The plasma bomb didn't detonate?

Booker thought.

What was the lightning just now?

Liao Qi ignored the other person who was yelling "Why didn't it explode?" and looked up at Booker on the steps.

"I'm almost done here."

he said.

Immediately, he dragged the broken katana, but did not continue to repair it, to the man who was still yelling. Then he threw something like a jar towards the other person.

The clatter of something falling to the ground interrupted the man's yelling.

"Why didn't it explode?"

After a while, the man asked again.

"EMP grenade, boy."

Liao Qi replied calmly.
Chapter completed!