The weapons slashed one after another, making a clanging sound, and sparks flew everywhere when gold and iron collided.
Bang!
The end of the hilt of the knife in Su Xiao's hand hit the spine of the sword that Haomei was blocking with her sword.
After receiving this heavy blunt blow, Hao Mei first felt numbness in her arms, and a strong force penetrated into her chest, causing her breathing to become stuffy, and the suffocation was held in her chest. She did not think this was a coincidence, but
It was the enemy who seized the opportunity and figured out her breathing rhythm.
After a roar, Hao Mei lay on her back and smashed a pit in the back, with little bits of blood splattering from her mouth.
Just when Haomei was about to jump up regardless of her body's endurance, a black shadow came from above.
boom!
Su Xiao's left fist wrapped in a crystal layer hit Hao Mei's lower abdomen. Crystals flew everywhere. Hao Mei, who was lying on her back in the pit, bowed her body. An impact spread to the surrounding area, causing dust to fly.
In the much larger pit, Haomei still did not give up. After all, she is a skill-type. As long as there is still the possibility of fighting, there is still a chance for a comeback. The strength of the skill-type is that the attack ability is sharp. If the enemy is a little careless, they may
He was beheaded and achieved the ultimate comeback against the wind.
Climbing out of the pit, Hao Mei sat in the smoke and dust, holding a sword tightly in her hand. Her thought was: 'As soon as the enemy appears, she will have the chance to make an extreme comeback.'
Spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared in front of Haomei. Sensing this, Haomei felt aggrieved. They were both skill-types. Why did the enemy have space to penetrate such a spatial ability with top movement speed? She was really envious.
, feeling sad.
"Shameless!"
Bang!
The last thing Haomei saw before she fell into coma was a fist wrapped in a crystal layer. In her daze, she heard a conversation.
"Boss, this woman has fainted. What should we do next? Do we need to put a collar on her?"
"No, contact Caesar and ask him to find a temporary coordinate leading to Warehouse No. 2. I will take this woman back to the alchemy laboratory of the fortress."
"Boss, isn't this woman a cashier? She won't die after the autopsy."
"It's not an autopsy, just a study."
"The research is pretty scary."
"Woof."
After hearing this conversation in confusion, Haomei was completely panicked. She was not afraid of dying in the battle, but the current situation was more complicated than that.
Haomei seems to be in a coma, but as a master of swordsmanship, her consciousness is extremely powerful. Even if she is in a 'coma' state, her consciousness can still receive information from the outside world. This is similar to the feeling of dreaming, which is a bit hazy.
In the haze, Haomei sensed spatial fluctuations, and then she came to a noisy place. There were many auras closer to beasts, but these individuals were also somewhat similar to humans. Their souls were particularly special, as if they were directly bathed in
Same as in the sun.
After more than ten minutes, Hao Mei felt that she finally stopped and was laid flat on a bed. The bed was a bit cold, and Hao Mei felt bad in her heart.
Soon, something happened that shocked Hao Mei. She felt someone was taking off her clothes. She resisted desperately, but she couldn't even move a finger. But after a while, she vaguely heard the only two people in the room.
The person was talking and the voice was female, which made Haomei relieved.
But within ten minutes, she sensed that the aura that defeated her came to her side again, which made Hao Mei curse in her heart: 'Oh my god, you are still greedy for my body.'
When Hao Mei was extremely angry, she sensed that the enemy had taken out a whole set of equipment that looked nothing at first glance, but upon closer inspection, her hair stood on end.
When an electrode patch was placed on Haomei's forehead, she knew that what happened today was definitely not a matter of lusting after her body.
After an unknown amount of time, along with the beeping sound of the instrument, Haomei gradually opened her eyes. The lower half of her face was wearing a respiratory mask with a complicated structure. After raising her right hand, she saw a probe sensor clamped on her index finger.
This clothespin-like plastic clip is connected to dozens of hair-thick wires, and the other side is connected to several different instruments. Some display body energy parameters, and some observe cell activity indexes. Each instrument
Apart from the numbers above, Haomei cannot understand the dozens of professional data on the Internet.
Haomei sat up and pressed her aching head with one hand. Her eyes were blank. She vaguely remembered what seemed to have happened in the past few hours.
The memory of that period was very fuzzy, as if it had been sealed by herself. Even if she recalled it carefully, it was still very fuzzy. She could only recall that a man wearing a catheter mask asked her a lot of questions. What were the specific questions?
She forgot.
"strangeness."
Haomei sensed that there was no abnormality in her body. Not only was there no abnormality, all the damage she suffered in the previous battle had been recovered. But for some reason, her whole body was weak. This caused her combat power to drop sharply, falling to the level of even second- and third-level contractors.
The good news is that this weak state is temporary.
Haomei took off the probe sensor on her finger, pulled off the electrode pads attached to her body, and then put on a white hospital gown. She even smelled it before putting it on. The hospital gown was dry, brand new, and soft after wearing it.
It's loose, and Hao Mei secretly gave it a good review.
First, observe the surroundings. What comes into view is instruments, instruments, instruments...the experimental bench. There are many test tubes, mixing cups and other containers on the experimental bench.
The metal door of this laboratory is ajar. There are complicated patterns on the door. Some represent the sun, and some have a warhammer in the ring. With the amount of knowledge Hao Mei has, she only feels that these patterns have an inexplicable sense of majesty.
, I don’t know about the others.
After walking out of the metal door, Haomei entered the general command room. She looked around and saw no one around. The solid wood furniture she saw had a sense of the times.
"Oops, this can't be the border area."
Haomei guessed something from the battle a few hours ago and the trivial information she sensed along the way, and she immediately reported it to Apocalypse Paradise through the brand.
"I guess you are reporting us."
Baha flew out of the alien space and landed on the coffee table.
After hearing Baha's words, Hao Mei remained calm on her face, but in fact she reported her quietly. She said, "I never report anyone else."
As Haomei said this, she had secretly completed the three skillful steps of "application, report, submission".
[Tips (Apocalypse Paradise): It has been reported by you.]
[Report successful, the action track of Contractor No. 207753 Woya is being checked.]
【Check abnormal node.】
[Contractor No. 207753 Woya is found to be dead, and the brand he holds is being tracked.]
[Tracking failed, this imprint has been decomposed.]
[It has been verified that this brand has been decomposed by Samsara Paradise, and the brand in the decomposed state is being forcibly recaptured.]
[10%, 30%, 70%, 90%, 99% have been recaptured...]
[It was forced to interrupt and the recapture failed.]
[This incident involves the seizure, sealing, disguise, etc. of the brand. The contractor is not allowed to disclose any information about this matter to the outside world. ]
[Thank you for your report, your brand reputation +2 points.]
…
Haomei didn't react for a while. She was a little confused whether her report was successful or failed.
Call it a success. The hunter in Samsara Paradise was not affected in any way. Call it a failure. She gained 2 points of brand credibility for reporting the report.
From many hints, Haomei has the feeling that Apocalypse Paradise asked her not to publicize this matter. Those two points of brand reputation are like hush money.
