While Hank Evans asked, the slight click of the guns in his hand was ready to aim. He believed that these sounds were so small that the enemy could not find their location even if they lurked in the surrounding rock cracks or in the aisles.
I hope so, but in fact he was not sure.
"I'll look--"
Rozim hid close to the rock wall, hiding in the depression in the wall, guarding against possible bullets.
However, nothing happened. After a deep breath, he calmed down his heart and carefully touched the meat-clip knife around his waist.
Suddenly, all the lighting balls in the passage were extinguished.
"Don't panic."
Rozim said quickly, staring at the darkness in front of him.
"Don't turn on the lights."
The very nervous Hank Evans did as he did, and the four of them were shrouded in even more complete darkness.
Rozim quickly adjusted his vision. After undergoing some modification surgery, he had stronger vision from ordinary people. Black vortexes were gathering in the darkness in front of him, which were particularly eye-catching due to the flashes of stars.
Without thinking, Rozim took out his gun, and his familiar weight made him extremely relieved. As for the meat-cutting knife, it was put back in its original place.
There is no cut nearby, and there is no room to parry.
"It should be quite a lot."
Rozim gave up on making accurate assessments and moved forward tiptoely, hoping to have a better vision.
No matter who or what it is, you must hide in front of you.
At this moment, he was sincerely begging for the Emperor's blessing.
"Keep alert."
That being said, but Rozim felt that this might be the most redundant of all commands.
"Be careful at your feet."
As for how they can't even see their own feet clearly, he can't do anything about it.
At this time, he was very grateful to his coat for its overall dark tone, which allowed him to almost invisible in this darkness. However, after walking a few steps forward, he realized that the suspicious figure had disappeared before, but it did not mean that he had hallucinations. This was even more dangerous. From now on, he had to do all his strength.
Suddenly, the unique scent came from behind, and the sound came from behind the left shoulder.
"Do you think we're going to have a look, boss?"
"go."
Although Kron didn't speak during this process, Rozim could tell from his breathing pattern that his helper must be in a state where he could shoot at any time, which made him feel at ease and worried.
In order to avoid turning into barbecue, he had to lie down before the other party shot.
As they got closer and closer to the target, Rozim could see the glimmer of light flashing in the distant tunnels getting stronger and stronger, but somehow, the light did not gather, but was still diffusing around. The uneven rock walls were covered with a layer of soft edges, and the subtle colors changed irregularly.
This tone makes people feel relaxed, but the highly vigilant shallow consciousness still keeps Rozim cautious.
Then, they left the passage and entered a dark space.
Then, they regretted it—
In an instant, the bright lumen lights dispelled the shadows, and they found that there were three cannons on the side, turning to face them. The servo roared and urged the turret to operate, and multiple gun barrels rotated to pour out fire, and the automatic loader pushed the shell into the barrel chamber.
The instructed camera reflects Rozim into his pupils like a demon's eyes.
It has no fire, probably because it is in a pause/alert state, or because of the sudden brightness, the capture device does not immediately catch the stranger who suddenly breaks in, but Rozim knows that some alert facilities only hit moving targets.
"Old-Boss."
Hank Evans' voice and body were trembling, and those ghosts could tear them all into pieces in one breath.
"I know, stop howling, and don't move."
Then he turned his head and looked at Kron on the side.
"Can you handle it?"
Kron took out a metal box, slammed it for a long time, and then shook his head.
“It doesn’t work and can’t interfere.”
“It’s better to work.”
Rozim gritted his teeth and said:
"Otherwise we'll explain it."
At this moment, Sinrata suddenly moved.
He suddenly pulled his shirt away in everyone's astonished eyes, revealing his pale skin and strong muscles. It was not until then that Rozim discovered a tattoo behind the other party.
It was a creature he had never seen before. It had pink skin, four hooves, and a single horn on his head. Two big eyes accounted for two-thirds of the entire head. The tassel-shaped tail consisted of seven colors, and a pair of wings, with a look that looked like he was smiling.
The moment the tattoo appeared, all the weapons servants seemed to accept the fact that their masters were standing in front of them, the barrel slowed down and the display light changed from red to green.
"Take them off."
Sinrata said lightly, and the other three people rushed towards the target like hunting dogs breaking away from the chain.
Rozim rushed to the cannon on the left and jumped onto the stairs that were bolted to the maintenance ladder. He stretched out his hand and twisted it hard. The servant's head was cut off neatly from his neck, as if it was cut directly by a power knife.
Hank Evans jumped onto the turret on his right, and his blade pierced deeply into the servant's body with a rapid, violent blow.
Within seconds, the manipulated creature left no trace of humans, only a few pieces of meat that fell from the turret.
Kron even dismantled the opponent cleanly, but there was no sense of violence. Every strike was precisely controlled without wasting any effort.
"Let's go."
After Sinrata said that, she put on her clothes again.
Rozim looked at the other party carefully curiously and then asked.
"What is that?"
But Sinrata did not answer him. Rozim touched his nose. Although he was very unhappy, the other party had just saved him, so it was not easy to have an attack.
However, he must investigate this guy with a mysterious origin afterwards, including the mysterious tattoo-
He always feels like a creature called a horse.
Afterwards, they passed through the airborne, and at the end of the passage, a thick bulletproof door blocked the road ahead. The front of the door was painted in black and gold with digital codes written on it, but no one knew it.
Rozim held the door and closed his eyes. Hank Evans guessed that the other party wanted to knock the door open by himself, right?
“At least two meters thick.”
Then, Rozim opened his eyes and knocked on the door.
"Boss, I smell some strange smell-"
At this time, Cron suddenly sniffed.
“It smells interesting.”
Rozim took a careful breath and suddenly found that there was indeed a faint fragrance in the air, which stirred a whirlpool in his mind.