"Mill, what the hell did you do?!"
The search squad leader couldn't hold back anymore. If it weren't for the chaos at Mill's house, nearly half of his 80-man squad wouldn't have been killed or injured.
Eleven had died directly, and the rest were injured to varying degrees.
Moreover, this candidate for saintess had been blown to bits, with two holes in her head, about to crumble at the slightest touch.
Thinking of the church's punishment sent an endless chill down his spine.
He had to provide an explanation to his superiors.
"I don't know! God, I don't know, Mels! We're all going to die, we're all going to die!"
Mels, seeing the mentally broken Mill, couldn't speak. As for his wife, she had been shot through the head with two steel balls and was as dead as she could be.
He couldn't count on this piece of trash. He needed to figure out how to deal with the accountability from above.
"Mels! Look at the second floor of their house!"
"Damn it, what now?!" Mels looked up impatiently.
His eyes widened, and he roared without regard for his appearance, "Put out the fire quickly! We can't let the evidence disappear!"
At the same time, he pulled out his walkie-talkie to call for reinforcements.
"Get to the west district quickly! Something big is happening here!"
After speaking, Mels rushed forward, praying towards the church, "Holy Mother above, I hope everything is still here."
However, what greeted them wasn't the Holy Mother's response, but 1600 steel balls from a Type 82 grenade.
The first ones to rush up didn't even notice the tripwire under their feet. The grenade was activated directly, exploding after a 3-second delay, sending at least six people to meet their maker.
Hearing the explosion and the screams.
Mels, who was halfway up the stairs, stopped dead in his tracks, not knowing where to put the fire extinguisher in his hand.
More people had died. These dead people were all his friends, and he didn't even know who was responsible.
He now hated the church administrators immensely. Why didn't they give them the ability to sense things!
Damn church administration, damn church! I'll hang you all from the lampposts sooner or later!
Lin Yuan had no idea that Mels' loyalty had plummeted to zero, nor did he know about the strict hierarchical management within the church, where everyone had to do what they were supposed to do and nothing more.
He stood by the window now, looking at the window five meters above the ground, his muscles tensed, and he circulated his energy.
With his hood pulled up, he leaped gracefully from the windowsill like Altair.
Of course, the landing wasn't as graceful. He tucked his head and rolled forward to dissipate the force.
His superhuman physical condition meant that the impact caused him no harm.
He got up, brushed the snow off his clothes, glanced at the house which was already in a frenzy, and with another push of his legs, he jumped to the fence, flipped over lightly, and quickly ran towards Cui Ster's old house, his temporary base.
The mark he left behind was in the opposite direction of the "temporary base," let them search for it.
Returning to the gloomy room adorned with strange drawings, Lin Yuan sat in a chair, watching everything outside quietly with his binoculars. The wind had already weakened, and it would stop in about twenty minutes. His next move required extreme caution.
If all went according to plan, they would follow the mark he left to find him. If they couldn't find him, they would turn back, and then he would make his move, separating from them, and the rest would be to strike at the heart of the enemy.
The subsequent developments unfolded as Lin Yuan had anticipated. People from the eastern region had also arrived, over a hundred of them. They merged with the previous team and moved further away.
They took the bait.
Lin Yuan curled his lips, took off his helmet, and took out an energy bar, ready to eat. He was exhausted from climbing walls and jumping around.
"Bang bang bang."
"Crack."
Three faint knocks echoed, interspersed with the sound of a cup breaking. The sudden noise in the quiet and eerie room startled Lin Yuan, nearly making him bite his tongue.
He couldn't stand this. He put his helmet back on, chambered a bullet, and set the safety, ready to physically transcend anyone, be it human or ghost!
A certain great writer once said:
"When a horror game has a gun, the entire nature of the game changes."
So Lin Yuan was not afraid at all.
The sound came from the kitchen, which was near the back door. Who would come in at this time?
He activated the night vision function of his helmet and the RA laser. This laser could only be seen through night vision goggles; others could not detect it.
He slowly walked downstairs, turned a corner, and the laser beam was blocked. Three children looked at Lin Yuan in a daze. The youngest girl with long hair was already crying, but she fiercely covered her mouth with her arm, not letting out any sound.
Children again?
"Who are you?"
"You can talk? Are you human?" Seeing Lin Yuan speak, the boy in the middle's eyes lit up with excitement.
Their appearance gave Lin Yuan an idea to play a prank. He said menacingly, "No, I'm not. I'm a demon who eats people."
To his surprise, they didn't fall for it and shook their heads. The boy in the middle replied, "If you really ate people, you wouldn't be talking to us like this, Soldier."
"It's true," Lin Yuan turned on his flashlight, shone it on the door, and pointed at the sign above.
"Okay, Mr. Demon, can we talk in the room? It's too dangerous here." kanshu5.xia
Lin Yuan: "Oh..."
They were quite bold.
"Let's go to the basement. It's safer there."
Cui Ster had told him that if he encountered danger, he could try to hide in their basement. The entrance was very well hidden.
Lin Yuan was very shocked at the time. No one would have thought that his basement was built under the toilet.
Yes, his toilet was crooked, facing not the sewer, but the basement. Lin Yuan had checked it when he entered, and it was very safe.
"Okay, Mr. Demon." Seeing that Lin Yuan really wasn't going to harm them, the three children breathed a sigh of relief and followed Lin Yuan's footsteps.
Even if he was a real demon, he seemed more approachable than those people in the church.
"Go in quickly." He pressed a painting on the toilet wall, and the bottom of the bathtub, made of gray-black granite, opened, revealing a steel-reinforced staircase leading deep underground.
Lin Yuan let the three children go down first, and he followed last, his gun always in hand. However, in such a narrow space, these three kids didn't "transform" or anything; they seemed perfectly normal.
Moreover, their behavior just now made Lin Yuan think they were normal children.
After they all went down to the basement and he made sure the hatch was closed, he sat down on a chair, watching them.
"Tell me. What's going on?"
"Mr. Demon, we escaped from..."