Chapter 179
Duva has wantonly tortured and killed too many of his own kind, which has led to the fact that when he is out on field missions, rather than still thinking of himself as a human being, his self-perception is actually closer to that of the gods of this world.
Although he was clearly a piece of trash, he dared to disobey his decision on his final fate more than once.
How dare you challenge his authority!
Duva's eyes had turned red, with some throbbing red bloodshot veins.
And what kind of look was that? Was he mocking them? How dare a little piece of trash abandoned by the whole world look at him like that!
This was simply a dance back and forth on his twisted and excessive self-esteem.
Seven people immediately got out of the car and surrounded the hole in the ground to observe carefully, like seven hounds gathered around a rabbit hole and kept sniffing.
The entrance to the cave was very small and inconspicuous. A skinny child could slide in easily, but it was difficult for several well-equipped adults like them to squeeze in.
Now there was no one in the cave, it must be connected to other places, so the little trash escaped. And they couldn't see where the passage led to, or how big the space was.
In fact, in such an environment, there is a child who has no companions to support him, is alone, and cannot be killed several times, running around, and now suddenly drills into an unknown underground space. This is a somewhat strange thing. They need to deal with it more carefully, and it would be best to report it to their superiors.
But Duva was already over it.
Moreover, the other party's embarrassed escape had already left a fixed impression on him. He was thinking with contempt in his heart, but now he was even more excited: "Such a hidden bunker, there might be rats underneath, this time we can catch a big one!"
The self-righteous little trash thought he had the capital to disobey them, but in fact he just pointed out his nest to them. It was exciting to think that there might be more shivering trash mice huddled in the nest!
Duva gave a signal with his eyes, and his six team members immediately took out simple tools and started digging. The six of them worked together and soon dug a space at the entrance of the cave that could accommodate an adult.
The six team members tacitly divided into two groups, one group stayed at the cave entrance, and the other group went into the cave one by one. Duva returned to the car, lit a moldy cigarette, and stared at the cave entrance with a cold and gloomy look.
The person who had entered the cave had already slid to the bottom of the cave. He adjusted his landing posture in a well-trained manner, stood up quickly, put on night vision goggles, and began to explore forward.
They have discovered that there is another world here, which is much larger than they imagined and has forked roads.
Rats always like to find many hidden spaces that they may not even know about. Now that they have found this place, they can save a lot of trouble in the future by marking it.
As soon as they reached the first fork, when several soldiers were worried about taking the wrong road and wasting time, they saw a small figure huddled in a corner, sticking to the stone wall.
It's the little trash that was outside just now.
Hahahaha! He didn't think that as long as he shrank up, they wouldn't be able to see him!
The leading soldier gestured to the other two behind him, as if he had seen something very interesting. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his extraordinary strength suddenly burst out, and he rushed towards the small figure at high speed.
Come and feel the power that you, the garbage abandoned by the research institute, cannot touch at all!
But the little trash was not killed directly by his brutal force as he imagined.
He clearly saw Little Garbage, and clearly saw every frame of himself rushing towards Little Garbage, but the moment he and Little Garbage came into contact, he didn't touch anything.
He passed right through the garbage guy's body as if he were passing through a cloud of mist.
No...something's wrong...something seems to be wrong here.
This time it wasn't a crushing blow that the captain seemed to have not seen clearly while driving, nor was it a bullet shot from dozens of meters away.
This time he saw with his own eyes that he could not touch him even though he charged at close range. He seemed to understand why he had been unable to kill this little piece of trash several times before.
A person with super powers?
Are you good at creating illusions?
The soldier reacted quickly. Faced with this sudden situation, he quickly changed his posture, barely managed to stabilize his center of gravity and stood up, then immediately looked back.
He saw the small figure standing there unharmed, staring at him coldly.
Not far away, two small figures appeared at some point.
But these are not the most critical.
The most important thing is, where are the two teammates who were just walking behind him? Why is he suddenly the only one left here?
The soldier thought carefully: Could someone be ambushing here? In this kind of territory, is there anyone who can threaten them?
Just as he thought of this, he saw two darker, ink-like figures standing up from the ground little by little, twisting in the darkness.
Even with night vision goggles, he couldn't see the faces of the two figures clearly. They looked like two puddles of slime. But he clearly felt that the two figures were staring at him with their mouths wide open.
Something is wrong.
Just as he was about to follow his instinct and start running, he suddenly felt something sticking to him. It was as if some parasite had broken through his skin and flesh, penetrated into his nerves from the point where they touched, and quickly snaked up to the central nervous system.
He suddenly felt paralyzed all over, and his body was out of control.
He was controlled by the control ability!
He looked down with difficulty and saw a short figure who had come to his side without knowing when and hugged his legs intimately. Noticing his gaze, the figure raised his head slightly, revealing a non-human face covered with colored paper.
What a weird thing!
Is it a ghost? Why is there a ghost here?
A trap?
Losing his teammates and facing the abnormality without any preparation made his heart tremble and his pupils tremble. He no longer had the high self-esteem he had before.
He watched helplessly as the strange kid jumped onto his shoulders and held his head tightly with both hands.
No...no...someone please save him...he still wants to live...
With a click, his blurry vision turned 180 degrees.
A little laughter came from the dead silent air: "Hehehe... Hehehe..."
The communication intercoms of the four people waiting on the ground soon rang. Amidst the extremely noisy interference sound, the intermittent voice of a team member came from it: "The area below... is very large, it is not safe, and we cannot complete the exploration alone. Requesting support."
Duval asked, "Did you find the mouse?"
The voice on the intercom was silent for a while, and then responded in an unusually calm voice: "Found it."
Then he repeated intermittently: "The area below... is very large and unsafe. We cannot complete the exploration alone. Requesting support."
I always feel that the tone of his voice is weird.
The three team members guarding the cave entrance looked at Duwa, waiting for him to make a decision. Duwa waved his hand to signal the second team to go down to assist the first team in exploring, and after thinking for a while, he only emphasized that they should be careful.
The second team quickly entered the cave, while he stayed in the car and watched it.
At first there was a little scraping sound from walking in the intercom, but it soon fell into silence again. I wonder if the signal underground was not very good.
Duva lit another moldy cigarette, but until the moldy smoke burned out, neither of his two groups of teammates reported any new situations. They were as quiet as death.
He didn't even know whether the two groups had met or not. He really didn't take him seriously.
Duva couldn't sit still anymore, so he picked up the intercom and started to yell, "Hey, are you all dead? Why don't you talk?"
An intermittent voice came from the other side immediately: "We...will be coming up soon."
Duva was startled by the sudden sound.
Was the intercom always connected? Then why was there no sound?
The strange situation struck Dua's sixth sense wildly, making him feel depressed again.
He stared at the hole, picked up the intercom and asked cautiously: "How long will it take? What did you see down there? Are there a lot of rats?"
"…Here it comes. Hehe. Rat."
When the other party said this incoherently, Duva saw a figure twisting and turning from the ground at the entrance of the cave.
Although only a section of the figure came out, Duva could already tell something was wrong.
The color of the other person's body seemed to be adjusted to grayscale, as if he was not receiving enough light. His entire body was a shade darker than that of a normal person, and the corners of the image were still wriggling and radiating unstably.
How can this be considered a human? This is a trick!
The intelligence he had gained from fighting against the weird for many years finally returned to his mind, and Duva knew that something was wrong. The first one to come back was the weird, which meant that the remaining members who had lost contact were also in danger.
This is a trap. He must immediately abandon his team members whose lives are in danger, escape from here, and report the matter to his superiors!
Duva quickly shifted into reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator.
Have you really never noticed anything unusual since you started chasing that strange child?
In fact, there were many strange things, but his overconfidence made him ignore all the abnormalities and he chose to act based on his past experience.
Past experience told him that where there were still weak living people, there would be no weirdness. The weirdness often only relied on instinct to chase and kill living people, and they did not have a very high IQ, so they could not coexist with humans.
But this time it's a little different.
Just as he was about to drift away, a voice suddenly came from the back row: "Captain... Captain..."
Duva was shocked, and his heart suddenly turned cold.
He turned his eyes stiffly and looked at the rearview mirror. A familiar but much dimmer figure had quietly got into the car and sat behind him, staring at him, with the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc.
...When exactly is this happening?
At this moment, Duva finally recalled the main theme of his past life.
The world has long been in tatters, and all of them are just fragile creatures that can be abandoned or replaced at any time and can be broken by a blow.
Any mistake or accident would instantly cost them their lives.
He just numbs his nerves by killing his own kind day after day. When facing those weaker than himself, he will have a moment to imagine that he is the king of the world.
People who are self-righteous often have the shortest life.
"Let's go together, Captain..."
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