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"Ding--"
The sound of the grenade falling to the ground startled the two mercenaries on the second floor near the iron spiral staircase. The object fell not far from their feet. If it exploded, the fragments would probably pass through the hollow iron stairs and tear their lower bodies into pieces. So they quickly moved a few steps deeper into the corridor in a hurry, and the gun line when moving forward became less stable.
"Boom!"
As if at the right moment, the heavy footsteps that had disappeared downstairs suddenly exploded at a very close distance, emerging from the corner of the stairs on the second floor. The muzzle of the gun pulled sideways was pointed at the mercenary in front holding an AR-15.
"Bang bang bang!"
The terrifying firing rate of the VSS fully automatic shooting mode combined with subsonic armor-piercing bullets filled the leading assaulter who had not yet reacted in one fell swoop -
The SP-6 shot through her VT bulletproof vest and made it leak a lot of air. But under the protection of the halo above her head, the mercenary just fainted with a groan. Because she did not deliberately control the recoil and fired quickly, the empty bullets went all the way up along the opponent's chest, and 6 of them hit her. The last one even knocked her helmet off.
After Emperor Gan La's quick shooting, he confirmed that the assaulter behind him had just taken out a stun grenade and had not had time to throw it, so he pulled it out from the opponent's right hand before the opponent switched guns. A series of suppressing shots forced her to retreat back to the dormitory room.
"I've been hit! K-13 is incapable of combat! We need support! Repeat, we need support!"
The mercenary hiding in the dormitory's halo flickered for a moment, and she covered her shoulder, where a cut had been made by SP-6.
"boom!!"
After a lightning-fast confrontation, the grenade that Paimon threw at the bottom of the building just exploded. The timing was perfectly controlled by Kong, making the mercenaries feel very desperate about this terrible coordination.
"Have you confirmed the other party's identity?"
"Judging from his stature, he's an adult! He's Xia Lai's teacher! He's using a silenced, fully automatic weapon! I'm being suppressed—ugh!"
The suppressive shooting did not stop. Every short burst of fire suppressed her urge to lean over and check on her teammates.
"Click."
As if realizing that the other party would not be easily fooled and show up again, Kong simply pulled the safety of a bomb that was about to explode and threw it towards the wall of the corridor diagonally opposite the dormitory door.
The grenade hit the wall accurately and fell towards the dormitory door. The life-threatening noise frightened the already overly nervous mercenary, and she did something that she should never do on the battlefield, which was to flee with her back to the enemy's crosshairs.
While running out of the dormitory towards the spiral staircase of the dormitory building, Kong heard the sound of the other party moving. Taking the opportunity when the fuse of the second grenade was set to the right, he pulled out again and hit the mercenary from behind.
The huge impact force caused her to fall towards the stairs, and then the grenade exploded, throwing her unconscious body several meters away. Her body was hanging on the shaky iron stairs that was about to collapse. It was obviously impossible for her to wake up in a short time.
"K-12! Got it, please reply! K-12!?"
The sniper quickly requested to interact, but all the assaulters remained silent - the two in the building were the first and second best players in their team in terms of overall strength, and they were all knocked down by the teacher in just twenty seconds!
"Damn it, should I transfer?"
The sniper suddenly felt that she might not be safe here. She picked up the sniper rifle covered with a desert camouflage net and was about to slip away when she saw a figure flash past the dormitory window in the activity area on the second floor.
"Is he testing me?"
Sweat was pouring down her forehead, but she was sure that her position had not been exposed - they had activated an air anti-reconnaissance system before entering the area, which could effectively interfere with drone surveillance. In other words, if she didn't move or shoot, even the teacher wouldn't be able to find her.
"He's not testing us. He's checking if there are any ambushes downstairs. He's very careful and has found angles where he won't be easily attacked by snipers."
Every time his shadow flashed past the window, only half an arm or half a leg was revealed, and he never exposed his upper body and head, which could easily cause fatal injuries, to the scope. It seemed that he was very clear about the angle and direction of the threat.
"Abydos is guarding the main road, which means we can only attack from this side at a 120-degree angle. You are so shrewd, sir."
The mercenary muttered to himself, continuing to wait patiently for the opportunity to decide the outcome.
As long as she could catch an opportunity when he was distracted and leaned sideways from the window, she would be able to accept it even if she hit him in the waist or below. The heavy gun on his body could not completely block her large-caliber bullets, and at least he would lose his combat effectiveness.
"Where is it? Do you want to observe the ambush point on the other side? Should I open fire? Or should I continue to hold off and wait for the second team of assaulters to arrive?"
Finally, after waiting for three minutes, Kong revealed half of his bullet-proof face, which was enough to be defeated with one blow. He seemed to be about to pull through the window to the other side.
"Chicken beak!!"
The sound of the sniper rifle's explosion resounded throughout the wilderness, but she only saw a cloud of blood mist, but did not see Kong's body fall - he actually shrank back into the building, and the bullet only hit his left arm!
"He was wounded! That's acceptable, he couldn't hold the gun--"
"boom!"
But before the girl could be excited for more than two seconds, Kong appeared from the window again with his hand still bleeding, and the VSS in his hand was replaced by a "cannon". After the muzzle flash, the sniper felt a numbness in his right eye, and then he flew out from the mound and landed in a gap in the desert, foaming at the mouth.
62. Pack up first!
[Ace! Sora has defeated the most enemies! Exclusive MVP music "Desolated-Geneburn" is playing]
"Wow, do you have to play a war song for me even if I win in the memory?"
[Just to liven up the atmosphere. The rewards for the first test of the Forgotten Garden promised by Party A have been issued. You can check the passport progress. ]
"Really? I only made three enemies. The reward was small but the benefits were great. I hope I can do more of this kind of work in the future."
[The Forgotten Courtyard is a permanent mission, but different compatibility tests may be released in subsequent tests. This time we pre-tested the compatibility between Tarkov and the Azure Archives system, and it is still within an acceptable range, and the client is very satisfied. ]
"But the actual battle in my memory didn't end so quickly. My physical condition was not that strong at that time."
After completing a section of memories, Kong squatted in the dormitory and sent a message to the timid Paimon, asking her to come upstairs to meet him.
"There are ten minutes left until the Garden of Oblivion pops up."
Not only Paimon, there was also a hint of trembling in the messenger's report.
Although she was a fighter of Yiting and had seen many bloody scenes, the scene where Kong Gang's hand was broken, and he used the half of his palm with exposed hand bones to support the sniper rifle and shot the mercenary in the head... was still a little beyond her understanding.
Dr. Kong is not a researcher or scientist. His smooth tactical moves are more agile than those debt collectors in the company.
The messenger thought that someone like him should be able to drive robots or trained Frankensteins to fight, and belong to the profession of summoner or mechanic, but he is obviously a berserker!
And even in memories, nerve reflexes such as pain would never be weakened - how did he keep his hand steady?
Kong was too lazy to explain to the other party the effects of the mess of needles he had just inserted and the gold stars he had rubbed. These things had an analgesic effect, and he was mentally prepared for his tolerance for pain and whether he would be attacked. He would not be in a situation where he would panic and look for someone for a long time after being beaten.
When you are hit, you will definitely know the opponent's position. Even whether you are hit or not is controllable. Even if you are hit, it may not be fatal - this is the real terrifying thing about Teacher Xia Lai.
"I'm almost out of energy - huh? I didn't lose any water or satiety?"
Although his memory would be ejected in ten minutes, Kong still followed his instinctive habit and opened his backpack to show off some food and drinks. However, he unexpectedly discovered that all of his attributes on the panel provided by the system were at healthy values - except for his arms which felt a bit weak, as if he had never experienced a battle or had an injection.
"Wow, that was a fierce fight just now. Sora, how many enemies did you kill?"
After encouraging himself, as if to share the glory of victory, Paimon flew over and took a fig-flavored energy bar from Kong's cold left hand:
"It's delicious... Hmm, there's actually such delicious food in Kivotos... I suddenly want to go there and try it myself."
"This stuff is just military rations. You are so useless. What good things have you not eaten in Teyvat?"
"...Ah! Your hand!"
Paimon tore open the energy bar and started eating it fiercely, then slowly flew towards his drooping right shoulder. She saw his bloody right hand and was so scared that she dropped the food on the ground.
After being disturbed by Paimon, as the effect of Venus faded, Sora could slowly feel the discomfort in his arm -
"Oh yeah...my hand is black, let me do the surgery first."
He didn't care about the miserable condition of his arm at all. He was able to use his disabled hand freely, pinching the buckle of the safe with his joints to search for items inside.
"Although the Tarkov system has not woken up, its proficiency can still be restored."
"Hit, have surgery?"
Paimon and the messenger who were observing everything in their memories from a high place were all stunned to see Sora calmly take out a long black surgical kit from the safe, take out medical scissors, staplers, and tourniquet, and start to treat his skeletal hand.
"呲呲..."
Use scissors to cut off excess flesh and blood to make the wound more exposed, and then sprinkle medicinal powder on it.
"Click, click, click—"
The suture device inserted the staples one by one, and the tendons and flesh on the hand grew out quickly. The knuckles became full and shiny again, and soon it all grew back to a decent shape. If you ignore the suture lines, it is even whiter than before.
"Okay, I'm at full strength now. Paimon, would you like some juice? There's juice produced in another world here. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never find it again."
"Ugh—"
Paimon, who had watched the entire operation, had no appetite at all and spit out a rainbow directly towards Sora's face.
Fortunately, Kong hadn't raised his mask yet, otherwise he would have had to kiss Paimon indirectly.
……
"Dr. Kong, I'm very sorry. We didn't expect the battle you experienced to be so tragic—"
The Courier has been a meme for quite some time, but even she was frightened by Kong's leisurely and secure packing operation just now.
"This is already a low-intensity battle."
"I need to talk to my superiors and ask them not to rush to look at those memories that annoy you...it's a bit too much."
The messenger still thought that Kong was being sarcastic.
"It's okay, right? Just think of it as helping me regain some of my fighting instincts. I can no longer use my instincts to deal with some weapons and specific environmental methods. The simulation of your Forgotten Garden is more realistic than the Black Tower's project, probably because all the scenes are extracted from real memories... You are more than qualified to help me warm up and train."
"Really, really?"
The messenger didn't question whether Kong's tough behavior of "scraping the bone to cure the poison" was just a show. She was afraid that the process of reading memories several times would make Kong resist entering the Garden of Oblivion.
For some high-intensity confrontations, the human brain will strengthen this part of the memory over and over again, so that people can't forget it even if they want to, and even give self-suggestions to deepen the impact. The process of copying memories will undoubtedly increase its "weight" in the brain, and even the messenger can't bear it -
Not all of the incinerators who are tracking down Kong's identity are particularly inhumane. They will take away the bleak and sad memories of the victims and make them happy again. And these memories that Yi Ting is interested in undoubtedly belong to the category of "bleak".
Which side is more inhumane? After reading Kong’s memories... she was a little unsure.
"Don't get so hung up on yourself... I promised to cooperate with you guys and I will do my part well. Cheer up."
As a result, Kong Lao patted the shoulder of the young man who had not yet become completely numb, and comforted him.
"I'll be back in a week. You guys should digest the samples you got first."
63. Dice girl plays me!
"Teacher Dan Heng..."
"what happened again?"
"I may have done something annoying... ugh."
March lay on the table, looking exhausted.
"Why do you say that?"
Dan Heng was just short of turning into a ruthless supporting actor.