In the dim training ground, the scent of blood permeated every corner. A blood-stained dagger, lying on the ground, seemed to come alive, slowly rising under the control of telekinesis, and landing in Xiao Monü's hand. This eerie scene was particularly striking in the tense atmosphere.
Seeing this, Lin Ze didn't hesitate for a moment, his figure launching like lightning. He and Xiao Monü, one in front and one behind, formed a deadly combination. Two children, two daggers, unleashed astonishing lethality in that instant.
Four fully armed security personnel were instantly cut down before they could even react. The daggers precisely pierced the enemies' vital points, blood gushing out and splashing onto the ground, forming a pool of blood. The weapons in the hands of these security personnel clattered to the ground, making crisp sounds, like a dirge for their lives.
At the same time, other armed personnel who were clearing the scene were also thrown into disarray by this sudden attack. They frantically picked up their weapons, attempting to resist, but in front of Lin Ze and Xiao Monü, everything was futile.
Lin Ze moved like an agile leopard, weaving freely among the enemies. Each swing of his dagger took a life, his movements clean and decisive, without any hesitation. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, devoid of any mercy.
Xiao Monü was also well-prepared and naturally showed no weakness.
Although her figure was small, her agility was extremely high. Using her speed advantage, she cleverly dodged attacks, then launched unexpected counterattacks.
Her dagger gleamed with cold light under the illumination, and each time it pierced an enemy's body, it was accompanied by a scream.
Once the slaughter began, it could not be stopped. The entire base plunged into chaos. Lin Ze and Xiao Monü advanced, leaving a trail of bodies wherever they went. Their figures flickered in and out of the blood mist, like messengers of death.
The base was large, but they showed no fear. They knew that only by constantly moving forward could they find hope for survival. In this land full of danger and death, they relied on each other, fighting against the enemy together.
As they delved deeper, the enemies they faced grew stronger. But Lin Ze and Xiao Monü did not retreat; their will to fight grew even firmer. Each time they defeated an enemy, it made them believe in their own strength even more.
In the deep underground world, Lin Ze and Xiao Monü were like two bolts of lightning tearing through the darkness, breaking through the thin ice of perception. What they once thought was everything was merely a tiny corner hidden beneath endless ice.
Stepping into the second level, the scene before them was like a nightmare materialized. Here, armed personnel surged like a tide; they were no ordinary security guards, but a small yet fierce army, heavily armed, their eyes filled with coldness and killing intent. The tense air seemed frozen, every breath carrying a biting chill that stimulated their nerve endings.
"Damn it! How could there be so many armed personnel in the movie? Otherwise, Xiao Monü would never have been able to break out. The Butterfly Effect is killing us."
Lin Ze didn't hesitate. He quickly bent down and picked up an M16A4 automatic rifle from beside a cold corpse; its heavy weight transformed into a protective force in his hands. His fingers moved deftly, scavenging four spare magazines, each like a weight of hope. He found a web belt and slung it over his shoulder, his movements crisp and decisive, just like his firm will.
As for Xiao Monü, her indifference to firearms did not diminish her sharpness. The dagger in her hand gleamed with a cold, faint light in the dimness; it was her unique weapon, her resolute bloom in the dark night.
The battle horn had already sounded; there was no retreat, only forward. Lin Ze raised his rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Each shot was accompanied by the recoil, but his heart was as steady as a rock. Bullets whizzed out, carving deadly trajectories in the darkness. Armed personnel fell one by one, but more enemies surged in like shadows.
His divine sense was fully activated, taking in everything around him.
Xiao Monü's figure was agile, moving like a phantom through the enemy lines. Her dagger flipped, a cold light flashed, and blood splattered from the enemies' necks, wrists, and waists. Her eyes were sharp and decisive, unafraid of pain, undaunted by strong foes; each strike was precise and deadly.
Fortunately, in this underground base, the advantage of numbers was greatly reduced, otherwise even if they were superhumans, they would have taken a few bullets.
This was a life-and-death struggle; whoever faltered would pay the price of death.
On the second underground level, every inch of land was soaked with blood, and every step forward was over corpses.
But neither Lin Ze nor Xiao Monü could retreat; one step back meant an endless abyss.
In this bloody battle, Lin Ze and Xiao Monü gradually became the nightmare of the base.
The base's armed personnel also hadn't expected that the war weapons they had painstakingly created would cut their throats before even being unsealed. Fear, unwillingness, and anger could not represent combat power... Scarface, after seeing off the important figure, had just returned to the base when gunshots exploded in his ears like thunder. The dense firing sounded like a symphony of death, echoing through the dim underground space. His expression hardened, and he immediately organized the high-ranking officials to evacuate, while he himself led a combat squad to rush to the scene of the fierce battle.
Although this squad had only five members, they were all genetic warriors, each possessing strength, speed, and reaction capabilities beyond ordinary people. They were like ghosts in the dark night, agile in body, their eyes filled with coldness and killing intent, closely following Scarface as they charged towards the source of the gunshots.
On the first underground level, Lin Ze and Xiao Monü were surrounded by ordinary armed personnel. Facing the surging tide of enemies, they showed no fear; bullets crisscrossed in the air, sparks flying. However, as the battle intensified, Lin Ze felt that the M16A4 automatic rifle, with its extra-long barrel, was particularly cumbersome in this indoor combat that required extreme speed. So Lin Ze also dropped his rifle and, following Xiao Monü, charged into the crowd, forcing both sides into close-quarters combat.
Xiao Monü's figure was agile, her dagger flying up and down in her hand, slashing through enemies' throats and chests. But the enemies were numerous, surging in wave after wave, and she gradually felt overwhelmed. An enemy seized the opportunity to swing a rifle butt at Xiao Monü; she couldn't dodge in time and took a heavy blow to the head. Blood instantly stained her beautiful hair, and her body swayed, almost collapsing.
Seeing this, Lin Ze was consumed with anxiety. He fought against many, using both fists and feet, repelling the enemies in front of him one by one. But two fists are no match for four hands; a dagger silently struck, piercing his shoulder. The intense pain made his brows furrow, but he did not retreat a single step.
At this moment, Scarface led his squad to appear. They were like a steel torrent, quickly joining the battle, and the situation became even more chaotic. Lin Ze and Xiao Monü stood back to back, supporting each other, fighting with all their might. Each punch and kick carried their desire for survival, and every drop of flowing blood bore witness to their unyielding spirit.
