Chapter 34 Section 8

The sound of the operation of the central medicine gas supply and delivery system can be heard endlessly. The hive-like giant underground city has a sense of absurdity of postmodernism. Ten thousand blood warriors are imprisoned in the countless absolutely closed medicine gas steel tanks that seem to be filled. These ten thousand blood warriors have been in a coma for seventy-five years. Although almost no one has been to this ghostly place under the deliberate concealment of the upper layer, the monitoring equipment is still operating responsibly, and the temperature, pressure, and concentration of the drug gas are all maintained in a stable state.

Stability is not enough to trust.According to scientific calculations, about 3% to 5% of hibernating fighters will not be able to wake up. There are many reasons, but generally speaking, it is related to the individual's physique. The hibernation gas that basically sustains life cannot be perfect in the first place, and there are great differences between hibernating individuals, and some will develop drug resistance, and they will fall ill and die in their sleep within less than a year of hibernation.Some will suddenly wake up during the long years of hibernation, and be frightened to death by inexplicable emotions.The most common situation is that the body is extremely weak, and the long-term hibernation cannot obtain the most basic nutrition, and it will slowly die.

Although the formula of the hibernation gas continued to improve, it was impossible for the improved formula to immediately replace the original medicinal gas, because the risk was too high, and changing the formula in one go might harass the hibernators.In case the hibernators are accidentally awakened collectively during the replacement of the medicine gas, then... under those circumstances, the urgent problem that needs to be solved is—when 10,000 people just woke up, the huge hunger for the 10,000 people . Arriving in disgrace, Hamilton admired Miyazawa to the extreme. At a glance, it looks like a hypermarket for mummies.

"Good job." Wiggins patted Miyazawa on the shoulder affirmatively. "What's the point?" Miyazawa felt nothing in his heart. According to Miyazawa's calculations, there are six strongholds of ice storage and ten warehouses in Tokyo. With a one-sixth chance, Miyazawa led this elite hunter group to find this big lair underground in the suburbs of Tama City.If a strategic nuclear bomb is installed here, once it is detonated, the hand-to-hand combat power of the Japanese vampires will definitely be lost by more than one-third. "No mistake, I won the big prize."

Hamilton patted the dust off his hands. "All of them are Iga and Koga ninjas, 5,000 each." The genius Petit read Japanese. You En, the most experienced, stood among the ten thousand "ghost ninjas" of Iga Koga, and felt a chilling atmosphere.If the Kibamaru Imperial Guard really activates these 10,000 super elites, no matter how much the human special forces ravage Japan during the day, the 10,000 ghost ninjas will be able to get their money back at night. . Any one of the seven hunter groups will definitely be wiped out within three hours if they fight with these ten thousand ghost ninjas.Needless to say, without a doubt, 100 percent, absolutely true.

"This is the greatest luck." Eun restrained the trembling in his tone. The vampire who has killed the most has become stronger, but also wiser.However, it's not the ignorance of bravery, but the critical thinking of "knowing that you are afraid of vampires" that has allowed You En, who was the leader of the Victory Pyrocorps, to live until now. "If you want to do it, you must do it quickly." Miyazawa's tone was flat, as if he was completely out of the way: "The war is about to start, and the vampires will come to activate these hidden forces at any time. You must act quickly."

But Miyazawa's curiosity is indeed strong by nature. Before the explosives destroyed this place, he kept looking around, and the things he wanted to understand were too complicated. "Yes, blow up here, and then blow up other places later, and castrate those stinky vampire eggs in one go, let's see what they use to fight us! Haha!" Explosives expert Janard opened the super heavy backpack, carefully Take out the nuclear device in the shockproof cabinet and start the complicated setting. Cincinnatra, with an IQ of 176, was just as interested in this breathless underground as Miyazawa. The only difference was that he noticed one thing before he became fascinated.

"Where's Wiggins?" Cincinnatra asked casually. This question was originally nothing special, and everyone was doing their own things. But Cincinnatra asked again after ten seconds: "I said, Wiggins is missing?" Everyone was stunned at the same time, and turned to look at Cincinnatra who asked the question. Mute Chat stared at Hamilton, Hamilton stared at Petit, Petit looked at Jannard who was setting up the nuclear bomb, Jannard looked at the most experienced Eun, and Eun put his gaze on An uncomfortable Black Angel of the Huntsman from start to finish. Just no one spoke up.

"Has no one seen Wiggins? Black Angel, you have been walking at the end." Eun. "...I still saw it when I came in just now." The black angel said in a deep voice. "I remember when I walked in, Wiggins patted my shoulder." Miyazawa felt chills down his spine. "Really?" Hamilton looked around warily. The victorious momentum of the Blood Race army was frozen in an instant. Suddenly Chat the Mute took a step back and raised his head sharply. This momentary movement of raising their heads made everyone look up vigilantly. The dumb Chat rushed to Jannard, who was planting the nuclear bomb, with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, Janard's throat was slit. "Who!" The steel dart in the black angel's hand shot out. The dumb Chat disappeared, and all the steel darts were nailed to the medicine gas steel tank. Hamilton, whose eyes were sharper than an eagle, noticed that the disappearing Charter did not dodge the steel dart with super fast movement, but "suddenly teleported" at all! The dumb Chat appeared behind Janard and kicked the nuclear bomb device far away. Janard clutched his slashed neck and kept wanting to scream, in extreme pain. The dumb Chat smiled, and under the doubtful gaze of the crowd, he slowly grabbed Janard's head from behind and turned around, ending the last scene that embarrassed the strong and brave Janard.

"Why do you want to be a traitor?" The black angel held his breath, exuding a filthy murderous aura all over his body. "Traitor?" the dumb Chat said, and everyone was even more surprised. Chat, the mute, laughed and patted himself on the face.Hit it hard, hit it hard. The facial features were messy and hideous for a while, and then slowly turned into another face. With kind eyebrows and kind eyes, he looks like a kind person who is easy to discuss. "Fortunately, I found out quickly, otherwise, wouldn't my disciples and grandchildren be driven to death by you?" Suddenly the man held a head in each hand, one of Chater's and one of Wiggins'. No one knows when this strange man appeared, let alone when he did it. complete fog... All of a sudden, bitterness spewed out like rain, and there were phantoms flying in all directions. "It doesn't matter if you don't have to remember it! My Nai, I don't want to go into that smelly coffin again—" Who else? Hattori Hanzo is also.