Chapter 47: Chapter 47 P.W.A.T
Entering the familiar hall again, Morgan led his team to quickly occupy advantageous positions and checked every dead angle. The hall flickered with an unnatural green light, a result of the “Driller’s” effect causing a “Light Bias Phenonon.”
The 24 P.W.A.T. team mbers spread out, checking every column and every corner where soone might hide. After completing their search, they gave a thumbs-up to Morgan who was positioned at the entrance.
Morgan circled his fist, signaling the team to slowly retreat, regrouping into two vertical lines. At this ti, another team that had entered from the back door arrived at the hall from the other side, positioned by the elevator shaft, and gave a thumbs-up to Morgan when they saw him.
Morgan looked up at the two elevators in the side corridor of the hall and then glanced at the ergency exit on the right side of the wall. He pointed towards the elevator shaft with his left hand, then to the ground, making a grasping gesture.
The back door team imdiately dispersed, guarding every corner and passage leading upstairs.
Morgan raised his right hand, pointing towards the ergency exit, and the team followed him forward slowly.
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Violet and five agents were not so cautious. She took out a handheld device with a screen, staring at the scan-like interface that showed a large blue light spot at the center.
“The door is on the 6th floor, the anomaly is moving upwards. Catch up to it,” Violet said.
“How about the surviving investigators?” a female agent asked.
“Leave the evacuation to P.W.A.T.,” Violet said, then led her people towards the elevator.
Morgan planned to handle the monsters floor by floor, their work divided into three steps. The first step was a thorough sweep to clear all the floors. The second step was to evacuate the wounded and establish a foothold. The third step was to control the doors and use a collector to create a larger gate.
If successful, everything could be done within 5 minutes. Of course, if they encountered any tricky entities, that would be another story.
In the pitch-black corridor, sothing seed to be crawling on the ceiling and walls, climbing up between the gaps in the stairs, and clinging to the railings.
It was a kind of thick, gel-like monster, mindless as individuals, but capable of gathering together to form a simple intelligence.
“Enemy spotted.”
“DD1S40017.”
“Tango, 12 o’clock.”
“Weapon free.”
The suppressed MP5’s muffled sound echoed in the corridor. A few Fla Bullets tentatively knocked the monster off the wall. As it fell to the ground, a dozen more bullets pierced into its gel-like body.
The tal bullets were wrapped in the thick gel, not deford at all. But soon, the bullets began to glow red and burst into a Fla Burst. The special power of the Fla Spiritual Bullet caused it to ignite upon hitting the enemy.
The gel creature emitted a “squeak” sound and burned from within, a nauseating odor spreading as if overheated, expired jelly.
“Tango down.”
“More coming.”
More gels converged from all over the corridor, so directly falling from above, crashing to the ground, others flowing down from gaps above the railings and staircases, and gathering towards one spot.
They wanted to amalgamate.
“Engaged.”
The team mbers began to fire indiscriminately. These thick substances were not difficult to deal with individually and were even considered quite weak. But once they rged, they beca troubleso.
There was a large amount of viscous substance in the corridor. After being attacked, all of it crazily flowed towards one point. The unconscious monster’s every action stemd from survival instincts. When an individual was attacked, the others would seek to amalgamate to withstand the threat.
The team fired rhythmically, ensuring sustained firepower, and mastered the rhythm of reloading impeccably; the bullet storm never ceased. The entire corridor turned red from the Fla Bullets’ shooting and the burning of the gel monsters.
The disgusting sll did not distract the team mbers, their helts equipped with air filters, able to fend off various poisonous and irritating odors.
Before they could fully amalgamate, the gel creatures were eliminated by the team, leaving only seven or eight that had successfully gathered together, but even in unison, they no longer posed a significant threat.
The team mbers reloaded, firing in unison, taking down the last of the gel monsters. The ground was covered in white light spots.
“Holy Relics.”
“Stay put, notify other teams to recover.”
Morgan and his team continued toward the second floor exit. Two team mbers inserted an inspection mirror under the door crack to observe the situation behind the door. They gave a thumbs-up to Morgan.
Morgan and another team mber stood on either side, gently pushed open the door, and dozens of team mbers quickly poured in, rapidly occupying the corridor.
Morgan was the last to enter, the white light in the corridor was blindingly bright, giving him an eerie feeling from the glass double doors on both sides of the corridor. He sensed sothing was amiss and turned back to look at the security passage double doors that had not been closed.
Inside the door fra was a wall built of red bricks.
Morgan, rifle in hand, moved into the corridor, hugging the wall, and gestured for his team mbers to check the four glass double doors. Several team mbers hid by the doors, inserting a probe into the door gaps, but the screens showed only darkness.
“Illusion,” the team mber reported.
Morgan nodded and motioned for a teammate ard with an HK416 to get behind him, as he stealthily pulled open a crack in the glass door.
Attached beneath that team mber’s HK416 was a scanner; he slightly extended the barrel into the door, and imdiately images transmitted to the retinal projector on his helt.
A black humanoid creature stood at the end of the illusory corridor, approximately 3 ters tall, with an overall crimson hue, a raven’s head, and claws like six daggers, emaciated yet seemingly full of power.
“AB2C9T70219,” the team mber murmured.
Morgan then signaled the team mbers by the other three doors to conduct surveillance, and the images projected onto their helts were transmitted to Morgan’s helt via a local area network.
Behind every door, except the one he had opened, there were also S-level monsters.
A 1-ter-tall dog, whose back split into six tentacle-like flesh vines, each tip bearing a sharp Bone Knife.
A milky humanoid creature, 2 ters tall, wearing a white silk robe, each of its four arms holding a steel knife, its face concealed behind a white ceramic mourning mask.
A centipede coiled up on the ceiling, about the thickness of a grown man’s arm, dripping green liquid from its mouthparts.
“Five,” Morgan signaled.
The team mbers nodded.
Morgan took two small black boxes from his belt, attaching one to the wall next to the glass double doors and tossing the other to a companion by the door, who also stuck the black box on the wall on his side.
Morgan then took out a white Spiritual Energy disruption grenade from behind his waist, pulled the pin, and rolled it down to the end of the corridor.
Almost simultaneously, the visors on all team mbers’ helts turned black, the next second was filled with white flash throughout the corridor, followed by a thunderous boom.
“Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!”
A strange scream ca from a corner, the illusion-creating monster in agony, writhing and floating in the air.
“Open fire!”
At the sa ti, the P.W.A.T units, having switched to Punishnt bullets, began firing at the five unprotected monsters, shattering the glass double doors with a loud crash, the glass broken into round, small granular pieces, accompanying the silver tallic shell casings falling to the ground.
The illusion monster in the air was torn to shreds by the barrage of gunfire, dissipating into white dust in the air and falling to the ground.
The Clawed Raven-headed monster ran towards the door, and as it crossed the threshold, a white wire suddenly ford between the two small black boxes. It tripped and was flung out.
Almost at the sa ti, several HK416s poured Spiritual Punishnt bullets into its crimson body, skin and flesh flying everywhere.
Morgan stepped forward, placing his foot on its spine, and pulled the trigger toward its grotesque face. The head of the Clawed Raven-headed monster burst open like a squashed tomato, scattering on the ground.
The centipede monster climbed along the ceiling and walls; it too was quickly covered in a hail of bullets, its body segnted into five or six pieces scattered on the floor, green fluid spilling everywhere.
The mask creature wielding four steel knives charged out of the door but was t with a number 12 Fla attribute deer bullet, its mask shattered, revealing a face without features.
Before it could bring down its knives on the enemy, a barrage of fire from three Spiritual Calves shotguns turned it into a sieve, three of its arms severed, the steel knives falling to the ground and emitting a white flash before vanishing into thin air, its body still burning until it died.
Lastly, the dog curled up in a corner of the room, whimpering pitifully, its flesh-vines wrapped motionlessly around it; a number 12 Punishnt attribute deer bullet entered through the side of its face, the bullet exploded, sending white beams scattering forward, blowing the dog’s entire head into a bloody ss, sared across the wall.
“All clean.”
All five monsters were confird killed, and all 24 team mbers were unhard. Morgan made a gesture, and the team regrouped in the corridor, piling the Monster Corpses in the middle of the corridor.
They would clear out each floor this way, until all the floors were clean.
Morgan looked back at the Monsters’ Corpses on the ground, blue lights flickering over them; he knew those were even rarer Holy Relics, but as non-Spiritual Ability Users, the team mbers, including himself, were unable to extract the Holy Relics from the lights.
He pushed open the security passage double doors, leading his team into the dark stairway, leaving the Holy Relics behind.
As for the Holy Relics, the CPA won could worry about that.
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