Chapter 714: Salt Lake Scenery (8)

The twitching body was poured into a pile of rancid objects, pressing it into a muddy mud and shaking itself.
However, Du Er found that the monster's twitching arm, which was separated from his body, actually grabbed a small dump of garbage, and it seemed that he wanted to repair his body.
"It's not dead!?"
One ear moved forward two steps, the action of this thing immediately became more crazy and unstable.
"Try another one."
The vengeful adjutant crawled out of the dunghill, afraid of losing the maggots on his face, and threw all the grenades on the guy, evaporating the remainder of the body.
"Good job."
Nodded in one ear, thinking he could bear the praise, and then walked towards the ladder he noticed when he entered the door.
The rung above was rusted, but it looked strong enough. The old man climbed up quickly, hoping that the farther away from the strange things around him, the better.
As he expected, the door in the hanging aisle led them back to the maintenance corridor that had been forced to leave. When he pushed the door carefully, or opened it as carefully as possible.
In view of the fact that both hinges and locking devices were completely rusted, when the door was pushed open a slit, a scream like a jump from a knife stabbed.
Due to the interference of the surrounding environment, I didn't smell the smell of the adjutant's approach, and the moan of the iron gate drowned his footsteps, so Du Er had to admit that he was really surprised when he spoke.
"Have all the enemies been killed, sir?"
He asked, and after no direct threat was found, he nodded cautiously.
"I think about it."
The fart squad followed him out of the iron gate to enter the tunnel. The previous battle only damaged two, which was acceptable, and after this small episode on our journey, he thought there should be no trouble behind.
Although he was still worried, nothing suddenly attacked the butts from the darkness, so he planned to put his pistol away.
The next moment, he immediately regretted his behavior.
There was a disturbing sound from behind, the sound of fine scales dragging the ground, and looking back in one ear, it was found that the lizards who had chased them still gathered around the shaft leading to the sewer.
After realizing their existence, they started to come in full speed towards us.
Fortunately, their speed is still within the range of farts.
"follow me!"
The boss of the fart restrained the idea of ​​hiding and started to trot forward.
Although the faster you run now, the sooner you will feel fatigue. For the Fart Agents who have to move long distances, fatigue is the real enemy.
Those four-legged lizards may not move fast, but they have a clear advantage in endurance, and when tired farts slow down, they will continue to shorten the distance between the two.
"It seems to be coming, sir."
The adjutant's voice was behind his neck, and the team began to run long distances in the dark.
The traffic conditions in the passage are quite good, and obstacles are rarely encountered, and soon the sound of dragging the scales sliding behind him is unclear, but the disturbing sound has never completely disappeared.
In fact, after a while, it began to become louder again, even overshadowing the rapid gasps of the fart.
One ear ventured back to look at the situation behind him, clearly seeing the swaying figure deep in the tunnel.
"They caught up."
One ear sounded the alarm, and his lieutenant turned around, lifting the grenade launcher and releasing the last two ammunition against the darkness behind.
"It won't delay much."
Throwing the grenade launcher to the back, the adjutant said breathlessly, and at the same time accelerated his pace slightly.
"what is that?"
Suddenly, a noise made the farts slow down.
"I looked at it."
One ear also slowed his footsteps, and he could hear movement in the front, and at the same time, he used his hands to hold the dagger's grip tightly, bending down and posing in a latent gesture.
Afterwards, he saw a ray of light from a distance away from them, and it seemed to be shaking, as if it was moving fast.
In view of the last experience after encountering unexpected lights in this ghost place, he did not have much hope for this, and at the same time he gestured towards the back, so that all the fart agents are ready to fight, and the adjutant will also His dagger was pulled out, and he was the only one left.
But when the one-eared was surprised and irregular, a familiar voice came from the darkness.
"Head, are you?"
"Tilted mouth?"
He asked in surprise, while trying not to make his voice too loud.
"Are you so fast?"
It turned out that Duo Er also arranged another team. As a fart elder, he knew that he should never hide good things in one place. Because this mission was very important, he could not tolerate any mistakes, so he split the team into two. ~EbookFREE.me~ Let your most trusted subordinate lead a special team to enter from another drain.
It was originally expected that they might meet on the ground, but they ran into this place.
Perhaps, the only thing he didn't expect, or omit, is that the map given on the human side shows that all the sewerage networks will gather in this area.
"We will stop by."
He tilted his mouth and explained that after a while, a group of fart spirits who came with him hurried past and rushed to deal with the group of lizards in the back. They also jumped with seven or eight-according to the sudden sound Judging by gunshots and bites, their enthusiasm for accomplishing this task is very high.
"I didn't expect to bump into you, it's really a mess--"
When Duo Er took two steps in his direction, the expression on the face of the guy wearing the black iron helmet suddenly changed.
"Yeah, head, you smell like you just got out of the toilet in our nest—"
"To shut up!"
One ear interrupted his nonsense and unpacked his backpack into the arms of the other party. If he could not get him to do serious business quickly, he had to explain what happened on the road. He didn't have the patience and time.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, head, we have twenty bags, no one is too small."
The crooked mouth assured the boss, he took the backpack cautiously, and kept his fingers away from some obvious stains stuck on it.
"it is good."
One ear adjusted his footsteps in accordance with his pace.
"Then only one thing remains to be determined."
"What is it?"
He tilted his mouth and held a stinky backpack, his face showed the kind of eager expectations he usually showed.
"Can these goods fry the shrimps on the top! Fuck! God!!!"