Chapter 712: Salt Lake Scenery (6)

"Is there anything else?"
The adjutant apparently also heard the movements in front of him, and there was a lot of dirt on his face. Although he was not very clean, he still hoped that this idiot could stay away from him.
"Get up! All, keep up."
Pushing this guy away with one ear, as if he had the same idea as him, instead of expecting those cold-blooded animals to have no time to chase this team.
However, maybe the guy who stays below may know the tunnel system very well. They may be able to lead the fart to reach their destination at a faster speed, without having to wander around in the sewers where the roads are crowded.
Du Er doesn't quite remember the route on the map. The memory of the fart is always short. Although he has a backup, the leather becomes a little blurred after being wet with water.
With this in mind, the boss of the fart decisively turned to an alcove on the side of the exposed broken wall, as if it had been planned in the first place.
As he expected, this gap brought the Fart Team to a metal gate, which was almost exactly the same one they used to enter the tunnel in the first place. To say something different, it was that the door in front was slightly open , So the light and the room owner’s voice leaked from the inside into the sewer.
When Du Er was about to push the door open, the adjutant suddenly pointed at the door and made a disapproval gesture.
"Maybe I have to throw a thunder into it first?"
"Yes, good idea."
The fart elder brother agreed and stopped to check. The door was a little worn, and was obviously beaten repeatedly with a hammer, but he wasn’t sure if it was a deliberate destruction, or it was just an incidental effect of a forced intrusion.
Du Er first prepared her own weapon, and then opened the door to just enough to allow the fart to pass through, and then carefully walked into the space over the door.
The world behind this door looks like a surge chamber for accommodating the surge of water in the sewer: this is a huge rectangular storage tank surrounded by a circle of suspended aisles paved with iron mesh, which is away from the ground The height is about two thirds of the wall.
There is a ladder leading to the upper level next to the adjutant and the position where he stands, and judging by the instinctive affinity for this kind of environment, the narrow hanging passage behind this metal door is likely to connect them to the previous forced to leave That tunnel.
However, all of this has nothing to do with the findings here.
Because the intruders have prepared grenades, the size of this explosive is not as exaggerated as the kids use, but it is quieter when it is ignited, and the power is not to be underestimated if it is used intensively.
咻~~~~!
For a time, more than a dozen objects dragging red smoke flew out of the dark corners, and the crowded figures were suddenly unconscious.
For the owner of the room, it is difficult to say who was shocked by who, and they were also shocked by this unexpected meeting, because according to the way of thinking of their kind of guys, they all hold that they think they are enough Wit can safely escape the illusion of search.
This is a group of cultists. In the Benedict Empire, such a group is especially "common" in the city-not that they are easy to find, but that they will definitely exist.
Generally speaking, slums or sewers are often good hiding places. However, in view of the recent tensions, many cultists have begun to move to safe areas. The Salt Lake City group is also planning to go to Tyre through secret passages, but because of the city External martial law can only be transferred in batches.
Boom Boom~~~~~!
The endless explosions blew the gathered believers together, and the tattered robe turned to ashes in the strong wind and flames. Many people were swept over by shrapnel to give a horrible good feeling, and immediately fell to the ground Ground.
"Intruder!"
The guy closest to the Fart Team roared, and probably no one else noticed a group of small, heavily armed men standing in front of them.
The screaming man was ragged, and against the dirt on his body, the fart smelled much sweeter than him.
When he spoke, the fart also noticed that there was a strange symbol made up of a tumor that was similar to purulent in the middle of his forehead. He didn't know what it was, but instinctively felt sick, which was the case with Xiami.
"Kill them!"
One ear gave the order and immediately launched an attack with a gun, using the fallen brain's brain to smear the surrounding environment with a layer of decorations.
It must be said that the improvement effect of this move is not very obvious.
The floor they were on was covered with excreta a few centimeters deep, but in other places behind the cultists, for some definite purpose, these filthy objects were piled together or cast into mounds shape.
Butt bosses are very disgusted with this scene, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is quite speechless about the stench that is circling around, and also feels a familiar irritability.
They usually pile up feces, but even if they make it look like the hairy image they understand, the monsters made by these shrimps are so ugly-even by the standard of fart.
He had no time to think about the meaning of this ritual. At this time, more undead cultists waved rusty knives and sharpened bone sticks in their hands and rushed to attack the fart.
Raised the pistol in one ear, and a burst of rain fell on one of the guys. The bullet hit the upper body of the guy. Then he turned to avoid the attack of another cultist. When the knife hit the ground, the guy The invulnerable weapon cracked into rusty fragments.
Before the single ear could send him back to his hometown, the strong flash of the adjutant's grenade launcher lit up the entire room, making the single ear feel dazzled just as it normally did in a narrow space.
And that guy took the opportunity to evade the attack, grabbed the one ear and was at a loss for a moment, and stab the fart elder with the slender metal fragments still in his palm. He seemed to want to divide him. For two.
But the nimble little killer easily avoided the clumsy thorn, and drew his dagger with his backhand and cut his arm with his elbow.
The cultist fell to the ground, yelling in pain, and at this moment his lieutenant blew up two other cultists.
"Shut up."
One ear stared at the guy on the ground in anger.
"Smelly shrimp!"
He was just a kick in his throat, kicking his throat bones and making him completely quiet.
The cultist struggled over and over for a few minutes and lost his life due to difficulty breathing.