The harsh alarm was still roaring, but the sound was getting weaker and weaker.

Railway transport worker Morton followed the crowd who was evacuated for a day, curled up in the corner of the shelter after experiencing fatigue and fear.

The cold wind blowing from the air-changing valve in the passage caused a bone-permeable tremor when it blew through his soaked work clothes after running. However, he and his colleagues could only bear it and wait for the order to be allowed to leave the shelter.

"Wake up, Morton! Wake up!" The sounds of the distance and the nearness woke Morton from his sleep, and the concerned face of his companion gradually restored his consciousness.

"Damn guy! Wake up! You will get sick if you sleep like this! Don't you want your life?"

Her companion Tisia's mouth was still chattering, but her voice and mouth shape were divided into two parallel lines in Morton's perception, and she was unable to overlap in her consciousness for a long time.

"Oh, you are...Tisia. I am..."

He responded with difficulty, but the face of the coworker began to deform due to fear.

"Guard! Guard! Someone is sick here!" He vaguely heard Tisia calling loudly.

And from the pool of blood that was expanding in front of him, Morton probably knew the identity of the "patient".

"Am I sick?" he thought so. The pain in his head was concentrated in the second half, and the position should be lowered.

There is the location of the frontal lobe and hippocampus, which is mainly responsible for the functions of human memory and self-cognition...

"I actually know this..." The knowledge that comes from consciousness is as severe as the pain, just as they are one, and they come from some unknown gift together.

The guards were getting closer and closer, and the sound of the friction of the crust chitin material and the sound of the steel pads scraping the ground on the soles of the leather boots were so eye-catching that Morton subconsciously concluded their distance and gait from here.

"30 meters, two." He murmured unconsciously, but his attention was immediately taken away by the blood of his nose that he could not stop.

"It's him?"

"Yes! For the sake of the Emperor, save him!"

"Don't worry, believe us."

The guards confirmed in front of Tisia, and the two lifted Morton from their armpits and dragged them toward the emergency medical cabin in the corner of the shelter.

"He will leave it to you..."

"No problem, there are no special signs other than nosebleeds. They don't seem to be infectious, so don't be nervous."

"We are outside the door, call us any time if you have anything to do."

"OK……"

The cramped headache continues, but it is getting weaker and weaker.

Morton felt that his consciousness was like a magical boat, constantly breaking under the impact of the tide, but constantly repairing itself.

But after each repair, many more memory fragments appeared in his consciousness.

The mind was baptized repeatedly, and sporadic fragments were increasing with the invasion of the tide.

The fragments in memory are forming strange fragments. Morton's mind is like a spiraling oil lamp. In a state of dying, he actually begins to think of a proposition full of philosophical meaning:

"The ship is constantly being repaired, is it still the same boat? Or..."

It was not only the doctor's inquiry that woke Morton from his coma again, but also the stimulation of direct pupils by flashlights.

The consciousness began to restart for a long time, but his instinct was still answering the doctor's questions.

"How are you doing? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Head...Head..."

"How many overtime have you been working lately? Have you ever eaten anything special after get off work?"

"No……"

"Okay, your body temperature is normal and your blood pressure is not a problem. It should be because of too much fatigue and coldness. I will prescribe some medicine for you..."

Put the flashlight on the mechanical plate beside the bed, and the doctor turned his head and started writing records on the table.

It is not easy to build effective treatment options among the agents that civilians can access, and doctors have long accepted this fact.

Click...

"Are you better?"

The faint sound of metal collision awakened the doctor from his diagnosis and treatment ideas and habitually asked the patients behind him.

But unlike all patients in the past, he got an overly calm answer:

"Very good, never before."

"You..." The doctor who felt something strange had just turned around, and Morton in his sight had walked behind him at some point.

A slender scalpel was gripped by a big oily hand, and it was getting closer and closer in the doctor's field of vision...

laugh……

The sharp but not tough blade silently cuts the flexible skin, piercing the arteries while accurately avoiding the complex neck cartilage, and finally cutting the trachea below the throat.

"Ho...ho..."

Seeing the doctor in front of him die, Morton's cold eyes were not filled with pity.

He picked up two scalpels from the mechanical plate, and from the desk to the door, the information of the two guards passed by his mind at a high speed.

"The countdown to 0 is still one hour, and the straight line distance of the mission target is 5 kilometers...

There were two guards at the door, one was 1.82 meters tall and the other was 1.79 meters tall. Both weighed 85 kilograms, fat thickness c, muscle dimension c, bone strength c, reaction speed d…”

Practical killing knowledge and experience made him unfamiliar, but it did not prevent him from applying it skillfully.

The self-cognition in memory has gradually recovered, but unfortunately, it is not the one he who has returned to the world.

The guard's position was not facing his back to the door, he was not able to solve the two of them in an instant. Morton, who was separated by a door, was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

"The height of the standard shell armor neck protection is 4.5 cm, the best cutting angle is 30°. The gap between the shell armor waist is 7 cm behind the armed belt, and there is a gap of ten square centimeters behind the boot armor and knee armor..."

"Left...right...left..."

Morton repeated his plan while waiting, the memory in his brain was forming a conditioned reflex, and the slightly trembling tendons on his limbs were also cooperating with the complete work.

All this preparation was completed in seconds, and the quiet medical room was only the cold light of the scalpel flashing.

Buzz...

When a vehicle full of soldiers passed in the passage, the two guards were taken away.

And the moment the personnel carrier disappeared at the corner, the door opened...

Scream! Scream! Scream...

In the empty underground corridor, there is a demon raging in the middle of the two shadows under the light;

The sound of dense blade insertion sounded, and the shock of the two guards solidified on their faces, the wounds of their necks, waists, and knees, witnessed the entire process of this bloody killing with their own existence.

The black dust-proof scarf was pulled off the soldier's chest and wiped the blood from his face. Morton picked up the Apiri's automatic gun on the ground and skillfully completed the full gun self-test while breathing.

Pull off the armed belt from the two soldiers, and then insert several magazines of the same model and caliber found.

Morton was ready to leave after completing his self-arming, but turned back again after taking a few steps.

hiss!

The guard's body was looted again, and the kettle and compressed dry food on his body were also taken away by him. Perhaps for the sake of the next journey, Morton did not let go of the two of them.

After completing his self-arming, he quietly integrated into the shadow of the passage with the standard Astart tactics.

It was not until a few minutes after he disappeared that the sound of routine communication sounded on the helmets of the two guards.
Chapter completed!