Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 977 Ulrich Nowitzki

The clown lifted it out, pulled out the dagger, and opened a hidden pocket inside the opponent's cuff, digging out a metal plaque buried in the fabric interlayer.

"This is a spare positioning device and information card, but because of the high-intensity ionizing radiation, the electronic components inside have been scrapped." The clown said.

Even so, this metal plate still serves as an identity plate. In addition to the D-class personnel, there is also a QR code that records some identity information.

Soap took out his communication device, only to find black and white snowflakes on the screen—the radiation in this place is too strong, unless it is a device specially designed for strong radiation environments with protective measures, ordinary electronic devices The delicate components inside are simply doomed.

The clown glanced at the scrapped communication equipment in Soap's hands, took off his gloves, stroked the two-dimensional code on the nameplate with his thumb for a while, and said directly: "Ulrich Nowitzki, a D-level member of the research institute , serial number D36512. Gender: male, born on January 914, 1 in the new era; a former soldier of the Artillery Battalion of the 5st Regiment of the 947nd Division of the 8th Mobile Armored Corps of the Field Service Corps. He ran away and murdered the chief, which in turn prevented friendly units from receiving support from the entire army He was annihilated and sentenced to death by a military court. Three days before the execution, on August 5, [-] in the new era, he was granted a D-level reserve quota, and the death penalty was cancelled.”

"You...Your fingers can actually scan codes?" Soap looked at the clown in surprise... But compared to the clown's other abilities, reading QR codes in the physical body is not an outrageous thing.

The clown ignored the soap and continued to read: "On August 947, 8 in the New Era, this D-class personnel was selected by the No. 30 research team to participate in the project called 'Human Potential Stimulation Test in Extreme Environment', and the archive number is CL4507."

The clown paused, and then said: "I have an impression of this task. When I was looking for other files in the black well, I accidentally caught a glimpse... On September 947, 9 in the new era, the first batch of D-class personnel was sent down After arriving at the 'No. 2 Proving Ground' located in the underground labyrinth, after 45 minutes, the vital signs of this batch of D-class personnel all returned to zero. The research team immediately sent a second batch of D-class personnel to carry out an investigation on the corpses and equipment of the first batch of D-class personnel. recovered, but the second batch of D-class personnel lost contact within 15 minutes after entering the test site. Later, the detection robot only recovered less than half of the D-class personnel's corpses, and the remaining corpses that could not be recovered were determined to have been tested The nibbling of mutated creatures in the field... This person, he is one of the second batch of D-class personnel who entered the test field and lost contact."

"This guy was thrown into this ghost place in 947 of the New Era? According to this calculation, hasn't he been here for more than five years?!" Soap looked at the man named Ulrich in astonishment. Nowitzki's "former" D-class personnel, "To be honest, I feel like staying in this place for five days... no, five hours is a kind of torture, how did he survive here for more than five years?! "

"The 'human potential stimulation test under extreme environment' failed in the last experiment in Heijing's archives, because none of the D-class personnel put into the 'No. 72 Proving Ground' could survive [-] hours..." The clown said, "But if the research team discovers this person, the final conclusion of the experiment report will probably be completely rewritten."

"Survive in the underground labyrinth for five years, and avoid those detection robots that shuttle back and forth between the pipelines... How did you do it?" Noir squatted down, staring at Ulrich and asked.

"You... you are... people from the research institute?!" Ulrich's language ability is gradually recovering. Although he is no longer struggling, his face is full of panic—of course, his "panic" "'s face, ordinary people will probably become more frightened than him when they look at it.

"Don't worry, we are not from the research institute." Seeing the hope of communicating with the other party, Soap was overjoyed, and quickly said in as "gentle" a tone as possible, "We also accidentally broke into this damn place... …As for the research institute, to be honest, I don’t like that group of white coats, all of them have eyes above the top, their brains are not normal, and they don’t take the lives of ordinary people for their lives... These guys should be damned!”

As Soap said, he winked at the clown and Noir vigorously—if he wanted to win the favor of the other party, he had to make the other party think that he and him were on the side, so discrediting the research institute was naturally a good choice.

Of course, the research institute itself is indeed black enough, what Soap said is actually "truth", and it cannot be said to be deliberate smearing at all.

"Institute...damn it." Hearing what Soap said, Ulrich's eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and said in a sharp voice, "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Do you want to take revenge on those bastards in the research institute? Kill them all? Repay them a thousand times what they have done to you?" Seeing that his words were effective, Soap continued to induce with words .

"Revenge...revenge? Kill...kill them? Kill, the...people from the institute?" Ulrich was stunned for a moment. Even though five years had passed, the image of the institute in his heart was still unshakable. , "How is it possible...impossible...revenge...impossible..."

"What if I tell you that there is a chance? Don't you want to try it?" Soap patted Ulrich on the shoulder, and at the same time signaled the clown to loosen the tentacles that bound him.

"Opportunity? What do you want to do?" Ulrich widened his eyes, looked at the soap, and then at Noir. When he moved his eyes to the clown and saw the tentacles that hadn't been retracted, he There was a very obvious change in his expression - not fear, but a feeling of peace of mind.

Just now, when Soap expressed his position to Ulrich, there was still a trace of doubt in Ulrich's eyes, but after seeing the clown's tentacles, this trace of doubt completely disappeared.

"You...are also...the one...used...by the research institute to do...experiments?" Ulrich took a lot of effort to spit out such a complete sentence from his mouth.

The clown nodded and said, "Yes. So, I also want to destroy the institute."

"Okay! The people in the research institute... all deserve to die!" Ulrich suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha! Everyone! They all deserve to die!"

"This guy's mental state... seems a bit abnormal." Soap gently touched Noir with his elbow, and said with some concern.

"Anyone who stays in this kind of place for five years will have more or less mental problems." Noir replied in a low voice, "If it were me, I might be crazier than him now... No, If it were me, I wouldn't be able to last five years, I would have committed suicide long ago."

"Me too, this kind of day, just thinking about it is scary enough."

Soap and Noir are still whispering, but Ulrich has already got up from the ground, waving his arms a little madly, and shouted: "Kill them all! Kill them all! No, they should also be thrown in the Come to this place! Don’t let them die immediately! Yes, it should be done!”

"Uh, Ulrich, calm down first, those people really deserve to die, but if we want revenge, we must first find a way to get out of this place." Soap said, "Can you tell me how you survived in this place for five years?" Is it?"

"Five years..." Ulrich turned his head and stared at Soap intently - I have to admit that being stared at by such a man who looks like a mummy does make people feel chills down the spine, but Soap still insisted Responded: "That's right... five years, how did you survive? Other D-class personnel...not even a single one lived past 72 hours..."

"Five years!" Ulrich suddenly raised his voice. He stretched out his skinny palm and raised five fingers, "Five years! Do you know how I got here in these five years?!"

"Uh, no... I don't know." Soap shook his head crisply.

"I...I..." Ulrich seemed to want to recall, but suddenly he squatted down with his head in his arms, and a painful expression appeared on his face, his slender and sharp nails dug deep into his scalp , bright red blood flowed down the bald head.

"Don't worry, think slowly." Soap thought for a while, took out a syringe from the bag, and handed it over, "By the way, I have some good things here, do you want... some?"

What he handed over was a military stimulant. As someone who served in the Field Corps, Soap knew that most soldiers would have some drug addiction problems—not only when the soldiers would inject it when the battle was fierce. Drugs, they will also choose to use drugs when their mental state is unstable, excessive fatigue, insomnia, or even smoking addiction and sexual desire cannot be resolved in time.

Although the army has very clear restrictions on this type of drug, drug abuse has been repeatedly banned. Later, the high-level military has half-give up... As long as the troops can display their combat effectiveness during the war, as for these soldiers A series of remaining problems after retiring were directly thrown to other departments to wipe their asses.

After seeing this familiar syringe, Ulrich snatched it over immediately, first took it under his nose like a cigarette and sniffed it vigorously, then twisted off the protective cover skillfully, and stuck the needle into his small arm and crushed the small glass bulb that contained compressed air at the end of the syringe.

The liquid medicine was injected into the muscles under the push of the compressed air, and Ulrich then let out a comfortable moan, and his originally short breathing gradually calmed down.

"I...let me think..." Ulrich sat down holding the empty syringe, and began to recall.

"I remember... At that time, those damn white coats asked me and six other people to go to the test site to recover the corpses of the last batch of unlucky guys... They didn't issue us any protective equipment, just gave us a few A trailer used to load corpses... As soon as I walked out of the passage, I felt a tingling pain on my skin..."

"Experimental area No. [-] is a high-radiation area, which is very similar to where we are now." The clown explained to Soap and Noir in a low voice, "Moreover, there is a kind of mutated creature that lives in groups and is very aggressive. .”

"We quickly found the bodies of those unlucky ones. They seemed to have been attacked by something, and the scattered corpses were everywhere... I knew at that time that if we stayed, we would die too, and we would die with them." They are the same." Ulrich continued, "It would take several hours to recover all these corpses...but we just went down, and some people started to have nosebleeds."

Nosebleed is one of the notable symptoms of acute radiation sickness. If people with this symptom cannot get treatment in time, they will not be far from death.

"I said to the others, if we do what those white coats demand, not only will we not get acquitted, but we will die here like the first people," Ulrich said, "even if we don't die of The radiation will also be eaten by the monsters living in this place... I told them that if you want to live, you can only escape. This underground labyrinth is very large, not all places can find those white coats, as long as We can find an exit to the surface and we can live."

"This guy... is really a deserter." Noir complained in his heart, "When he was a soldier in the Field Corps, he killed his own officer and fled. Now he has become a D-level cannon fodder, and his head is still Thinking about running away all the time..."

For Noir, a bastard like Ulrich who murdered his superiors, disobeyed orders, and ran away and led to the destruction of all friendly troops, he was very disgusted from the bottom of his heart. He didn't think there was a problem with the military court's judgment at all-after all, who He also didn't want such a teammate to be met by him... However, this guy is still useful to them now, so he had to suppress the disgust in his heart and listen to Ulrich's story.

In the case of Soap, he doesn't have so many thoughts in his heart... He himself can be regarded as a "runaway party". Before participating in this operation, he had planned his escape plan and route more than once in his heart...

"Some people don't want to run away, saying that running away is a dead end, so it's better to stay and finish your work." Ulrich said here, with a hint of disdain and hatred on his face, "How did they know that those white coats never They didn't intend to let us live at the beginning... They even planned to report us in an attempt to 'make meritorious service' in this way in exchange for a chance of their own lives."

"Then what happened next?" Soap had guessed what was going to happen next, "You killed them all?"

"Yes, we killed those who wanted to raise the alarm, and then fled to the depths of the underground labyrinth... Many people died... They all died...Only I survived."

(End of this chapter)