Why it never ends

A synthetic voice loops one thing to everyone: Chelation is nearby, everyone seeks cover on the spot, try not to move too fast, and keep quiet.

The guard on duty looked at the changes around him in a daze.

... chelates?

How could there be chelates in this place?
Hesta nestled under the desk in the corner first. Two sides of this desk were against the wall, and the other two sides could almost observe the entire ground from the entrance to the workbench, with a relatively wide view.

The staff at the scene looked at each other, and everyone was a little at a loss.

The soldiers stationed inside the hall had received new orders. After a brief exchange, they turned around and ordered everyone to get under the table.

The staff in the hall cooperated one after another. There was a temporary shelter made of steel plates under everyone's work desk. They opened the entrance and entered it hesitantly.

When chelate appears, escape is meaningless. Any attempt to escape will only make you the target of hunting faster. Therefore, hiding in a place that is not easy to be noticed immediately is the correct operation for avoiding danger.

This does not bring real safety. After all, in most cases, it is only a matter of time before the chelate confirms the location of the prey through the sense of smell, but as long as the time can be delayed as much as possible, the rescue of the mercury needle can be waited for.

Hesta observed the changes in her surroundings. At the same time, her breathing gradually slowed down, and her will began to involuntarily become concentrated. She was very familiar with this dual transformation of body and spirit—there was indeed a genuine chelation nearby. things.

Not just the one on the street, but inside this building, there's chelation going on.

Otherwise, it is impossible for her to enter the combat state before the second awakening now.

"There are chelates... there are chelates!"

A panicked voice came from deeper in the building, and this voice immediately attracted everyone's attention—she spoke neither the Southern [-]th District nor the Northern [-]th District, but the lingua franca across regions.

Hesta pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The soldiers turned their heads following the sound, and saw a woman with her hands tied behind her panicked running into the hall. She stumbled, covered in blood, and there were still tapes and wounds on her legs and mouth that hadn't been removed in time.

"A lot of people are still trapped inside... Hurry up and call the police, and quickly contact Mercury Needle!"

Several soldiers hurried forward and responded in common language: "What's going on——"

"Don't ask! You can't help!! The mercury needle—where is the mercury needle?" The woman looked back in horror at the way she came from, and cried out almost collapsed: "What are you all doing here, hurry up! Evacuate the crowd...the chelate will rush out immediately, if you don't run, it will be too late!!"

"Citizen! Calm down!" The soldier tried to appease, "Don't be nervous, the mercury needles have arrived, and they are fighting the chelate outside,"

"Outside? What about my colleagues inside? There are still a lot of people inside! They are not dead yet, and the chelate has tied them up one by one—"

The faces of several soldiers changed slightly, "You mean the chelate is here now? In this building?"

"It's in the back office!" The woman burst into tears, "He dragged us out of the room one by one, a lot of people, a lot of blood..."

A soldier immediately took a few steps back and reported the situation to the command center through the walkie-talkie.Another soldier ran to the door, looking around for a way to reopen it.

"Now this situation must let the mercury needle come in immediately," the soldier muttered to himself. After groping to no avail, he looked back at the counter, "Hey! Does anyone of you know how to open this thing?"

A staff member who had already entered the shelter was struggling halfway out of his metal box.

"It can't be opened," she replied loudly, "the protective door is automatically dropped, and it must be raised again after the alarm is lifted—"

"Then what should we do now?" the soldier beat the wall anxiously, "are we waiting here to die!"

"Well, my friend over there," the staff member looked at the blood-covered woman, and his voice was broken due to nervousness, "Can you... turn around?"

The woman whose arms were bound was still sobbing. She slowly turned half of her face and whispered out of breath: "...You mean me?"

"Yes," the staff member said solemnly, "Can you turn around a little bit, and let me see your face."

The entire hall fell into silence. Several soldiers seemed to realize something, and pressed their right hands on their waists in unison.

The injured woman didn't continue to turn around, but asked very aggrievedly.

"...What do you want to see my face for?"

"I'm a little...not sure, I just feel like I've never heard your voice..." The voice of the staff member was very soft, "May I ask, which department are you from?"

In an instant, several soldiers had drawn their guns together, but before raising their hands, a series of explosions had already exploded above everyone's heads.

The huge splendid chandelier began to flicker, and it fell together with the heavy metal skeleton, smashing the tiled floor between the chelate and the soldiers.

Many thin "flying scorpions" flew down from high places in an arc shape, precisely cutting the bleeding wounds on the arms of all the gunmen. Several people staggered backward one after another. A solid business card.The bullets of the men missed one after another, and the lights in the hall were turned off one by one, until only a small desk lamp in the corner remained on.

A few soldiers sitting against the wall stared blankly at the scene in front of them. They didn't even have time to feel frightened, they just murmured "monster" in a low voice.

Hesta's heart hangs.

There is actually a second chelate hidden in this hall, which is silently lurking high above.Judging from the direction of those hard cards, the position where it stopped seems to be directly above itself.

Not far away, the tearing sound of the tape was accompanied by wild laughter. The chelate on the ground no longer pretended to be camouflaged. It easily broke free from the bound hands. At the damaged part of its cuffs, the hard and dark brown chelators were revealed. come out.

Several soldiers tried to aim at the enemy again, but before the bullet shot out of the barrel, it had already strangled the hand of one of them holding the gun, blocking him as a meat shield in front of him.

In front of everyone, the chelate crushed the soldier's wrist bone with his swollen and sticky fingers, listening leisurely to the scream of the prey in his arms.

"It's boring to be recognized..." the chelate on the ground said softly, "Let's play a game?"

"what game?"

"I'll give you 30 seconds to find those who are hiding under the counter. Whoever finds it will live, and let the unlucky guy you found die for you."