latent syndrome.

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Antarctica.

Behind a short peak, Arnold held military binoculars in both hands and observed the dark buildings on the plain. Because these guys carved out of a single mold were too weird, they couldn't die no matter how they were treated. What was even more amazing was their willpower.

Arnold pulled the horn-shaped teeth of a man with a haircut from his mouth one by one without using any anesthetic.

But this kind of person...

Not even a frown.

Arnold found a way to temporarily deal with these "undead", that is, to use a revolver to open a large pit with a diameter of five meters and a depth of five meters in the extremely low permafrost.

White had never seen such an astonishing skill. There was no explosion or sound. It was just an ordinary revolver bullet. After the gunshot, a huge crater was pierced out of the ground, which was terrifying.

"Help me bury these people."

Arnold continued to watch with the binoculars, trying to find more clues. There were too many of these small-headed cubs, which were a bit tricky like a cockroach nest.

"Brother, I'm about to freeze to death, okay?"

White's physical fitness is not even as good as some A-level infected people. In this situation, there is nothing he can do. He must suffer misfortune and remove the side effects before he dares to continue to give hints.

Can't see Arnold's eyes clearly.

"Your abilities can transport you to other places."

"I have a similar method."

"It's just appointed."

Arnold thought White was rather stupid and not good at this kind of task.

"Is what you said true?"

White was overjoyed.

But after hearing about Arnold's method, White became Spartan.

Arnold also has a method, but it has nothing to do with hyperspheres or wormholes. That is to use a revolver to pierce the earth, and White can jump into the hole, and then he can reach the North Pole.

"Do you want to try it?"

Arnold said emotionlessly while holding up the binoculars.

"What are you kidding..."

White's throat rolled, piercing the earth, are you fucking serious?But White also secretly slandered, not daring to speak out in front of the third person in the battle list.

"Even if it's really like that...gravity or something..."

"Will I be stuck in the center of the earth? It is said that there is magma inside."

White backed off.

"Don't worry, I will make up another shot, allowing you to break through the first cosmic speed, enough to survive gravity."

Arnold's cold tone did not mean to be joking at all.

"still……"

"just forget it."

White thinks it is quite unreliable, and his own hints are already unreliable, which is even more mysterious.

"Then work quickly."

Arnold put down the binoculars, kicked a small-headed cub into the big pit, and continued to observe with the binoculars he took from the enemy.

White had no choice but to act as a free coolie, throwing these "undead" down one by one and burying them.

He was only wearing thin home pajamas, the snot from his nose was frozen into icicles, and his face was covered with frost. After burying dozens of people, he couldn't die at all.

So fucking unlucky that I was supposed to be partying with classic dream goddesses on a balmy night in the Alps until my muscles were sore, exhausted, and I lost all my sweat,

At this moment, he is being stared at by the ultimate hunk in Antarctica to do hard work. He probably doesn't have any combat catalog personnel who are worse than himself. He guesses that those seventy or eighty people are living better than himself. They need funds and funds. Without any side effects, travel around the world at public expense, and myself...

Like a fucking idiot.

It's all the fault of that man, Colin. Although he was a little bit recited before meeting him, he didn't recite it to this extent.

"Mr. Arnold, can you kill someone for me?"

"Thank you very much."

During the mission schedule of SCT, White is still assassinating Colin, but he can't figure it out, and he can't directly open Run, otherwise he will be chased and killed by the person next to him. It's better to kill three birds with one stone and let Arnold kill him directly. There is no better idea than this.

however.

Arnold didn't care about him at all, he put down the binoculars and thought about something, and seemed to have an idea.

White felt very embarrassed. Anyway, he is considered an awesome character. It is right to give you face.

"The strength of an infected person is often related to mental strength."

"I'm really curious... what was the past of the third place in the combat list?"

White tried to communicate with Arnold on an equal footing.

boom!
Arnold fired a shot into the ground, and then there was a black hole with no bottom, and then kicked White directly into it.

"What the f..."

Before White finished speaking, he had already fallen into an abyss of infinite darkness.

Arnold fired a few more shots into the big hole, and did not retract the holster until the revolver's magazine was exhausted.

This person is too much of a hindrance.

He probably figured out what these small-headed cubs were doing, and it was far more serious than the information provided by the Ministry of External Affairs.

Arnold walked slowly towards the dark building complex. Many inch-headed men on the guard tower spotted him and immediately sounded the alarm, but it was completely useless.

The machine guns on the two sentry towers fired wildly at Arnold who was walking from the ice, raising countless ice chips. Those bullets did hit him, but he himself was like a sandbag, still walking straight over .

He completely lost any desire to attack, and just let the firepower of these people pass through, walking into the center of the building complex. Only those who tried to approach him would be opened by him with a gun.

Arnold has only one goal.

That's all the scientific researchers here, the physicists controlled by these inch-cut men, he only kills people in white coats, or people who don't have a haircut, don't wear uniforms and wear civilian clothes.

Sure enough, these guys died as soon as they were hit, and their heads exploded emotionally and rationally.

Being hit by countless firepower, he turned a blind eye and walked to a barbed wire fence with a warning sign saying radioactivity, prohibiting irrelevant personnel from entering.

Arnold directly tore open the iron net and walked in.

Those people also realized that something was wrong, and they closed the gates of the experimental base. In an instant, the entire base sounded harsh air defense alarms.

But it was useless to Arnold. He blasted those thick solid iron doors with a revolver to make holes big enough for him to pass through, and walked slowly towards the core area of ​​the experimental base step by step.

The passageway is long and narrow, and it is all rough and unpainted concrete. Only the red road sign of the emergency indicator light exudes a purgatory-like light.

One after another undead short-haired men in the tunnel came to intercept him, but Arnold had no desire to attack, just...

Pick up their skirts, smash them into the solid wall, and jam them one by one.

He found a staircase, walked down the road, and blasted open the last, thickest door with his revolver.

inside of.

The rough instruments are like a product of the Cold War era. There are thick and cold instruments everywhere, and all the scientific researchers are shivering, and those people with inch heads will always have the same dead face.

"SIR, please stop your dangerous behavior immediately."

The inch-headed man with the birthmark on his face stared at Arnold indifferently, completely fearless.

This made Arnold have a wonderful feeling. These guys, like cold-blooded animals, just look similar to humans, and they are already some kind of weird outer space life in essence.

"This is... a reactor, what exactly are you trying to do?"

I saw that the super-large pit covered by pipes was covered with complex structures. Arnold had seen it before. This was used to produce...nuclear weapons.

Arnold ignored the man with the birthmark and asked other scientists. In order to make these chicken-like shivering people talk, he blew a scientist's head off, then pointed his gun at other scientists, and pressed for questions.

boom!
Arnold fired another shot, which should have knocked out a female scientist.

The man with the birthmark stood in front of her, half of his head was blown to pieces, and his contents leaked from half of his body.

"Every machine has its function."

"The second rule is, there can be no doubts, sir."

(End of this chapter)