Carlos's Combat Power
"Leave the base yourself and put everyone else at ease?" The cleanup team coldly repeated Carlos's words.
The survivors behind Carlos's eyes lit up, thinking they had seen a glimmer of hope, "Yes, yes, we'll go ourselves!"
"Let us go!"
"Stop dreaming." The cleanup team member's expression grew even colder. He placed a hand on Carlos's shoulder, and the subtle force seemed to be pushing Carlos towards the incinerator room.
It seems they intend to make an example of these people, completely extinguishing their hope of survival.
However, the strong cleanup team member gave Carlos a hard shove, but couldn't move him.
"Rude," Carlos chuckled. "This makes me wonder if what the officers told us when we first entered the base was all a lie."
The members of the cleanup team all raised their guns, the barrels pointed directly at Carlos's head. "You dare to resist!"
Carlos and the dark muzzle of the gun met eyes, a calm smile even playing on his lips. He leisurely drew out the last syllable. "Why not?"
He knew very well that this outrageous proposal would not be agreed to.
The base's actions were clearly problematic. It was obviously not because they were infected that they were to be centrally destroyed. This means that, under the command of their superior, the cleanup team brought them to the incinerator room simply to kill them and silence them.
If we let them leave the base on their own, wouldn't that create thirteen extra mouths for them to talk nonsense outside?
Carlos had no expectations; he just felt that... asking before making a move was a Magician's courtesy.
Carlos moved when the other hand pushed him.
He took a step back, grabbed the wrist of the other hand, his muscles tensing and straining. Everyone only saw a blur before Carlos dragged a member of the cleanup team into the room filled with flames.
The survivors, who had been overwhelmed by the attack, stared wide-eyed, especially Xiao Yao, who looked at Carlos's retreating figure in disbelief.
The member collapsed into the inferno. The intense heat from the flames burning in the cracks between the floor tiles instantly ignited him, and the powerful spotlights on the walls blinded him.
His skin quickly turned black, and the member struggled, curling up as he tried to crawl towards the door.
Strangely, even while enduring the agony of being burned, this member maintained the same cold indifference on his face, not uttering a single cry; only the instinctive trembling of his body revealed his true state.
"We are the infected." Carlos stared emotionlessly at the scene, smiled, and pointed to the people in the flames. "And you people are normal. How amazing."
If he were a normal person, he would definitely be able to hear the sarcasm in his words.
These team members are clearly acting strangely.
Unlike the cleanup squads that usually patrol the base, those squads have members with distinct personalities. They are just superior in ability and status, but otherwise no different from humans.
But these unfamiliar cleanup teams were like puppets stripped of their emotions, only knowing how to blindly follow their superiors' orders, and had lost the right to complain or cry out in pain.
They are more like the infected—completely controlled puppets.
Faced with Carlos's sarcasm,
The remaining cleanup team didn't even blink; they pulled the trigger immediately.
The survivors gradually came to their senses and looked at the cleanup team with fear. For a moment, they were grateful to Carlos for standing up for them, but at the same time, they were filled with fear for Carlos's situation and their own.
"A'Luo" will be killed by these machine guns!
Xiao Yao closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear watching any longer. The young man with glasses turned his head away, somewhat regretfully.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
Bullets rained down on Carlos relentlessly, like a grand rainstorm bursting forth beside a raging fire.
Carlos's body was riddled with bullet holes; bullets pierced his face, shattering his skin and revealing a blank void beneath.
The next second, Carlos was shattered into countless pieces of paper. Everyone was stunned, and even the cleanup team stopped firing and stood there blankly.
The leader of the cleanup team frowned slightly, his gaze gradually turning cold as he scanned the surroundings. The corridor was completely exposed, offering nowhere to hide, yet he couldn't spot his target.
"Idiot, you forgot to look behind you." Carlos's voice suddenly appeared behind the other person's head. The leader of the cleanup team did not change his expression and turned around, but before he could turn around completely, a sharp metal object pierced his skull.
The leader of the cleanup team opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. His eyes quickly lost their focus, and like a normal human being, he collapsed from a fatal blow.
The other cleanup teams then reacted and raised their guns at Carlos again. However, this time the bullets seemed to pass through Carlos as if they were falling into a shadow, embedding themselves heavily in the ground and walls.
"What exactly are you?!" someone in the cleanup team asked coldly.
Carlos looked at the person who had spoken, and with a smile, took the machine gun from the corpse at his feet and put it to his own use. His emerald green eyes flashed with a chilling light, which contrasted with the orange-red of the flames.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a magic trick." He set up the machine gun with a very standard posture. "And of course, you can't perform the same magic trick twice in a short period of time, it would easily bore the audience, so I just changed the routine."
In the indescribable gazes of the other survivors, Carlos stood alone before them like a heroic monster, enduring the hail of bullets, and then returning them all with the machine gun he had just acquired.
Although the cleanup team members were strange, their physical abilities were not much different from ordinary people. After being shot through, they collapsed in the corridor.
Carlos quickly took them all down, kicking the nearest corpse into the room with the fireplace, adding a rather unfriendly snort.
Then he turned around and looked at the crowd trembling behind him like quails.
The burly man flinched at first, then suddenly remembered something. He strode over to Carlos and, mimicking Carlos's actions, kicked away the corpses of the cleanup team, sending them engulfed in flames. "Damn it, serves you right for trying to harm us!"
After kicking him, he stammered to Carlos with a somewhat frightened and nervous expression, "You... thank you for saving us. We didn't see anything. These people brought it on themselves!"
The others suddenly realized, "Right, right, we didn't see anything!"
Carlos sighed.
"How can I not have seen anything? That's not what I want to hear."
Xiao Yao twisted her fingers nervously. "So... we saw it?"
"Of course, you all had to see it." Carlos casually tossed the empty machine gun aside and calmly walked back to the survivors' ranks. "The base wanted to harm us, and we were just resisting. So—we should leave the base. These were obstacles, but they've been overcome."
"Next... I'm going to the city. Anyone who wants to come with me can, and those who don't, we'll part ways here, okay?"
He genuinely wanted to take some people with him.
These people are natives of the post-apocalyptic scenario, so they definitely know a lot that the deducers don't. The more people we take away, the more comprehensive our information will be when we collect their knowledge later.
In particular, Carlos noticed that there was a former technician from Base 51 in the team, and he was determined to take this person with him.
Regardless of whether the other party is willing or not.
Xiao Yao also needs to be taken away; he needs to find out what the Lingren left on Xiao Yao.
But the cleanup team tried to stop him.
As the saying goes, once the enemy is dead, no one will know about my infiltration. This statement resonated deeply with Carlos.
Once those who tried to stop him are dead, no one can stop him from taking these people away.