Chapter 1180 This method is too dark. Are you from DC?
The underground floors are also divided into many areas, and some places are particularly strange.
Some of them obviously look like high-tech laboratories, while some places are simply made of wood, and they are very old wooden buildings. The sound when you step on them can even wake people up.
As for some other places...
It was basically a slaughterhouse, with a pungent smell of blood, scarlet everywhere, unknown whispers in the ears, and large chunks of meat from unknown creatures hanging on hooks.
“It feels like ancient witchcraft, with curses, torture, and sacrifice.”
Mo Cheng was no longer surprised that the Organization not only possessed technology beyond modern times, but also had bloody witchcraft techniques.
"What did they find for the sacrifice?"
It couldn't be a human. Although humans were also a kind of material in witchcraft, but listening to the whispers in his ears, Mo Cheng knew that there must be a very spiritual creature being tortured here, and the curse was born in endless pain, and then it was sacrificed to some kind of existence.
If one simply wanted to sacrifice humans to this extent, it would be impossible to find a child with high spiritual power among tens of millions of people, so at least a city of millions of people would have to die in extreme pain to be able to do it.
Doing so would leave traces that would be impossible to conceal and could be seen from thousands of kilometers away.
Below this industrial area, there is a huge soul that is suffering endless torture. Its pain has become something that provides a steady supply of materials to the factories above.
Once I realized this, what I needed to do next became clear and much simpler.
Detonate those powerful agents and shut down the entire industrial zone.
Although Mo Cheng sometimes doesn't think highly of the assassins' methods of sabotage in secret, when necessary, he doesn't mind playing the role of a saboteur agent or an assassin behind enemy lines.
The place where strong potions are stored is a wooden room. The wooden boards are very thin and make noises when you step on them.
But only here, those strong potions, which are inherently unstable, will become calmer and avoid exploding suddenly if left alone.
Due to the instability of the strong potion, there are only a few assassin masters patrolling and guarding this place. Others will stand guard relatively far away. Mo Cheng doesn't need to care about these people.
As Mo Cheng approached, the potent potion stored somewhere began to bubble up as if it was boiling, like hot water about to burst from the bottle.
At this moment, several assassin masters looked around, their bodies tense and they were obviously in a state of preparation for battle.
"Someone broke in?"
"I don't know. It's possible that the Great Spirit caused a reaction to the strong potion, but we need to be careful."
The master assassins became alert, but they did not notice that a pair of eyes were watching them from behind.
"Four men, armed with weapons, all masters. And smart enough to act together."
The four master assassins had both cold weapons and guns. Although this place was made of wood and the boards were very thin, the room where the strong potions were stored had been specially treated.
However, Mo Cheng could see what was in these people's minds.
“But they are… panicking.”
"This floor is not solid." One of them muttered, " The pollution from the Great Spirit has spread to this floor. It's a bit panicking."
"Then shut up and be alert!" Another person looked around and said cautiously, "It may not be the contamination of the Great Spirit, it may also be an outsider breaking in."
"It would be much easier for us if outsiders sneaked in. I would rather deal with humans than the strange things polluted by the Great Spirit."
At this moment, the fourth man who had been silent drew his gun and shouted, "Enemy, there!"
Then the bullet went through the window, shattering the already flimsy wooden boards, and fired at something.
No one cared what that thing was, whether it was a human or something created by some pollution. At this moment, the four of them only needed to do the simplest thing of starting a fire.
After a round of volleys of fire, someone asked uncertainly, "Did it hit?"
"I'm not sure, but I missed it. You know that the things born from the pollution in this place are very flexible."
In the darkness, something terrifying was silently invading their hearts.
The tiny muscles began to spasm involuntarily, and even the owner of this body did not notice this fact.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the thin template on the ground and grabbed one of them. He looked down suddenly and saw a pair of eyes without any emotion staring at him.
"Welcome to Hell!"
Silent fear gathered in the heart and then exploded. The whole body became stiff and unable to move. The mind and even the soul were roaring, ordering this disobedient body to stay away from this place.
His whole body was stinging. It was the living creature's instinct for survival warning him, warning him to leave as quickly as possible.
But all the warnings were in vain. Before they could make a sound, the captured people were swallowed up by the cave and disappeared without a trace.
The person who caused all this was not satisfied. A rope dart flew out from the entrance of the cave, like an invitation to hell, pulling the second person into hell.
Half of the people were lost in a moment so fast that they could not react. At this time, the remaining people realized it and pulled the trigger at the hole in the ground. After one of the remaining people had used up the magazine, he pressed the emergency contact device on his collar.
But before his fingers could touch the thing, an arm shot out from the darkness behind him and dragged him into the darkness.
"Who, come out! Come out!"
With the trigger pulled, he fired in all directions and roared like a madman, using the sound to dispel the fear in his heart in this environment.
However, he failed to realize that there was always a pair of eyes watching him from behind.
“The last one, usually falls apart.”
A qualified assassin is not only good at using daggers in the shadows, but can use fear to make people collapse.
Of course, this is also due to the contribution of [Night Hunter], the source of all dark fears and the legend of the dominance of dark creatures.
According to legend, people sleep at night not because they are tired, but to avoid the demon of the night, the devil who rules over all darkness and shadows.
The hidden blade silently pierced the heart of the last man from behind, dispelling his fear. In the last moment of death, the assassin's eyes regained clarity.
He realized that it was not the strange things that were born from the pollution of the great spirit in this place, but an assassin who used darkness and fear as a sharp blade to ruthlessly destroy their team.
"Superb skills, unknown master."
"Thank you!"
The hidden blade was drawn out, draining the last bit of life from the enemy.
