pjbooks Chapter 231 The Monster That Drops Sanity Points Like Crazy
Chapter 231 The Monster That Drops Sanity Points Like Crazy
When the Alpha team was searching for research survivors,
Lin Fan, far away in an abandoned building in Raccoon City, was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, slurping a bowl of noodles.
Through the spiritual eyeball he had previously released from King Paul VI, he took in everything inside the entire base.
At this moment, he felt as if he were watching a live broadcast from a first-person perspective.
"I never expected that a land and resources department would have such a professional elite team."
Lin Fan commented while chewing on his noodles, "Unfortunately, they have no idea what they're dealing with!"
Sitting to the side, Lin Jianguo listened to Lin Fan's comments and opinions, his heart itching with anticipation.
"Son, don't you really have any other way to show your old man?"
"Um"
Lin Fan shrugged. "No, I can't think of any other way except to let a part of Da Wu's spirit reside in you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo couldn't help but imagine that he also had one of those disgusting big eyeballs in his brain or body, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Forget it! Your old man isn't so perverted as to have that kind of fetish."
"Fine, I won't watch it anymore, just give me something else!"
Having said that, he stopped worrying about not being able to see the image and instead asked,
"What's the situation now?"
"The US elite squad has gone in and encountered the first wave of monsters."
Lin Fan put down the bowl of noodles in his hand.
"These guys are going deeper now, I reckon it won't be long before we run into that thing down there!"
Having said that, he moved his mind, and his invisible spiritual eye followed the team's movements.
……
Nevada base, Zone C isolation room.
"Bang!"
Taylor kicked open the heavy metal door.
Several assault rifles equipped with tactical flashlights instantly locked onto every corner of the room.
The room was very small, with no place to hide.
King Paul VI, lying in bed, was startled awake by the sudden sound of the door being kicked open, his cloudy old eyes filled with confusion.
Before he could speak, Taylor strode over, lowered the gun, grabbed Paul VI by the collar, and lifted him up.
"Old man, what's going on outside? Where's Carter?" Taylor demanded sharply.
A completely bewildered King Paul VI looked at the group of fully armed killers before him, his mind blank.
His memory was still stuck a few hours ago.
He only remembered going back to his room to sleep, and then... when he opened his eyes again, the door was kicked open.
"I...I don't know."
Paul VI stammered, "I took a nap. What happened?"
Taylor stared into his eyes to make sure the old man wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't know anything.
"Name," Taylor asked.
"Paul," Paul VI answered instinctively.
"Shit. They sent us to save an old man with dementia."
Taylor cursed under his breath and shoved Paul VI toward Marcus beside him. "Take him with you. We're going to find Carter. We can't stay here any longer."
Marcus roughly grabbed Paul VI's arm and dragged him out of the room.
The team shielded Paul in the middle and walked towards the control room.
The temperature inside the entire base was getting lower and lower, and the air we breathed out turned into white mist.
A layer of black, sticky fungal carpet had somehow climbed up the metal walls on both sides of the corridor.
The fungal carpets were still wriggling slightly, emitting a nauseating stench.
"Captain, something's wrong." The sniper, holding his rifle, said in a tense voice, "These things weren't on the wall when we came here."
Taylor didn't say anything, but quickened his pace.
The group arrived at the central hall. This was the only way to reach the surface and the main control room.
As soon as they stepped into the hall, everyone stopped in their tracks.
The wide passage leading to the exit was blocked.
What blocked the passage was an enormous, writhing mass of black flesh.
The chunk of flesh completely blocked the passage, and its surface was covered with countless basketball-sized scarlet eyes.
Hundreds of thick, black tentacles lashed wildly around the mass of flesh, leaving deep dents with each slap against the metal wall.
"Shit..."
Marcus looked up at the monster that completely defied the laws of physics and common sense of biology, his eyes instantly losing focus.
An indescribable fear directly destroyed his reason.
Marcus suddenly let out a maniacal laugh, turned around abruptly, and pointed his assault rifle at his teammate beside him.
"Die, all of you!"
"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot rang out.
Without hesitation, Taylor drew his pistol and shot Marcus between the eyebrows.
Marcus's laughter abruptly stopped, and his massive body crashed to the ground.
"Don't look at that thing! Close your eyes and shoot!" Taylor yelled hoarsely.
But it was too late.
Dozens of eyes on the piece of meat turned simultaneously, locking onto the special operations team in the hall.
Several thick tentacles shot out like lightning.
Before the two special forces soldiers could even scream, they were lifted up by the tentacles and slammed hard against the ceiling.
The sound of flesh and bone shattering echoed in the empty hall, and blood rained down like drops of water.
The remaining team members opened fire.
But when the bullet hit the flesh, it only splattered out clumps of black slime and did not cause any real damage.
"Evacuate! Evacuate to the backup elevator shaft!"
Taylor grabbed Paul VI and dragged him scrambling toward the maintenance passageway on the side of the hall.
Screams of agony rang out behind him.
Taylor kicked open the iron gate of the maintenance passage and shoved Paul VI into the narrow elevator shaft ladder.
"You old bastard, if you don't want to die, climb up! Don't stop!" Taylor followed him inside.
Soon, the gunfire in the hall stopped.
All that remained was the sticky sound of tentacles rubbing against the ground, rapidly approaching the maintenance passage.
Taylor gritted his teeth, climbed with one hand, and with the other hand tore two high-explosive grenades from his tactical vest, pulled out the pins, and threw them down the elevator shaft.
The grenade plunged into darkness.
A violent explosion resounded at the bottom of the well.
The blast whipped up rubble and metal fragments, which surged upwards through the narrow passage, forcefully pushing Taylor and Paul a short distance upwards.
A deep roar came from below, and the sound of tentacles climbing stopped for a moment.
Taylor dared not stop for a moment and climbed desperately.
Ten minutes later.
On the surface of the Nevada desert, the cover of a concealed vent is pushed open.
Taylor dragged the half-dead Paul VI out of the ground, and the two collapsed on the cold sand, breathing in the fresh air.
In the sky, the Black Hawk helicopter responsible for the pickup quickly landed, and several soldiers rushed down and dragged the two men into the cabin.
"Quickly, get out of this damn place right now."
Once on board, Taylor gave orders to the pilots without hesitation.
"Damn it, what the hell are those bastards researching?"
Recalling what he had just seen down there, the thing that caused his sanity to drop so rapidly, he felt nothing but fear...