First, I poke half of my head out to see the situation outside. It was quiet and empty.

All around were black iron objects, and the nose was damp and smelled of some motor oil, which made the nose feel a little itchy and uncomfortable.

Judging from the scattered tools, the people who were originally patrolling and managing here must have heard the alarm, so they gave up their jobs and fled outside the building.

And it is almost all that it can be invaded so simply, and it is all due to Yurumi Miyan's "Escape Diary". Ordinary people generally do not know that the bank's ventilation ducts use common lines, rather than underground passages filled with monitors.

It is very quiet at the moment. After all, this place belongs to the underground floor and is a place for ventilation. Most of the people will work on the upper floor.

Throwing the tool kit and weapon-loaded backpack on it, Natsume put his hands on the ground and pulled his body up.

A series of actions made Natsume's breathing become much faster than before. People can use 20 to 30% of their power. If they are zombies, they can exert 100%. This is something I learned from "Is Zombies?", but in this case it is useless knowledge.

But many times people always remember something unconsciously, for example, Natsume has clearly remembered how many times he used clamps when destroying the fence.

Suddenly, when walking forward, I accidentally slid the nut that I had just twisted off from my hand. It made a whispering sound in the quiet space, and finally rolled forward slowly and kept moving away.

Bang.

When I touched something, I made a little crisp sound.

Didi.

It was a bit like a prelude to a children's song, Natsume smiled and finally jumped to the side with an exaggerated look.

Bang! Boom!

The induction bomb touched by the nut directly blows the pillars of this space down. The machine that stopped running sparks against the remaining internal residual current. The smell of the oil becomes strong, and they attempt to break through the limitations of the nose and enter Natsume's mouth.

The ears were filled with water, and together with the sound of collision between the jingle walls, there were huge stones falling from the top of the head.

Although the body makes movements on its own, it is easier to avoid it after predicting its whereabouts orbit in advance.

Standing in the corner, Natsume wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Is that what happened at the beginning?”

The verb is front of the "di" and the noun is front of the "di". Natsume relies on this to relieve inner pressure. His eyes are scanning the underground floors that have become ruins.

The smoke was filled with smoke and dust danced. I covered my mouth with the sleeves of my clothes as a towel. Natsume ran to the backpack that was crushed by the stones in front of me.

Fortunately, Natsume breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the condition of her backpack.

There is a gift from Miyain Yururi, a grenade. She said that this is an m39 egg grenade, or something like that. It sounds like a professional term, so Natsume chose to ignore it. As long as it is not pulled open and detonated immediately, it will be OK.

But the grenade that detonates as soon as it is opened is not a grenade, but a suicide weapon.

Carrying the backpack behind his back, Natsume took out the pistol provided by Haruhi No Tsubasa from it. In order to save energy, he only brought a few boxes of bullets. There should be no problem if he saves it.

At this point, Natsume almost understood the reason why traps were set up around him. Just follow Amano Yukiki's diary to do it. The perfect combination formed by the two people is very beneficial to them.

Walking upstairs step by step, apart from the sound of stone collapse and water drops that appear from time to time, Natsume's footsteps are the sounds of echoing in this space.

Try to adjust your breathing, Natsume adapts to the darkness around her and continues to move forward.

Although I wanted to turn on the flashlight to act as a lighting tool, because this was too swaggering would become an obvious target, so Natsume only observed the objects around him by adapting to the dark eyes.

I could hear my breathing and feel the coldness of the guns in my hand. The corridor where the air conditioner failed was also a little cold, and the emergency lights flickered.

How did you find it turned into a horror movie?

Walking up from the first floor, Natsume saw traces of the existence of the marked corpse.

Judging from the blood, he should have been here after the gate was shot through the abdomen by a bullet. There were still some red dry marks left on the door handle in front of him, which was a five-finger mark.

Because there is a map prepared in advance, Natsume knew that after walking up from the first floor of the underground, there was a corridor leading to the main entrance, with the road to the gate ahead and the road to the upper floor behind.

Let's go behind.

Natsume believes that my wife, Yuno and the others should be in the second floor lobby where they withdraw money and handle business. This is just a place to be responsible for waiting and conducting small-scale business processing.

We must act quickly. The explosion just now must have made Miyao Yu and No Tsubasa Kasuga become uneasy. Natsume doesn't want them to come in, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Quick battle and quick decision, this is the foundation of Natsume's combat plan.

This corridor is not long, and the broken lights on the head are uncomfortable, perhaps because of the poor wiring caused by the explosion, and the contact system is not the case.

Natsume held a pistol in his right hand and his left hand to view the map with a dim light.

Behind me is the road leading out, with little sunlight shining in from the dilapidated doorway.

There is no room for turning back. Now, at this moment, now, we must fight.

Natsume saw a steel plate truck for transporting banknotes in front of the left. Of course, the plate truck that flipped over to the ground was not supported by any money.

The sound of footsteps came, not my own, but from above.

The safety plug was unbuttoned, and Natsume clearly heard such a sound.

Run quickly without dragging the mud and rush forward. When you are slamming your hands with gloves, you can stand up the cart as a shield.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Pull the trigger, the flames flew, and spit out the ammunition of death at the muzzle of existence.

Dangdangdang!

The spark jumped as usual, and the bullet hit the steel and was bounced away after it caused a depression. The stray bullet bounced happily in this confined space.

"Come on! Bastard! Come on! I, I won't be waiting for you to kill me!"

Amano Yuki raised the submachine gun with his trembling left hand, and his right index finger tightly bit the trigger. The flames that emerged kept spitting. Amano Yuki leaned against the wall to offset the recoil and tilted all the bullets in the direction of Natsume.

His arms were numb because of the vibration. Natsume hid behind the steel cart and was silent, looking for opportunities.

He handed the mirror out slightly, and through the reflected image, he saw Yuki Amano standing at the entrance of the passage to the second floor with a gun.

He was wearing a jacket with a bulletproof vest inside, and the backpack he was cross-body might have ammunition inside.

The status quo is very unfavorable.

Natsume was completely suppressed by fire.

“Hmm?!”

The skin under the left eye was scratched by the fragments sputtered by the glass shattered by bullets. Natsume quickly retracted his hands and held the pistol tightly.

He fired a few symbolically, but he couldn't see the situation outside and could not confirm whether Amano Yukiki was moving.
Chapter completed!