Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

For a moment, an inexplicable sense of irony surged into everyone's heart.

But the audience still watched patiently.

[I found a way to stop those things: find their nest.]

"I only saw that thing once, for a short while. We followed it after one of them got Denning's heart."

[It took the heart and went into a room I guess is the center of this place. It's all shadowy stuff, and I think they brought in whatever light sources they could find. Fluorescent lights, flashlights, candles, you name it.]

[As I watched, the things continued to bring in more light. In the center of the room, there was a huge pile of hearts. Each heart had been ripped open and thrown there in a pile.]

[Those things threw Denning's heart up there, and it began to beat and throb violently. Then it tore apart, and the new members of those things tried to crawl out of the heart.]

[It swayed, slowly grew and took shape. The disgusting thing was that the heart was torn apart but it was still beating. I swear I felt a sharp pain in my chest.]

See here,

The audience in the chat group couldn't help but frown.

"FK! This is too weird."

"I swear, after watching this, I will have nightmares tonight."

"I can only say that he is indeed an agent of the Foundation. He is so damn strong inside."

"Damn, these guys collect hearts to create new monsters?"

Speaking of which,

The audience subconsciously recalled the demons that had appeared several times before.

Which time was not overwhelming?

Then, a terrifying doubt arose in everyone's mind.

These guys,

How many humans were killed?

The content of the note did not end there.

“That’s when I started running away. I couldn’t take it anymore, you know? I wasn’t trained to deal with this kind of shit.”

[I heard other people's voices behind me. I don't know if they told me to stop or if those bastard monsters saw us, but we got separated in the end.]

I found a perfectly sized closet in the dark and have been hiding there ever since. I write with a small flashlight and turn it off when I hear something approaching. So far, it's working fine.

Three-body universe.

Earth.

After reading this passage, Luo Ji took a deep breath and his expression was extremely complicated.

These words touched him deeply.

Apparently, the agent escaped.

But Luo Ji did not, and could not, blame him.

He could even visualize such a picture in his mind.

An agent who was out of ammunition and food hid in a closet in a distorted space full of demons, and wrote such a file with the faint light.

I wrote down the information that I and my companions had obtained at the cost of our lives...

He couldn't imagine what kind of belief supported him.

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【I can’t hold on any longer.】

"I still have some bullets in my gun, but I can't pray anymore, I mean it. Especially after what I saw in their nest."

【But you, if you found this, you must also be an agent. Maybe you are stronger than me. 】

【Destroy the nest if you can. Destroy every heart.】

"If you do that, you might be able to kill them. That's the only thing I can think of. You might die while doing it, but you'll be dead anyway. So what are you afraid of?"

Chapter 29 Good luck, the dead salute you

See here,

Everyone clearly noticed that the D-class personnel holding the note was shaking slightly.

He slumped on the ground, his tiredness fading and the pain coming back.

Especially when he saw this passage, he almost laughed out loud:

"Not to mention that I am not on the same side as you guys. All of you who have been specially trained have died in pairs, and you expect me to accomplish this alone?"

Upon hearing this, the audience in the chat group all smiled bitterly.

No one thought there was anything wrong with what he said.

Yes,

He had many reasons to refuse this job:

He was alone, with only a pitiful amount of weapons and food;

He was a D-class personnel and had no good impression of the Foundation at all, so there was no need for him to follow their orders at this time;

He had no happy or satisfying experience in his life, and he didn't need to devote himself to this world.

All that was left for him to do was to put a bullet into his own temple and be free.

however,

After laughing,

He fell silent.

He held the report in one hand - Agent Barclay's suicide note.

The other hand was rubbing randomly anywhere on it, and no one knew what he was thinking.

People could only hear him muttering quietly:

"Foundation Agent Baclay."

"Baclay committed suicide after writing the report..."

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes.

Seeing this scene,

The chat group fell into a sudden silence.

No one would expect a D-class personnel to

but,

What if?

In the screen,

His eyelids trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, and countless thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

He looked down at the report, and although it was dangerous to turn on the light, he still read it carefully again.

When everyone's eyes followed the report to the last paragraph,

I only saw a short sentence:

"I'll try to get the report to the living room. Hopefully you'll find it there. Then I'll make sure they don't use my heart to create another monster."

【Good luck. Morituritesalutant (Latin: The dead salute you).】

"I'll try." He said calmly.

As if answering Agent Baclay who wrote this report,

It seemed like he was responding to himself.

The brilliance of humanity shines silently,

It was so loud that the audience from all over the world were speechless for a moment.

People were in complete shock.

They stared blankly at the calm man in the light curtain.

It's hard to imagine why he would make such a choice.

For a time,

The audiences from all over the world just felt a sour taste in their noses.

For him,

It's an indescribable feeling, like a responsibility to pass on a torch.

Perhaps, this was because it was the first time he was treated without any prejudice.

He suddenly laughed, his mouth opened silently, the smile was slightly curved, and looked a little sarcastic.

Perhaps it was ironic that Agent Barclay's report ended up in the hands of a D-class personnel like him.

Or maybe it's irony.

He - D-class number 14134,

Now I decided to take on this task.

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bang bang bang! ! !

The dense gunfire echoed in the twisted corridor.

The exploding flames filled the light curtain.

It makes people unable to open their eyes for a while.

"FK! I forgot to pray again!"

Jinx cursed inwardly as she watched the demons rising up while resisting the Gatling gun.

The voice just fell,

Dante behind him had already transformed into a demon and rushed forward: "Get out of the way!"

Clang!

Dante danced with the two strangely shaped, serrated scimitars so well that no one could penetrate them.

The demons that were hit were either instantly mutilated or torn in half.

however,

What is despairing is that

It won't be long before those injured demons stand up again, guided by a dark shadow.

"Damn, these guys are disgusting!"

"Dante, can't you find us some real demons to taste?"

The two weapons in Dante's hands not only speak, but are even blaming him.

"Shut up!"

Tired of these two chatterboxes, Dante fought back while looking at Jinx behind him:

"Where to go?"

"Damn it! How am I supposed to know where that guy is hiding?"

That's right,

Jinx and Dante were out looking for D-14134.

Although neither of them believed that the ordinary person could survive in such an environment,