Chapter 585: The Haunted Power Company (V)

Buzz——

The door of the underground storage room was opened, and Duomu and two iron-blooded security guards appeared in the corridor outside the door.

"What's going on? Is the lighting rune broken?" Seeing that the lights in the room did not light up automatically, Duomu immediately became alert.

"Leave it to us, sir." An iron-blooded warrior behind her said immediately.

"Ah... be careful when checking." Duomu responded, and then stepped back two steps to make way for passage.

The two iron-blooded warriors were also unambiguous, and they stepped forward sideways and entered the door of the storage room one after another.

It must be said that the iron-blooded warriors are indeed a creature that is very suitable for night shift security... They have strong combat capabilities, courage and knowledge, and are decisive in killing. Moreover, they see things through thermal induction and are basically not affected by the dark environment.

On the contrary, Duomu, although he has many eyes on his face, can only stand in the light and watch at this juncture.

"Well... preliminary observation, there is no obvious heat source." Shortly after entering the door, the iron-blooded security guard walking in front began to read.

The reason he could say this was related to the structure of the storage room.

The storage room had a large space inside, and there were many miscellaneous items piled up inside. From dinosaur bones to melon shell specimens, all were placed on the shelves according to certain rules and numbers. The arrangement of these shelves was based on the area at the door as the axis, and expanded straight out to the outside. Overall, it was a fan-shaped arrangement.

Therefore, the Iron Blood only needed to stand in front of the door and glance around the room to see clearly whether there were people (or other creatures with body temperature) hiding between the shelves.

"Don't be careless, the other party may have some anti-reconnaissance methods." Duomu soon came in and reminded.

"Understood, sir." The two Iron Bloods responded in unison.

"Haha... That's right..." Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in the darkness, "Do I need to use any anti-reconnaissance methods specifically?"

Beep beep beep beep --

Before the voice fell, the two Iron Bloods had instinctively spread out to both sides. And stood in a corner. The shoulder guns on their shoulders aimed instantly, and two triangular beams of light were shone out almost at the same time as the voices were spoken... and locked onto V1-God of War.

"My body temperature will automatically calibrate to the temperature of the surrounding area. I don't breathe or metabolize in the general sense, and my body surface will not produce any smell..." V1-God of War walked forward as if nothing had happened, continuing what he had just said, "And... I can see in the dark through the data level."

"Show your identity!" Duomu immediately stepped forward a few steps, stood half a meter behind the two iron-blooded men, and said loudly.

"Is it necessary to tell you?" V1-God of War asked with a smile.

"I have to warn you, you have invaded private territory. We are protected by the Monster Kingdom's Order No. 37..." Duomu continued, "Please quickly identify yourself, otherwise we have the right to..."

"You don't understand at all..." When v1-War God said this, he appeared behind Duomu, "I mean..." When he said this, he raised his hand and grabbed Duomu's head in his palm, "Do I need to tell my identity to a piece of food that is about to be eaten by me?"

Duomu was still shocked by the other party's incredible speed, and in this second, her head was squeezed and exploded by v1-War God's terrifying grip. Her head was squeezed and deformed like a rotten meat bag. Many eyeballs were squeezed out...either fell to the ground, or burst into thick liquid.

The two iron-blooded warriors didn't expect that when they were stunned for a moment, their boss behind them had died on the spot.

"Ah...really good..." After killing the other party. V1-Ares' giant eyes glowed with white light, "This data quality is not low... Hehe... A spiritual monster, what a pity, in the face of absolute power, those little tricks have no room to play..."

Chirp Chirp——

V1-Ares was still talking to himself, savoring the pleasure of swallowing high-level data, and the shoulder cannons of the two Iron Bloods had already fired at the same time.

The plasma shoulder cannon equipped by Iron Blood is an extremely powerful thermal energy weapon, and its shells are in the shape of meteors. The power can be large or small, and can be fired in bursts or bursts. The principle is to quickly accumulate energy and then blast it violently.

At this moment, the attack launched by the two security guards on V1-War God was naturally the limit of what they could do, but...

"I've already said that I have no body temperature. Is that interesting?" V1-War God said in a mocking tone. While he was speaking, he had easily avoided those plasma shells and came to the side of one of the Iron Bloods. "Humph... It's easy." He sneered, used his finger as a gun, and pierced the back of the head of the Iron Blood in front of him neatly.

As the Iron Blood fell to the ground, the white light in V1-War God's eyes flashed again: "Well... This is almost there, but it's better than nothing."

"Ah!" The only remaining Iron Blood roared angrily. At this moment, his fighting race's blood broke out.

But he unloaded the shoulder cannon, took off the mask angrily, and opened his wide open quadrilateral mouth, showing a beast-like look to V1-War God.

"Oh?" V1-War God's eyes changed slightly, "So among you monsters of the same kind... there are still certain differences in individual combat power..." He had discovered this from the data level, so he muttered it.

"Accept your life!" The Iron Blood shouted and attacked suddenly.

Hissing--

With a sharp sound, a folding spear appeared in his hand.

Following it was the sound of breaking wind...

But...it was only the sound of breaking wind.

"Not bad, but still too slow..." In the limited space, v1-War God dodged while speaking with ease, "It is indeed correct to choose the cold weapon tactic, but it's a pity... Even if you are a light_predator (a kind of Iron Blood warrior, mainly engaged in reconnaissance work, without armor, not as strong as other Iron Blood warriors, but still very strong and more agile), you are still not as fast as me..."

The Iron Blood was also more and more shocked. He thought that he could at least hurt his opponent if he tried his best, but he couldn't even touch the opponent's fur.

"Okay, I feel bored." After moving for about twenty seconds, v1-War God's tone suddenly turned cold, "That's it..." He said so, and then his figure flashed.

No one saw clearly what he did, but the sound of the folding spear breaking and falling to the ground, as well as the sound of the iron-blooded warrior's blood spurting out, explained everything... (To be continued...)