Chapter 231: revenge, burn smash, undead return.

"Warning! Warning!"

"Alien exodus! Alien escape! Guard out, guard out--"

The radio broadcast came to a screeching halt, followed by the majestic strains of the International Anthem taking its place.

A song so old that you can't help but laugh at it.

Through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a long windowless corridor, which is also the way to the outside. The corridor is strewn with a dozen or so machine rooms, and there are no windows for access to the interior.

After confirming that the two dozen technicians still working had all been taken down, the powerful girl crossed the corridor, made sure everyone had taken cover, and kicked the locked electronic door: "What a stupid song, who ordered it!"

In this moment, a manipulator of iron matter teenager double fist clash, as far as the eye can see, all the iron matter instantly distorted, put together a huge dome shield, gathered in the flying out of the door plate side.

Instantly, countless lead - bullets dented the shield surface.

Thanks to this momentary interruption, the girl who kicked in the door was able to dodge and escape death.

A hot nosebleed dripped from the iron manipulator's nose, and after wiping it away, he ducked into a nearby room and shouted, "It's a lead bullet! I can't do anything about it!"

Xiaochi Chi replied, "There's always a way!"

Seventy-five kinds of supernatural abilities, plus him, a total of seventy-six.

There will always be a way.

"Single and double!" Xiaochi Chi called.

Shan Shuang took a deep breath: "Yes!"

He poked his head out of a room, hastily swept a row of guards outside, his gaze only picked, all the guns in their hands fell to the ground!

In the hands of the crowd, guns off, a blazing flame in the corridor, like a dragon of fire, straight to the spray!

The lead-bullet team, which was already in disarray, was completely scattered, and screams rang out everywhere, with people on fire, rolling all over the ground in pain.

A girl who can harness fire stood in the middle of the corridor, fingertips, hair, chest, all coiled with red flames.

She pressed her hands downward, creating a fire-free path to life for the crowd: "Go!"

It was late afternoon, by now it was already the prescribed off-duty time, and the aliens had already gone to bed early, lying in one capsule after another, with a look of almost peaceful numbness.

Many of the Alter Ego's had just entered dreamland when the red warning lights went off violently, the ear-piercing ringing in their ears -

"There is an alien escape!"

"A total of 76 Alter Ego's!"

"All psychics out! Retrieve the rebels!"

The hive-like dormitory area was thrown into a slight commotion, with a number of alters instinctively obeying orders to sit up from their beds and wait for the doors to open en masse, while alters in adjacent rooms communicated with each other, asking what was going on.

Here, there are no walls between rooms.

This is done to prevent contraband, and the agency is encouraging alters to spy on each other and snitch on each other.

Once the informant is successful, the informant will get a chance to visit his family, which is already considered a very generous reward.

A shifter sat up from the bed and looked across the railing to the opposite side of the room.

The room across the hall was just cleared, and the alien remembered that the alien was called Qingshu Lu , always flipping through a superhero comic, and said that he now had the powers of a superhero, but could only be a gutter rat.

Just two days ago, he failed in his mission and died.

New personnel have not yet been filled in and the agency has been busy the past two days, so his belongings are still on the bed, unpacked.

The superhero comic book cover glowed abnormally under the flashing alarm lights.

The alien looked at it for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed.

When the people in the next room saw him like this, they were busy greeting him: "Old Li. ...... Hey, hey! Old Li, what are you doing, you don't want to live?"

The psychic known as "Old Li" made a deep snoring sound.

The alien who beckoned him seemed to understand something, stared at him with strange eyes for a while, also backed up from the door, sat down on the bed, half silent, and fell back to sleep.

The "manager" hurried to count the number of people ready to form a team, found that these two people actually did not get up, and took the iron bar and hit the railings: "What are you doing? Get up! Didn't you hear the alarm?"

The two lay in bed, motionless, snoring like thunder.

The "master" immediately activated a slight current as a warning.

The alien next door held up hard, while Old Lee had a jolt and got up from the bed.

The "manager" waved the control panel and shouted: "Don't you understand human language? Get up!"

Old Li silently watched him, a fierce hand, his arms will be rubber-like flying out of the air, in the "principal" neck wrapped around a few, pulled back, "principal" forehead local knocked on the railings, blood flowing like water, immediately passed out.

Old Lee laid down and turned over to sleep.

The other alien next door yelled at him, "Are you crazy? If we don't get them back, they'll tell the public what we did here and we'll be finished! We'll become murderers! We--"

Old Li clenched his fist.

Seventy-six aliens ......

If, that is, they can get out ......

If only, they could make everything that happens here public ......

Old Li opened his eyes and said word for word: "I'd rather go to the outside prison, squatting on four hundred years or the death penalty. At least than living here ...... to look like a person."

Not only the old Li this place.

There were similar small riots in many places, with constant friction between the psychics and the "mastermind", and occasional roars of anger and groans of electric shock.

But the "master" does not dare to activate the anesthesia and poison injection function easily.

These people are just negative idleness, not yet to the extent of serious violations of regulations, if killed, can not account for, if marijuana - drunk, equal to self-defeating warfare.

Not far from the dormitory area, the chief of the "managers" hissed into the intercom: "Don't open the door! They're very unstable right now!"

On the other side of the phone was the anxious voice of the head of the emergency response department, "If we don't open the door, should we let those psychics run away?!"

"If we open the door, I don't know how many rebellious aliens there will be! If this side also falls into riot - riot, it will be the end!"

The minister's roar trembled to a pitch: "Then let that group escape? If we let them escape, we'll be in big-trouble too!"

The two phases stalemated, the chief hung up the communication and swept his gaze to a face in a metal cage.

Some of them lie in bed and pretend to sleep, and at a glance it is clear that they simply do not want to go out.

Some people watch others fool around with a numb face and wonder what they are thinking.

Some looked like they were genuinely angry and volunteered to catch the defectors, but did they know that this was not their chance to escape?

The faces all look so suspicious.

The chief executive had an unbearable headache and scratched his hair in annoyance.

To release, or not to release?

With a few hesitations, the best time has been lost.

He vented like stomping his feet a few times in anger, and finally let out a long sigh of hopelessness.

...... is finished.

This time, it may really go badly.

On the other hand, the top of the International Anthem all the way out of the Alter Ego, sweeping away all the human guards along the way.

Occasional encounters with small detachments of psychics were also pushed aside by the flood of these seventy-five people.

...... has never had any savior, nor any divine emperor.

As the line is sung, a shifter guarding the window is pinned to the ground by Xiaochi Chi's air.

The window was broken and the aliens came out one by one.

The weather outside is very bad, pouring rain, as if the sky was shattered a mouth, splashing lala ripped through the lightning, snow white, brilliant purple, see the heart alarming.

Unlike the virtual world of consciousness, clear and cloudless, all year round, the sky is tile blue, clear clouds, fake to the point of disgust.

The alien's feet landed in the thin muddy water and darted forward.

The rainwater that pours into the mouth of

The teenager who was able to manipulate the radio had switched the song to the next pure track called "Fearless", with a slightly depressing tone and a tight rhythm that harmonized with their pace.

In the pouring rain, Xiaochi Chi carried Rou Zhao, who was still unconscious, and asked Ying Lou in a loud voice, "Is the tracking function of the collar still on?"

Ying Lou shouted to Xiaochi Chi, "Don't worry! These collars are not the same as the official ones, they are unapproved, only the ...... surviving aliens will be declared upwards for registration and replaced with the official collars to become their slaves - these unofficial collars can only be used within the institution and cannot perform remote control! As soon as they leave this range, they are useless!"

Xiaochi Chi body was drenched with rainwater, the days of repression, anger, dark fire, by a handful of rainwater all doused!

They are only one layer of a two-story high grid away from freedom!!!

The dozen or so humans tending the grid stood overhead, armed with guns-arms, trying to strafe.

Single double single-leg step out, slightly squatting, shouting angrily, their hands gun - weapon should fall, an alien with the ability to insulate the hands hold the power grid, instantly activated the ability, three feet around the current will be blocked out, the force of the girl's hands in front of the face, rushed forward -

With a loud bang, the power grid was knocked out of a huge gaping hole.

The crowd went forward and backward, running to that escape through the entrance.

There were also people who did not even escape at the first opportunity.

There were about ten people who directed their attention to a huge statue not far from the escape.

That's the statue of the institution.

A God holding scales, representing a just verdict.

Every person sent to the institution has seen this statue in a desperate struggle and hiss.

The statues are placed in all parts of the institution. In the "capsule" compartment, there is a floating statue; in the electroshock room, there is a reduced statue; in the center of the playground, there is this huge statue.

The gods, symbols of education and fairness, stare at them coldly, never once reaching out for help.

...... as if they were born guilty.

In the magnificent female chant of "Fearless", the huge statue was toppled to the ground and smashed to pieces by a dozen angry aliens.

Among them, there is that fire woman.

The blazing fire on the fire woman, any rain is difficult to put out.

She stepped on the shattered head of the statue, lowered her eyes for a moment to stare coldly, and kicked the head away.

And Xiaochi Chi, after burrowing out of the grid, took out the locked spirit bottle that carried countless broken souls.

Over the sound of the pouring rain, he whispered, "Go back."

"Go back to see your loved ones, kill your enemies, it's all up to you. I have all the information you want, and I will give it to you."

"But there is very little you can do. With only some of your energy left and no body to carry it, there is a chance that you will dissipate halfway through. Do what you think is worth doing, and don't waste your last hours of light."

Saying that, he opened the bottle.

Countless firefly-like broken spirit from the bottle struggling out, mayfly also like, floating down the wind.

Some just encountered the cold rain completely collapsed, some are like meteors, in the blink of an eye, there is no trace, and some even took on human form, hastily bowed to Xiaochi Chi, and then dissipated in the wind.

At least, they die in this world of people.

......

A middle-aged man walks up to the door of a familiar home, and as he reaches out to knock, his fingertips pass through the security door.

He let out a small sigh and stepped inside.

The window was left open, and the wind ruffled the curtains and the small wind chimes hanging on the window.

The man went upstairs and watched his sleeping son.

Three years later, his son still has a photo of them together on his bedside from the first time he took him to a baseball game, but with an additional guitar, supposedly a new hobby.

The son slept soundly, the man did not dare to do much, just touched his hand.

If it wasn't for the fear of discrimination against his son at school, he wouldn't have hidden his identity as a psychic.

He gave a slight sigh, and although the regret in his heart was there, it was much lighter.

He went to his wife's room.

There was already a new pair of men's slippers by his wife's bedside, and the wedding photo on the wall had been changed.

She lay in her new husband's arms, her brow lightly furrowed, tears in the corners of her eyes, wondering if she had dreamed of her husband, who had been pronounced dead three years earlier.

The man stood quietly in front of the bed for a while before it dawned on him that this might scare his wife and he took a few steps backwards, half of his body embedded in the wall.

He lifted his hand and looked despondent.

When he was escorted into the institution, his wedding ring had been on his hand for more than ten years and could not be removed with soap and water, so he was allowed to wear it into the institution.

Now, as a conscious body, he managed to shed the ring on his hand.

He came back this time to return it.

He placed the ring gently on the bedside table, kissed it silently and wordlessly, and was careful not to touch his wife who no longer belonged to him.

After doing everything, he chose to leave.

The man standing on the street looked back at the house that could be called "home" and bowed deeply, and then his form disappeared under the streetlight like a melted shadow.

The ring he had placed on the nightstand also disappeared without a trace along with him.

......

Another shadow, too, stood in front of a bed.

In front of the bed lay her brother, a ten-year-old child.

He was holding in his arms the birthday present she gave him two years ago, a teddy bear.

At that time, he argued that he did not want such a girly gift, want Lego, so angry that she did not talk to him for two days.

On the third day, her psychic powers awakened.

She gently stroked her brother's little curls, left his room, and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife.

She carried the knife and walked step by step to the other room, her ears filled with the chaos of that day when the agency came to arrest her.

"Brother!!! Dad, mom, help me, help me-"

"You do not take my sister away! My sister is good, good to anyone, she will not harm people, uncle and aunt I promise you OK, I beg you, don't take my sister away ......"

"Brother, let go of your hand! This said badly infected! Infected her, and then infected you, mom do not want to live ah."

"His mother, take the brother away! My daughter is in your hands, she's been rebellious since she was a child, and we have a headache, if she has powers, we don't know how much trouble she'll get into! If she doesn't listen to you, just teach her a lesson, beat her, scold her, it's up to you."

At this moment, the girl stood in front of the door of her parents' room, stood quietly for a moment, and entered the room.

......

On the other side, a man who had just exited the live room fell to the ground, his face full of fear, his body shaking violently like a pendulum, and the spilled cola flowed stickily all over the floor.

A 24 or 5 year old woman with a pretty face stood in front of him with ghost-like charm in her eyebrows, "Do you remember me."

The man's legs trembled: "I don't ...... how did you get in ......"

The woman squatted in front of him: "You do not remember, but I remember your ID, to death I remember."

"You say to the alien who killed me, come all the way, day her, what are you waiting for."

"Someone called you names and said you were sick."

"Her blood, you say, and it can't splash on me. Dead is dead, isn't it?"

A desperate whimper escaped the man's throat.

"That's why I'm here." The woman said slowly, "How do you want to die?"

"...... I'll let you choose."

All of this happened in the next short night.

Xiaochi Chi is still outside the institution, unable to anticipate the story that is about to unfold in every corner of the world.

He spat out the rainwater in his mouth and put away the spirit-locked bottle, "Is this good or bad?"

Ying Lou said, "That's their business. We still have our mission."

The two said in the same breath, "Jiao Qingguang."

When they said that, both of them laughed instead.

Ying Lou : "Are we going to find him?"

Xiaochi Chi looked at the sky: "Let's wait until dawn. Wait until dawn, our full video of the intranet and extranet are all posted, he will naturally know."