pertwk Chapter 69 Plasma Cutting Equipment
Chapter 69 Plasma Cutting Equipment
Chapter 63 Plasma Cutter (Third Update)
"Bang! Bang!"
A dull thud and gunshots came from outside the door, accompanied by the monster's sickening roar.
Hendrix leaned against the hatch, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
The barrel of the large-caliber pistol in his hand was already hot. Although each bullet could pierce a hole in the monster, this thing was so incredibly resilient that it defied logic.
It seems to have no pain receptors; even with broken bones, it can still move by dragging its muscles, and even with its internal organs ruptured, it can still continue to roar.
Hendricks felt as if the space between his thumb and forefinger had been cracked.
He missed his standard equipment at the Federal Bureau of Control terribly.
"If only Taikooya hadn't been in this mess —"
Hendrix gritted his teeth and yelled at Altman inside the door, "Doctor! You'd better hurry! My bullets aren't unlimited!"
"If headquarters hadn't cut off supplies, and I hadn't been unable to bring out that service weapon, I would have activated its piercing mode right now and blasted it to smithereens! Or let it taste our Hedren Gravity Grenade!"
"I'm looking! I'm looking!"
Altman was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan in the room.
This so-called "sample processing room" had actually become a chaotic junkyard. Scattered documents, broken test tubes, and various unidentified mechanical parts were everywhere.
Clearly, Commissioner Smith was not only corrupt, but also a terrible warehouse manager.
"No, this isn't it—this is a microscope—"
"No, it's not this either—damn it, is this a wine opener? Why would they have something like this?!"
"It's not here—it's not here either—"
Altman frantically rummaged through each shelf.
The banging outside the door grew more and more intense, and the heavy metal door began to deform, as if it would be torn open at any moment.
"Damn it! These incompetent scum! They've used taxpayers' money to buy a bunch of junk!"
Altman roared in despair, grabbed a metal shelf next to him in a fit of rage, and yanked it off.
"Splash—!"
The shelves collapsed, and the debris on them poured down like an avalanche.
Just when he was about to give up on himself.
"Thump!"
Something heavy slid off the top shelf and landed squarely on Altman’s forehead.
"Ouch! Fuck!"
Altman was in excruciating pain, seeing stars, and crouched down, clutching his forehead. Blood immediately began to flow.
He opened his eyes angrily, wanting to see which fool was trying to murder him at the last minute.
However, when he looked closely—
Lying on the floor is a uniquely shaped industrial handheld device with three parallel laser sights. Its handle is wide, and the front end has a distinctive rotating cutout.
Under the fluorescent lights, it exudes an expensive luster that could be described as "a multi-million dollar budget".
"Wait—the plasma cutter!"
Ignoring the large bag on his head, Altman grabbed the heavy tool as if he had seen water in the desert.
It feels quite heavy when you hold it, and the energy indicator light is still on! Fully charged!
"Found it! Hendrix! I found it!"
Altman yelled, grabbed the cutter, and rushed toward the door.
Just then.
"boom!"
The overburdened hatch was finally forced open.
Hendrix was thrown in by the enormous impact and crashed heavily to the ground.
Before he could even get up, the monster named Stevens pounced on him.
The pair of sharp bone blades were raised high, aimed at Hendrix's neck, and foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the agent's face.
"Fire! Altman!"
Hendrix held onto the monster's arms tightly, but he was, after all, only a mortal, and his strength was rapidly fading.
He looked at Altman, who stood a few meters away, holding the cutter and looking completely lost, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't panic! Aim at it! This thing has no recoil!"
"But—but you're down there! What if—" Altman's hands were trembling, and the three-point laser sight swung wildly between the monster and Hendrix.
"Leave me alone! I have full medical insurance! FBC's medical insurance can even put a head back on after it's been severed! This little injury is nothing!"
The bone blade had pierced through Hendrix's protective suit on his shoulder, and blood was seeping out.
"Even if I lose an arm or a leg, I can claim it as a workers' injury! Start the fire! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"
"Die, you monster!"
Upon hearing these words, Altman's last line of defense crumbled.
He gritted his teeth, held his breath, and aimed the three-point sight at the monster's shoulder joint.
Pull the trigger.
"Sizzle—!!"
A dazzling plasma beam carrying extremely high temperatures shot out instantly.
That wasn't a bullet; that was pure energy.
Under the cutting heat of thousands of degrees, the necromancer's hard mutated bones and muscles became as fragile as a hot knife cutting butter.
"Pfft!"
The monster's left arm snapped off instantly, the cut smooth as a mirror, and even instantly charred to stop the bleeding.
Then came the second shot.
The right arm was broken.
The monster's body suddenly sank as it lost its support.
Altman was now in a state of adrenaline rush. He didn't stop, but instead aimed his crosshair at the monster's neck.
The third shot.
The head rolled off.
Finally, the legs.
In just three seconds, this once arrogant killing machine was torn to pieces, turning into a pile of smoking minced meat.
Hendricks abruptly pushed away the mangled body on top of him, gasping for breath.
He glanced at the wound on his shoulder, then at the twitching limbs on the ground, and finally at Altman, who was still smoking in his hand.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Hendrix wiped the blood from his face and gave an ugly smile: "Ha—I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with prosthetic limbs. I didn't expect you, you nerd, to have such good marksmanship, managing to dodge me perfectly."
He pushed himself up from the floor, staggering slightly, but his tone was much more relaxed: "What a pity, it seems that huge workers' compensation payment is gone. I was planning to use that money to buy a villa with a swimming pool in Miami."
Altman's hands were still trembling. He looked at the pieces of flesh on the ground and felt nauseous, but when he heard Hendricks's teasing, he couldn't help but retort, "Come on, with your life, even if you bought a villa, it would just be for your ex-wife to live in."
"Hey, that was a bit hurtful—"
Hendrix was about to retort when suddenly his ears twitched, and his face instantly darkened.
"Wait, shut up."
"Did you hear that?"
A faint, dense rustling sound came from the ventilation ducts from all directions.
It looked like countless mice crawling, or like some kind of arthropod rubbing its shell.
"Damn it! It's that kind of monster from before!"
Hendricks looked sharply at the ceiling, where a loud bang came from as the vent grille was violently smashed open.
"A huge number! That damned divine seal—did it transform all the corpses in the entire base?"
One, two, three —
More and more deformed figures emerged from the shadows. Some crawled on the walls, others dragged their mutilated bodies, their pale eyes fixed intently on the two people.
"Run! There's no time for idle chatter this time!"
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