The Doomsday Chef

Chapter 394: Broken Arm
Su Mo wanted to get up from the ground, but her ears moved. The moment she heard the trigger being pulled, she got up and kicked away the place next to it that looked like an archive room and fell into it.

The explosion did not shake the channel, but the violent noise made Su Mo's ears temporarily deaf.

The massive loss of blood from her body made her complexion almost pale.

But now she can't heal herself, and she can't take out Zijuan tea, and there is a risk of exposure in this place full of surveillance.

How to do?
She lay on her back behind the shelf and stared at the ceiling, hearing the voice of the other party getting closer and closer, her eyes suddenly lit up.

That's a vent!
Because deep in the ground, the laboratory has a perfect ventilation system, which will bring her a little life!
She stepped on the data shelf, and with a single pull, she tore down the blinds that blocked the entire air vent. With only the strength of one hand, she supported herself and climbed in.

It is so small that it can only accommodate her who is thin and weak, crawling forward.

The bald man with the gun walked into the reference room, and saw the air vent that had been torn off at a glance, and he immediately shot at it.

Several holes passed through Su Mo's thigh, scratching her skin.

But she was advancing very fast, and her hearing was at its peak in the operation of the exhaust system.

The president, who had been sitting in the luxurious room, stared at the monitor in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom.

Some small, chattering voices reached Su Mo's ears.

The fact that she was farther away from the strong man meant that she was getting closer to the central control room or the residence of the president.

The violent flow of blood would cause her to go into shock quickly. There is no monitoring here. She took out jasmine tea and Biluochun from the system bag and drank it immediately.

With the addition of a small amount of Zijuan tea, her physical injuries are rapidly recovering.

He lowered his head and glanced at the shoulder that was not bleeding. The right arm below the shoulder was gone, and only some skin and flesh were left.

She bit her lip and moved on.

With the huge ventilation system, she went around many places before slowly approaching the central control room.

All the monitors and psychics couldn't find Su Mo. It was that mighty bald man who went around a few times but found nothing.

Her system can block psychic abilities, like a ghost hiding in the dark, making it impossible for people to do anything.

In front, the ventilation fan roared, to a certain extent, covering up the sound of Su Mo's climbing.

She hid in the dark through the constantly turning leaves, and saw the dazzling white below.

On the table are various high-end monitors made of glass screens, distributed in a circle, and many screens are switching on them, all of whom are looking for Su Mo.

A large number of troops have been sent to protect the president, here, there are only a few sporadic people with supernatural powers.

She glanced down carefully, and the panoramic view of the laboratory appeared on the glass display screen. When she pulled into the distance of sight, the traces of the activities of the characters on each floor were clearly projected on it.

Su Mo imprinted the drawing firmly in her heart, and then she took out the Tang Dao. The movement of her left hand was a little unnatural, but she still pointed it at the front ventilation fan and stuck it in.

In such a deep formation, if there is a problem with the air outlet, it is natural that someone will check it immediately.

Soon, the people below discovered that the air had stopped flowing, and something was wrong.

"What happened to the ventilation system in the control room?"

"There is a big exhaust vent that is stuck," someone replied after a while of operation.

"I'll go and have a look." A soldier walked under the exhaust vent and was about to look up.

The air vent on the top of the head was kicked down by Su Mo, and it hit the man's head directly.

Su Mo jumped down, and the other party was regarded as a step by her.

"Ah! Shoot! Shoot! Call the soldiers!"

A few controllers frantically took out their pistols and fired at Su Mo with bang bang bang.

On her arm, the huge wooden shield re-condensed, and the figure was incredibly fast. Even with only one right hand left, she could quickly retract the shield and pick up the Tang knife and throw it at the head of the person closest to her.

The opponent couldn't dodge in time, a bullet hit the ceiling, and the knife cut off his head directly.

Su Mo used his supernatural power again, and after staring at a soldier with his plain and unwavering eyes, the opponent's head exploded directly, and the glass display screen not far in front of him was splattered with blood.

More than half of the more than a dozen consoles controlling the entire laboratory were destroyed by Su Mo's direct violence, and everyone died.

Some were lying on the table, and some were covered with glass shards.

She is like a killing god soaked in blood, standing in front of the stage, she doesn't understand most of the operation buttons.

But only a few, but understand.

"Start the countdown to self-explosion, 5 days".

"Insufficient authorization to change".

"Insufficient authorization to change".

Su Mo's face darkened. Do you want the president?
The monitor in the corridor started to turn, and Su Mo locked the president's room.

When support arrived, she disappeared into the ventilation tunnel again.

This time, she aimed precisely and moved forward rapidly.

After crawling through the ventilation ducts for a while, she found her final target.

The culprit that caused this world.

Precious tables and sofas, meticulous hairstyles, and a glass of whiskey in hand.

Through the exhaust fan, she quietly stared at the people below.

He was looking at the screen, as if observing her movements at any time.

Su Mo's feet were tightly attached to the aluminum iron walls on both sides by friction. Because of the long-time running and killing, the sweat mixed with blood on her body was reducing her friction, and her body kept sliding.

Under the vent, someone pushed the door and came in.

It was the man who blasted Su Mo's arm with a gun in front.

The president's landline just heard a voice, it was a call from the central control room.

He hung up the phone and told the person in front of him, "She must have come down from there, you go and intercept her."

"Yes".

Following the strong man's steps, Su Mo kept sliding down, and soon the fan would get stuck on her feet, crushing her ankles.

As the door was closed again, under her gaze, a drop of sweat fell from the tip of her nose, passed through the fan, and dripped onto the head below.

The president paused with his hand holding the cup, panic was evident in his eyes.

Just as he was about to call out for someone to come over, Su Mo directly threw down the Tang Dao in his hand and stuck the fan, repeating the method in the laboratory, and directly entered violently.

"save!.."

Without giving him a chance to shout, a spindle-like wooden vine condensed from Su Mo's right shoulder instead of his right hand, and pierced him directly from the top of his head.

Without the baptism of the virus, without the escort of supernatural powers, these people are like rats in the gutter, fragile and vulnerable.

(End of this chapter)