The supervisor does not die from a debt

It can be used as a spare device at ordinary times, and it can be used to hide in an emergency. Sounds great, right? Alreus thought while adjusting the drill in his hand, leaning on a bunch of temporary roadblocks.

And beside him, Feizheng half-kneeled behind the obstacle, and flew past her the weird ammunition that would emit strange screams. She didn't care, and she could even continue to use the "Sheng Xuan" and Those damn bugs shoot at each other.

Occasionally, ammunition hit her, and she was just bitten through that suit and lost its activity, as if she was dead, unable to cause more damage.

Alreus sighed and continued to adjust the drill in his hand. This thing is very useful. As long as he is given enough time, no matter what anomaly, it is impossible to ignore the damage from this weapon-unless they feel that they will not be Drill through.

But unfortunately, so far, there is nothing that the drill cannot penetrate. If there is, it can only show that he is not strong enough and needs to work harder.

Thinking of this, Alreus instantly jumped and turned over, holding a knife insect in the air that was jumping over and planning to rush into the defensive line. The drill in his hand roared, and numerous brilliant sparks burst out on its chest shell. .

The insect roared and swung its sickle, leaving deep marks on Alreus’ head submersible and diving suit, and even cut through the protection to directly damage the employees’ bodies, but Alreus pressed it to the ground. Break it down and promise not to stop.

This situation also occurs in other parts of the company. Employees with remote weapons can choose how to fly kites based on their training and abnormal armed abilities, but employees with melee weapons... Then go up. Head-to-head, it's not that you can't win.

Moreover, the company has spread the damaged repair facilities from the lobby to the promenade. As long as the time is delayed long enough, the supervisor is watching himself, defeating these things is only a matter of minutes.

...And, employees with higher-level anomalous weapons have not yet joined the suppression. You must know whether it is [Magic Bullet] or those A-level anomalous weapons, for anomalous derivatives of this level, basically meeting them is for nothing. , There is no resistance.

For example, in the Welfare Department.

Griffiyin stood on a piece of equipment and looked obliquely downwards. The R&D department added an additional laser sighting device to her. In this way, whether there is anyone in front of the trajectory and whether he can shoot, It's really clear...The premise is that she doesn't shoot blindly.

Fortunately, until today, she has never really killed her. The price is that the same level/higher anomalies that this [Magic Bullet] suppressed are also pitiful, completely wasting its extremely high output.

The supervisor doesn't seem to care about this issue, just working many times and repeatedly telling her when the armed is abnormal, it doesn't matter to waste output, the important thing is not to reverse Q... wrong, don't reverse or aim at your own person.

Griffith carefully remembered the supervisor's words, so she had been waiting for the opportunity to shoot-and then at the moment when the first gunworm appeared, she pulled the trigger.

The ammunition that can penetrate everything ignores the distance, hits the bug instantly, penetrates its skull and tailbone, and then hits the door. After making a loud noise, it leaves an abnormal wreckage.

Then, Griffith immediately erected his weapon, waiting for the opportunity to shoot the next time.

Compared with this side, as the newly opened disciplinary department, the subjective defensive awareness and center of gravity are naturally more inclined-Justin, who holds the [Al.Fine] full set of weapons, is standing at the entrance of the hall, slashing a small monster.

It's really a stab, crossing a total of three levels of suppression from A-level to Kaph-level, swinging a two-handed sword to play a beautiful music that can only be heard by the holder, and then bring out a piece of white damage.

The illusory damage actually boiled the gunworm brain, and it twitched a few times and then died instantly. After falling to the ground, the weapon hung on its arm squirmed a few times.

Then he lost his life completely.

…………

...

The supervisor sat peacefully in the chair, looking calm, and even had free time to drink and eat a biscuit (sweet to death).

"Idiot human, didn't you just worry about the situation. Why are you suddenly calming down now... Are you crazy?"

The mercury lamp sits on the monitor. Although the supervisor’s arms are comfortable to sit on, it’s boring to sit for a long time, and it’s annoying to turn your head to talk.

Shrugging, the supervisor took another sip of his drink: "How could it be possible, unless I suddenly tore my clothes and perform a handstand walk in the office, otherwise I am not crazy. I can only say that since the tactics have been worked out, don’t Doubt and apply it in practice."

"Not only do I not panic now, I even plan to ask employees to trouble [Smiling Corpse Mountain] immediately after the suppression, and let it get out and beaten... Well, that's it."

Of course, the supervisor did not swell so much, he suddenly picked up the gun and handed it to the mercury lamp: "Can you hold it? Then lift it up, can it be done?"

Then I saw that the mercury lamp was holding the gun which was very common to the supervisor with both hands like a gun rack, and then staring at the supervisor with a foolish look, making him touch his nose and look to the side.

"It seems that you intend to let a doll pull the trigger for you to make up for your inability to apply the power of the supervisor during the time of'armed abnormal'. Although for the company, you only need to work from you. The company will follow the instructions unconditionally, but I don’t think that the dolls can do the job."

Chris’s voice was as cold as ever. After she pointed out this objectively, the supervisor took the weapon from the mercury lamp: "That’s not necessarily true. His Royal Highness is also a celebrity... Ah, in short, that’s what it means, in short... Ling Xian ?"

The screen was dragged to the Security Department, and Ling Xian was assigning a manual officer to cooperate with the staff to press'Amber Noon' on the ground and beat her violently. When the supervisor asked, she immediately turned and stood still.

"I'm here, do you have anything to tell?"

"The supervisor is equipped with a gun, right? You said that the company has many supervisors, not everyone can use this gun, right? Is there anything suitable for... this guy?"

Ling Xian tilted her head delicately, and then replied: "This is not the scope of my jurisdiction. You asked the wrong person. You can go to Miss Nepjiya for help after completing this round of suppression."

Shocked, didn't the security department fire the gun?

PS:...Some things, you will find that you can really refresh your mind after drinking. The problem is that the bottle says'maximum 1 bottle a day' which makes me very worried (yes, it is the health care)

PS4:...Alright, ask for a ticket, ask for a blade, ask for a reward!I'm so miserable if I can't open the pot (

Author's message:

PS:...Some things, you will find that you can really refresh your mind after drinking. The problem is that the bottle says'maximum 1 bottle a day' which makes me very worried (yes, it is the health care)

PS4:...Alright, ask for a ticket, ask for a blade, ask for a reward!I'm so miserable if I can't open the pot (

758. Brother sends a gun, A1 flashes a high

To be honest, Ling Xian has always given the supervisor a vigorous, reliable, and rather rigid image-of course, it is also very soft.

So when she said,'This is not my responsibility', the supervisor was still stunned, and pulled the screen to the middle level, and saw that Nepujiya was...er, hammering.

Cang-kang-kang smashed a piece of equipment. Although the hall was full of chaos, the bugs had already humiliated and were no longer a threat, so she didn’t have any pressure here, so she could use it to repair the equipment, um...it was normal.

"Hey? Director? Do you have anything to do? It's safe here. Everyone worked hard to minimize the loss, and even the number of minor injuries was quite small. In this way, maybe today can be early. After get off work, let everyone have a good rest!"

Seeing her energetic look, the supervisor subconsciously avoided her gaze...how do you say it, the supervisor is thinking about working overtime.

"Let's talk about that later, that's it. Ling Xian told me that if I want to pick a spare gun for this supervisor (pointing to the mercury lamp), I need to come to you. Although it is working time, I need it now. Do this because it can make the next action relatively easy."

After the supervisor finished speaking, Nepujiya put down the hammer: "Of course it’s okay, it’s okay! Um... I apply for an additional supervisor gun, the size is up to me... Please wait a moment? But some things are still for you. To be clear, because this does not mean that the ammunition is doubled! The residual ammunition is universal, so use it with caution."

Understand and understand, normal and normal.

Not long after, when all the "amber noon" in the company was suppressed and some people had already started cleaning, a robotic arm took the box, put it on the table and retracted it.

When I opened the box, I saw that the ratio of a hand was reduced a lot, but the small gun suitable for mercury lamp was lying in the black sponge.

"Stupid human, even if you give it to me, I may not be able to use it very well. You have to know that the so-called'suspend work' is the privilege of your fellow. What should I do if the aim is wrong or the ammunition is wrong. What?"

The mercury lamp subconsciously said this first, and then as if reacting, he hugged his arms around: "Moreover, I only need to do a good job of being able to see the invisible unit. Why do I have to do such a troublesome work... but also take risks. , There is no benefit at all."

This is the truth. For the mercury lamp, she has nothing to pursue. There are desserts and tea, and the supervisor has shown at least superficial respect, so of course it doesn’t matter if you put your hands on it. Now the supervisor hopes that she can really help. Suppression?

It's not that she doesn't want to take responsibility, on the contrary, it is precisely because of her sense of responsibility that Mercury Lantern will reject the supervisor's proposal. She has always remembered her identity-as a souvenir, presented to the supervisor's doll.

However, the supervisor shrugged: "Don't be nervous, it's because no one has tried it before, and I'm a little afraid that Chris would shoot the clerk when I was not prepared, so he chose you, Your Royal Highness~"

That voice was extremely disgusting, placed in the environment where the supervisor used to be, this kind of performance should be called...what is it called?

It seems to be licking?