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As the steel doors closed behind him, only Zero was left of the platform at the entrance of the work area.

There were also corpses strewn all over the place. Judging from the clothes they wore, most of them were ordinary residents of the base.

Their deaths were tragic and rapid.

The body was lying on its back on the workbench, lying on the floor, strangled by a cable, or wedged into the wall by a sharp object.

The power supply in the base was damaged, and the lighting equipment was completely disabled. Only the emergency red warning lights flickered. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on noveⅼfire.net

Under the red light, the blood that flowed out from the corpses formed a pool of blood.

The blood was already beginning to thicken, and walking across the platform, his boots stained with blood, it was like walking in hell.

As he turned the corner into the corridor leading to the living area, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the entrance to the passage lay a few bodies, dressed as soldiers.