13.14.15.
"Ding, 16th floor!"
The elevator's merciless electronic door sound, with the arrival of the elevator, slowly opened. Keli, to prevent the other party from using any anesthetic gas, put another mask over his existing one. Although he felt he could move even when being electrocuted, he probably wasn't afraid of anesthesia.
And greeting the elevator door was an object rapidly approaching.
In a situation where both sides know that opening the door means fighting, there will inevitably be a discrepancy.
Like two master swordsmen facing off, or two Western cowboys in a quickdraw competition.
The moment the door fully opens will certainly be the moment of mutual attack. So, the opponent, as the self-proclaimed superior firepower, will undoubtedly seek cover.
And the opponent probably also thought Keli would hide to the side of the elevator, seeking to avoid being hit by the first round of gunfire.
Keli speculated that the opponent might use items like grenades, supplemented by gunfire.
Keli's original plan was to retreat to the side with the elevator door, making the opponent think he was dodging, and then, once the door opened enough for one person to pass, directly roll out.
But he didn't expect that the opponent would only let the door open a crack, just wide enough to squeeze through sideways. Immediately after, Keli, with quick reflexes, covered his eyes with one hand and opened his mouth.
Damn it, the big hand controlling the elevator was still exerting force!
"Buzz!!"
A huge noise erupted, and all the sensor lights in the entire inpatient department lit up.
Even with three floors separating them and the elevator's soundproofing, some patients were abruptly startled awake from their sleep.
It was a flashbang! Flashbangs usually come with noise, making it convenient to temporarily deprive enemies of both sight and hearing simultaneously.
Even Keli felt a momentary ringing in his ears, but soon hurried footsteps and conversations entered his ears.
"Target flashed, proceed with arrest immediately!"
It seems they still harbored the idea of capturing him alive.
However, the moment the first team member, gun raised, rushed into the elevator door, what appeared around the corner was not a collapsed, unconscious person, but a meat cleaver chopping down head-on.
"Tsk, nice helmet."
Keli pulled out the knife, which had only cut the opponent's nose, and kicked out the still "dazed" corpse.
Then, carrying the shotgun, he rounded the corner and fired a shot.
This shotgun, sponsored by Nekiri Senzaemon, was modified. A single shot could fire two clusters of pellets, and it had a good ammunition capacity, being semi-automatic.
Of course, a shotgun isn't necessarily the optimal choice for short to medium-range combat, but it is indeed suitable for someone like Keli, whose shooting skills aren't particularly refined.
The huge firing sound, along with the projectiles bursting from the smoothbore, caused Keli, who was gripping the hospital elevator's unique handrail with one hand, and the elevator itself to shake with the recoil.
And the scattered pellets splattered onto those who couldn't retreat in time, blood spattering in the corridor.
Accompanied by screams, Keli appeared, weapon raised.
"Bang!"
The second shot fired, Keli paused, then immediately raised his knife and began to slaughter.
However, the opponents still had some ability to fight back, even appearing to have firearm combat training experience.
The few people around the corner instantly fired continuously at Keli.
Normally, Keli would start feigning death and then resurrecting.
But now that his physical fitness had improved, these pistols, loaded with who knows what small-caliber bullets, were no longer enough to make Keli unstable on his feet. As long as he could endure the tearing pain in his body, he could continue.
Adrenaline! Come out!
Then, the few people who had even emptied their magazines were horrified to discover that the opponent, despite being continuously shot, with blood holes appearing all over his body, was still wielding his weapon and moving forward.
The female project leader, watching this scene on the monitor, was dumbfounded.
No, which research institute's achievement are you? We're still here slowly researching how to use the data left from wartime and a very precious sample to keep people subservient through drugs and sex addiction. Progress is slow, and all the finished products lose their minds and are extremely dangerous.
You guys have already produced biochemical Cyborg , haven't you? With this kind of combat ability, taking bullets to the face and cleaving anti-riot helmets, are you next going to create Space Marines with a dozen modification surgeries, a chainsword in one hand, and a gun in the other? What are we even researching then, a market fair?
Seeing that the well-trained squad was completely annihilated by Keli in less than a few dozen seconds, dying faster than an heir under a well-trained doctor in Europa Universalis, and Keli had already started grabbing survivors and interrogating them by the window.
The broken-hearted research leader prepared to flee at light speed. The data was important, true, but her own life was more important!
She worked hard studying and researching to enjoy life, not to die in some corner.
"Execute data destruction!"
She gave an order and rushed out of an ordinary doctor's office on the second floor. She went down the stairs directly towards the outside.
"Damn it, if my location is really found out, it's over. Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department support is within 20 minutes… But I can wait outside for a bit. Maybe the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department can catch those guys, and I'll immediately report them to be kept as new experimental subjects."
At this moment, Keli, by the window, pushing a person inch by inch outwards, interrogating them about the mastermind, keenly spotted someone frantically running out from the brightly lit entrance of the hospital.
Keli didn't hesitate, he untied the shotgun he particularly liked and the belt from his waist and threw them to the ground, then directly leaped onto the windowsill with one foot.
"Wait! No! No! I really don't know!"
The interrogated person, realizing Keli's actions, let out a hysterical scream of panic.
In such a situation, the most important things are to destroy the data and kill the researchers. And if the data has already been uploaded to the cloud or similar places, the researchers must die.
Now the doors downstairs are locked, Kirito and the other person seem to be fighting or captured, and there's no message in the chat room.
The one running away in a panic downstairs might not be a research member, but these armed protectors might genuinely not know who the researchers are. At least one hospital executive must be caught, so guarding the exit is very important.
After all, if the data remains, they might do the same thing again at some time, in some place, and this time Keli might not necessarily find out.
Under the bright full moon of spring, Keli, on the balcony with the captured prisoner, lightly leaped.
Like a True Ancestor falling from a thousand-year castle, Keli slightly closed his eyes, then opened them, enjoying the wind in his ears and the rapidly passing scenery, enjoying the thrill that almost made his consciousness faint.
Downstairs, the person in charge, clutching a bag and running frantically, was conceptualizing how to proceed. The three known attackers: one locked on the top floor with the elevator and stairs unusable, the other two confined in the basement with the experimental subjects. There shouldn't be anything to fear… Bang!" She suddenly heard two loud thuds beside her.
She turned back in horror and saw two humanoid, bloody messes on the ground.
"Ah ah ah!"
She screamed in terror, startling the night security guards who were just here for their ordinary shift.
But then something even more terrifying happened: the puddle of blood and flesh wearing a patient's gown began to rapidly coalesce.
"Tsk! This knife definitely needs replacing later. It still hurts quite a bit."
Keli punched his ears, spitting out a bit of bloody foam, and moved the slowly rejoining bones in his body, looking at the seemingly refined woman in a white coat.
At this moment, Keli's eyes were perfectly normal, but in the eyes of the person in charge, his eyes seemed to possess a scarlet hue far surpassing those of the experimental subjects.