The alarm at the main control console cut through the noise of the celebration party.

Mou Xuan pushed away the hemostatic patch handed to him by Chen Yao, and his blood-stained tactical gloves drew five dark red tracks on the operating table.

In the twelve monitoring windows that popped up on the holographic screen, the ground-penetrating radar image of the sewage treatment plant was flashing wildly, and a red light spot similar to a human heart beat once every thirty seconds.

"The coordinates of the liquid nitrogen tank are correct." Chen Yao tore open the new medical kit with her teeth. "I welded the pressure relief valve shut with my own hands three days ago."

"But the life detector will not lie." Mou Xuan called up the satellite cloud map, and the city drainage system washed by heavy rain appeared on the screen like blood vessels.

When he superimposed the enemy leader's DNA map, the blue dots that were supposed to be frozen were slowly multiplying.

The airtight door of the command room suddenly opened, and Analyst Yu squeezed in with three tablets in his arms, his black-framed glasses hanging askew on his nose: "Fifteen minutes ago, the encrypted frequency band intercepted by the Third Intelligence Group decreased by 37%."

Mou Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.

He noticed that the blood on the cuffs of his combat uniform left a light pink afterimage on the virtual keys when it touched the holographic keyboard - just like the amount of intelligence they were losing.

"It's not a conventional signal shielding." Analyst Yu put three tablets together to form a triangle, with waveforms of different colors jumping on them. "The other party has changed at least six encryption methods. The information station in the southern city area even has quantum communication noise."

Chen Yao suddenly slammed the oil-stained wrench on the operating table.

When the vibration from the wrench hitting the metal table reached the back of Mou Xuan's hand, he happened to see seven green spots of light on the holographic map go out at the same time - those were the eavesdropping posts set up by the Alliance on the outskirts of the city.

"Messenger Qi!" Mou Xuan turned around with a bloody movement, "Go to the underground black market at the old train station and check the communication chips that have been circulated in the past three days."

The young man who was wiping his bayonet suddenly stood up, and the enemy badges hanging on the soldier's belt jingled.

As he grabbed the backpack containing the signal sniffer, he let the contact person shiver and hand him hot cocoa, but he poured it on the hot gun barrel.

"Twenty minutes." Messenger Qi crumpled the empty paper cup into a ball and threw it into the trash can. There was still a half piece of electronic component embedded in the bullet hole on the shoulder of the bulletproof vest. "If the positioning pulse is not sent back, remember to burn some quantum batteries for me as paper money."

Mou Xuan watched the airtight door close again, and a flashing red dot immediately appeared on the city model on the holographic sand table.

When the red dot passed through two blocks, he suddenly reached out and pressed a control key that Chen Yao wanted to touch: "You stay here and make the intercepted enemy communications into a behavioral model."

"It's time to replace the hemostatic gel on your left shoulder." Chen Yao's nails scratched the electronic interface on the back of his neck, revealing the metallic bionic skin at the tear in the combat uniform. "Also, the neurosuppressant that Inspector Cai found in the medical room..."

"Wait until the red dot stops moving." Mou Xuan cut open the hidden storage layer on the inside of his arm and swallowed three military stimulants.

As the bitter pill melted in his throat, the twelve screens in front of him were suddenly covered with a light blue filter - this was the signal for Messenger Qi to activate optical camouflage.

The neon tubes of the underground black market were buzzing.

Messenger Qi squatted in a rusty ventilation duct, and his military eyepiece analyzed the crowd below into countless red outlines.

As he saw the seventh buyer wearing a snake ring walk by, the signal sniffer suddenly vibrated in his palm - seventeen encrypted frequency bands were flowing under the trading desk.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, and the focus of the tactical eyepiece adjusted automatically.

After being magnified forty times, the disassembled communication chips revealed extremely subtle winged python patterns, which were exactly the same as the mechanical prosthetic totem he had obtained three days ago.

The guard disguised as a beggar suddenly pressed the microphone.

The moment the opponent touched his lower back, Messenger Qi jumped down the ventilation duct and accurately kicked the two surveillance probes with his camouflage combat boots.

As his body knocked over the third trading desk, the nano-drone hidden in his sleeve had already drilled into the nearest computer interface.

"Southeast corner!" A hoarse voice was particularly harsh amid the alarm, "It's the mad dog of the Alliance!"

Messenger Qi rolled over to avoid the electric shock net and stuck the signal sniffer on the load-bearing column.

When the sniffer began to flash green lights frantically, he realized that he was surrounded by twenty-seven heat sources - far more than the defense force estimated by intelligence.

"Now that I'm here." He grinned and pulled open his tactical vest, revealing a chest full of high-explosive detonators. "Guess what the detonation code is?"

There was a commotion in the crowd for half a second.

Messenger Qi took the opportunity to break through the fire glass and rushed to the sewer entrance with red alarm lights all over his body.

In the last image sent back by the nano drone, at least eight mysterious buyers were destroying transaction records.

"The red dot has started to move." Chen Yao projected the analysis report onto the bulletproof glass, the blood-stained bandage fluttering on her wrist, "According to the pulse signal sent back by Messenger Qi, the enemy has activated bio-encryption technology."

Mou Xuan stared at the progress bar showing the permeability breaking through the critical value, and a fresh smell of blood surged into his nostrils again.

When Chen Yao pressed his carotid artery with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, he happened to see a new warning pop up on the main control console - the vital signs underground in the sewage treatment plant suddenly split into two identical signal sources.

"It's not resurrection." Chen Yao's pupils turned blue under the flow of data, "It's replication." No need to modify

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Chen Yao's fingertips tapped rapidly on the holographic keyboard, leaving a trail of afterimages, and her frown was reflected on the bulletproof glass.

When Mou Xuan reached out to adjust the data model for the third time, the ends of her hair brushed across his bleeding bandage, and the smell of disinfectant alcohol mixed with rust spread between the two of them.

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