The negotiation table was shaking in the third oil storage tank of the abandoned refinery, and Mou Xuan used tactical gloves to wipe away the frost on the glass surface.

The coordinates of the seventeen sniper points danced on his retina like fireflies, and the mycelial network rustled in his cochlea.

"30 tons of liquid oxygen for two truckloads of antibiotics?" Representative Tao slapped his electronic seal on the rusty pipe. "Chief Qi, are you treating us like we're playing house in a children's park?"

Zheng Moushi's crocodile leather shoes crushed a parasitic beetle, and the sticky juice corroded his chemical protective suit and produced green smoke: "I heard that three of your alliance's mycelium culture tanks exploded yesterday. Do you want to smell the smell in our transport truck?" He opened the tablet computer and saw the rows of silver gas tanks in the vehicle monitoring system were oozing blood.

Mou Xuan suddenly pressed Representative Tao's wrist.

The mycelium antidote on the tactical belt glowed blue, and the bloody tanks split into three layers in the retinal imaging - the outermost layer was frozen plasma, the middle layer was wrapped in nerve-paralyzing gas, and the densely packed insect eggs in the core module were hatching.

"I heard that Mr. Zheng likes to collect antique watches." Mou Xuan used the tip of the dagger to pick up the other party's cufflinks. The frequency of the second hand's beating was completely synchronized with the sound of the motorcade monitored by the mycelium network. "Why not gamble and see if your timed blasting device will explode first, or our liquid nitrogen truck will freeze the slug eggs first?"

Leader Qi suddenly overturned the conference table, and the holographic projector exploded into purple sparks in the air.

Six heavily armed soldiers broke open the iron gate and pointed their guns at Mou Xuan's eyebrows.

The Ice Rose that Chen Yao left in the ventilation duct suddenly began to play a recording, which was the voiceprint of Zheng Moushi instructing his men in the sewage pipe yesterday to "explode when they touch the gas tank."

"The single-layer grid roof of the Steel Bone City is quite unique." Mou Xuan flicked the empty box of nerve blocker into the other party's collar. The mycelium was proliferating wildly along the tire treads of the transport convoy. "Would you like to guess why the phosphorescence under the moonlight turns indigo?"

Representative Tao suddenly opened his bulletproof suit, and the mycelium sensors on his chest were flashing.

On the holographic map, the transport convoy that was supposed to take a detour suddenly turned around and headed for the refinery. The newly grown fluorescent mushrooms in the roof grid had already covered the entire cockpit.

A sticky squirming sound came from deep within the sewage pipe, and the scar on the back of Mou Xuan's neck suddenly cracked.

The nerve networks woven by hyphae pierced the skin, projecting the scene of that snowy night in the previous life onto the inner wall of the oil tank - the same negotiation location, the same gas tank oozing blood, and the moment when Tao's mouth was drilled by the parasite.

"There are eight minutes left." Mou Xuan suddenly pressed the negotiation list on Chief Qi's chemical protection mask. The mycelium was devouring the invisible spores on the paper. "It's enough time for you to hear the real cargo in the transport truck."

Chen Yao's ice arrow suddenly blew up the filter of the vent, and dozens of immature parasites fell onto the conference table.

The genetic codes that emerged on their backs matched the files of civilians who went missing in Cyborg City last week.

Black mucus suddenly oozed out of Zheng Moushi's pen, and the beeping sound of the mycelium antidote automatic injector and the ice crystal early warning device outside the oil tank sounded a double alarm.

When Mou Xuan tore open the negotiation agreement covered with spores, the trap distribution map printed with corpse oil on the back of the agreement was taking shape under the action of mycelium.

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The Adam's apple under Chief Qi's chemical protection mask rolled, making a metallic friction sound, and the crocodile leather heel of Advisor Zheng crushed three parasite larvae.

The buzzing sound of the mycelium antidote suddenly changed its tone, and translucent tentacles emerged from the cracked scar on the back of Mou Xuan's neck, turning the screams of the snowy night in the previous life into sharp alarm sounds.

"It seems that Chief Qi treats the negotiation table as a spawning room." Mou Xuan turned the dagger, and the cold light reflected from the blade just pierced the opponent's pupils.

The mycelium network suddenly burst into fluorescence on the inner wall of the oil tank. The ice crystals that were originally attached to the pipe began to grow along the folds of the negotiation list, freezing the trap map printed with corpse oil into a three-dimensional model.

Chen Yao's ice arrows blasted a second wave of ice fog at the vent, and the barrels of the six heavily-armored soldiers' guns were instantly covered with mycelium.

Representative Tao tore off his tie and threw it into the air. The monitoring network composed of mycelium sensors suddenly contracted, tearing the image of the transport convoy on the holographic map into pieces. The six heavy trucks that were supposed to be fully loaded with liquid oxygen were now spewing light pink spore clouds from the pressure relief valves.

"I heard that mechanical lungs are popular in Steel Bone City recently?" Mou Xuan suddenly lifted up Zheng Moushi's tie clip with the tip of a dagger. The metal surface reflected the twitching driver in the cab of the transport vehicle. "These improved versions of paralysis gas should be three times more expensive than the market price, right?"

Leader Qi's tactical gloves suddenly tore apart, and the parasite's tentacles emerged from between his fingers, entangled with the remains of the conference table.

The empty box of mycelium antidote produced a blue arc of electricity at Mou Xuan's fingertips, and the tentacles suddenly spasmed and retracted into the inner layer of the skin - the ice rose that Chen Yao buried in the ventilation duct last night was now mixing the improved version of the blocker into the condensation water circulation system.

"Five minutes and seventeen seconds left." Mou Xuan raised his foot and crushed a mutant slug. The fluorescent slime that burst out from the sole of his tactical boots formed a countdown in the air. "Mr. Zheng, do you want to guess why your blasting team ambushing in Area C suddenly started beating each other?"

There was a sudden sticky popping sound from the sewage pipe, and the mycelium sensors in Tao's bulletproof suit turned red collectively.

On the holographic map, the coordinates that should have belonged to their ambush points were being swallowed up by the blood-red mark - six of the seventeen sniper points suddenly turned their guns around, and what was shaking in the sights were the parasitic vesicles on the back of the necks of the Qi faction soldiers.

Chen Yao's sneer mixed with ice crystals fell on the wreckage of the negotiation table. The infrared marker she had buried in the chassis of the other party's transport vehicle three days ago was now projecting real-time images onto the mycelium network on top of the oil tank.

In the picture, twenty soldiers who were setting up a rocket launcher suddenly threw down their weapons and frantically scratched the seams of their chemical protective clothing where mushroom spores grew.

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