"You are so shameless! You want to add more food?! You are so shameless to say that, I am embarrassed to listen!
Everyone knows what's in your bean cake? Why do you call it bean cake? You should just change the name to worm cake! "The old man in the pharmacy slammed the table and threatened to kill anyone who dared to snatch the seeds from him!
"What insect disease?! If it's called something new, it should be called meat pie! You have no right to talk to me here! Do you know how many lives I have saved? You know shit!" The people from the Agriculture Bureau were not afraid of him. They were so exhausted that the little medicine they got every year was not even enough to fart.
"Don't get sick if you dare!" The old man stood up and slammed the table.
"If you have the guts, don't eat!" The person from the Agriculture Bureau stood up and shouted louder than him.
Base commander and everyone else: I’m tired.
here we go again.
We have to fight for every bit of supplies. Last time, they wouldn’t let go even after pulling out all my hair.
They didn't stop until one of them had a heart attack and fell down.
Now it depends on who falls first.
Just when everyone was standing in a corner of the conference room skillfully and continuing to chat as if nothing had happened, the two men were standing on the table in the conference room, pulling each other's collars and butting their foreheads against each other.
A person rushed in from outside the door.
As soon as he came in, he shouted, "Base Commander, this is bad! Two turbid beasts appeared in the dungeon?!"
"What!"
"Evacuate ordinary people immediately! Notify the gifted people to provide support. The most important thing is not to let ordinary people get close!" The base commander had a very ugly expression on his face and walked quickly to the door.
Why did he appear at this time when the gifted person was on a mission?
Is it a coincidence or someone's calculation?
By this time, they already had some understanding of the turbid beasts and had learned lessons from the tragic experiences of other bases.
We know that at times like this, we cannot send ordinary soldiers to deal with the turbid beasts, otherwise a large number of soldiers will be contaminated by the turbid beasts, and then more turbid beasts will appear.
Vicious cycle!
We can only send those with stronger resistance.
"But base commander, our powerful talents are all on missions! Most of the talents currently in the base are slightly lacking in ability..."
This person's words were quite tactful, but everyone knew what he meant.
They are either the weaklings eliminated from the game, or the talented people with auxiliary system who do not participate on their own, or the talented people who have just awakened from ordinary people.
Their combat effectiveness is very average.
"Send more people over. If all else fails, get some props!" The base commander made the decision. Now is not the time to feel bad about the props. If something goes wrong, if there are more foul beasts in the base, the base will be in complete chaos and more people will die.
"yes."
As the door closed, the room fell into silence, and no one was in the mood to argue anymore.
The appearance of the turbid beast cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
This thing is like an infectious disease. Not only is it highly lethal, but the subsequent effects are also very bad.
Although their base somehow survived the last time, who knows if it can survive this time?
Other bases suffered heavy casualties because of the turbid beast!
No one else in the room spoke. Everyone was fidgeting, counting the time, hoping to hear good news.
During this time, subordinates kept coming in to make reports.
Now there is a shortage of manpower and no talented people to protect them, so these people can only stay together so that the talented people who are responsible for protecting them can be spared to go outside for support.
Just like that, time passed little by little, and someone in the room suddenly said, "They should come out soon, right?"
Everyone knows who he is talking about.
The talented ones are the hope of the base.
As long as this group of talented people are here, the dirty beasts in the base will not be a big problem.
Everyone felt a little relieved and the atmosphere became a lot more relaxed.
Some even smiled.
The base commander frowned.
He stared at his watch and said nothing.
It’s been a minute since I came out, why haven’t I received any notification yet?
Before when there was no white fog, the base would send people to welcome them. But this time there was white fog and ordinary people could not move around easily, so the base decided to let them come back on their own.
But now that I've come out of the copy, I should at least report that I'm safe, right?
This good mood didn't last long, and another person rushed in from outside the door and shouted:
"The leadership is bad! The gifted people were kidnapped?!"
Base Commander: ????
"What did you say?"
What happened to his armed forces and his hopes?
"All the gifted people have been knocked unconscious! The Divine Aid Society even sent us a video, asking us to hand over 40 tons of food within half an hour, or they will kill us!"
The crowd was shocked.
"Base Commander, we can't hand over the food! Even if we hand it over, the talented people may not be released!"
"How is this possible? How could so many talented people be knocked unconscious?! Didn't they make any preparations?"
"How can we prove that what he said is true? Maybe he is lying to us."
"We need to send special forces to the location where they are on a mission to confirm its authenticity."
"Hold on first! Tell them that 40 tons of food is not a small amount. Half an hour is not enough to get the food. It will take at least two hours!"
"There must be spies from the Shinto Society in the base. We must find them!"
The base commander did not say anything, allowing these people to speak, and finally typeset, "Delay time! First find someone to film the food transport video for them, tell them that half an hour is not enough time, and if they kill one person, the food will not be given! Let them figure it out on their own!"
"Contact, start rescue!"
Among this group of talents, there are not only auxiliary talents such as the base treasure's replicator, but also many strong attackers. They never thought about how they could all be hijacked? !
This is not scientific!
When everyone in the base moved underground, half of the food was not moved in and was placed in the warehouse above ground in the base.
The warehouse is dry and hidden, and the materials are bulletproof.
If the base doesn't open up actively, even with grenades it won't open.
The Divine Helper Society had been watching the warehouse for a long time but couldn't find a way to get in.
That's why they spent a lot of money and used props to hijack the talented people.
After all, it is not easy to get a drug that can knock out so many talented people.
Their real purpose is not to exchange honestly with the base according to the rules.
Instead, let the base take the initiative to open the grain storage.
The base commander's action was exactly what they wanted.
So the base soon received another piece of bad news.
The base's grain depot was hijacked by members of the Divine Help Society.
The leader is a man nicknamed the Puppet Master.
The base commander was furious!
"Chase! Chase me!"
After Qiao Wei and his companions woke up, they looked for someone to contact the base in a roundabout way. At that time, the base was under the pressure of three huge mountains: the appearance of turbid beasts, the robbery of granaries, and the kidnapping of talented people.
In a state of panic, Qiao Wei tried to contact people from other bases, but of course he couldn't get through so quickly.
After a long time of effort, the two parties finally got in touch with each other through an intermediary.
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