Several core officers huddled in a corner, their eyes darting around like hungry hyenas, rapidly exchanging glances amidst the base commander's drowsy breathing.
Ultimately, it all ended up on that inconspicuous cryogenic safe in the corner of the command room—that's where the entire base's purification serum was stored.
"Boss, I'm about to die..." someone whispered, their throat dry.
“The people outside are rotten to the core… I don’t want to die… I have to live!” Another voice said with a desperate ruthlessness.
The man referred to as "the head" gritted his teeth.
He didn't want to, but he had no choice.
The base commander is currently unconscious, and it's uncertain whether he'll survive. Keeping the serum locked in the safe is a waste; we might as well take it out.
Don't our lives matter too?
"Let's do it! We're going to die anyway!" The fist slammed on the metal table, making a dull, decisive sound.
Greed and the fear of death instantly broke the last straw of loyalty.
The 38th hour since the black fog enveloped the area.
From the dead silence of the base, a deafening gunshot suddenly erupted! Short! Fierce! Like the final convulsions of a dying man!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat—!
The muffled thud of a bullet piercing flesh, the crisp sound of metal striking metal, terrified screams, and dying wails instantly shattered the suffocating silence!
The rebels tore off their last pretense, their guns spitting fire, their target no longer the Fog Demon, but their comrades who had fought alongside them for days!
Blood splattered on the cold metal walls, creating a cruel abstract painting.
Around the corner of the passage, several pairs of eyes lit up in the shadows, like a pack of wolves lurking in the dark.
It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; the players who came down to search for the serum just witnessed this scene.
"A fight broke out?"
"A great opportunity!" The burly player licked his dry, chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement and undisguised greed.
"We were worried about where the serum was stored, but now someone has found it for us."
"Hehe, the serum... is ours!" Shadow Mouse's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed excitement.
The gunshots were like a starting pistol, and the lurking players, like sharks smelling blood, suddenly pounced from their hiding places!
Their target was extremely clear—the command center where the serum was stored, where infighting was erupting!
The door was kicked open with tremendous force!
The rebels inside, their eyes bloodshot from the carnage of killing their comrades, hadn't even had time to recover from their frenzied killings when they were met with the players' cold, efficient, and devastating attacks!
"What?!"
"Why did you all come out?"
But someone quickly realized it was serum...
"No--!"
The astonished shouts were instantly drowned out.
boom!
A blazing fireball exploded in the crowd, the intense heat wave sending several rebels flying and igniting their weapons, turning them into rolling torches as they screamed in agony.
Sizzle!
Several streaks of cold light, too fast for the naked eye to see, flashed by, as swift as ghosts.
Fine lines of blood suddenly appeared on the necks of several rebels who were aiming their guns, their heads rolled off at an angle, and blood gushed into the air like a fountain.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Precise bursts of fire, bullets whistling through the air, easily piercing tactical helmets and bulletproof plates, tumbling and exploding inside the body, leaving behind plumes of blood mist mixed with bone fragments and internal organs.
This was an unequal massacre.
The rebels, still reeling from the internal strife, are as fragile as paper dolls in the face of players who are in relatively good condition and employ bizarre and ruthless tactics.
The massacre was nearing its end in a very short time.
Thick pools of blood quickly formed on the ground, the fallen corpses were twisted in contorted positions, and the strong stench of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke made it hard to breathe.
"No...don't kill me! Serum...give me the serum!" A rebel officer, his arm severed and lying in a pool of blood, cried out desperately for mercy, his face streaked with tears.
"Run!" Another guy, his face covered in blood, scrambled toward the door.
Their response was an utterly ruthless end.
A dark shadow flashed by, and the begging man's voice came to an abrupt halt as his throat was precisely slit by a sharp weapon.
The escapee had just touched the door frame when a tremendous force pierced his back, causing him to fall to the ground in disbelief, blood gushing out.
"Tsk, that's ruthless." The mage in the robe frowned and looked at the fox woman who had swiftly snapped the neck of the last rebel, and said sarcastically.
"Since we've already killed them, let's just finish them off and save ourselves the trouble." The fox woman who did the deed shook the blood off her hands, completely unconcerned.
Then, her gaze became fixed on the pried-open cryogenic safe in the center of the room, inside which were neatly arranged rows of purification serums emitting a faint blue light.
Despite the dissatisfaction, only the NPCs died.
In this survival game where every day is uncertain, the death of a few NPCs is a trivial matter.
Therefore, the mocking mage in robes simply pursed his lips and said no more, turning his burning gaze to the safe inside the room!
At this moment, the fragile alliance, which existed briefly due to a common enemy, crumbled the instant the serum was exposed!
The atmosphere around them gradually became tense.
"Whoosh!" The bandaged boy made the first move, the white straps tightly wrapping around the safe, as if he wanted to roll it up completely.
However, before it could be pulled very far, it was cleaved in two by an axe flying from the side, and the safe fell back to the floor.
"Get out of my way! That's mine!"
The roar of greed overwhelmed reason, and the group instantly turned into a brawl.
Boom!
A thick chain of lightning lashed violently at the burly player closest to the safe. The man reacted quickly, instantly erecting a semi-transparent energy shield that withstood the fatal blow.
The energy shield flickered violently, emitting a piercing buzz, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of the mouth of the burly player holding the shield.
"You're asking for death!" he roared, his body instantly turning to stone, crashing into the mage's robe like a human tank. The mage raised his staff to meet the attack.
Ice spikes, fireballs, mental shockwaves, physical bullets, energy blades... all sorts of deadly attacks collided and exploded wildly in the cramped command room!
The turbulent energy tore through the air, and the walls were instantly covered with bullet holes and charred marks.
The surrounding glass instruments exploded and were destroyed, and the documents were set on fire, instantly billowing thick smoke! But the group acted with great restraint, managing not to damage the safe in the middle at all.
At this point, there's no need to test each other, and no need to hold back. Every attack should be aimed at vital points!
Serum is life or death right now! If we can't get enough serum, and the erosion level exceeds the critical point, it's a dead end!
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