The mask buckle that I checked personally when we parted this morning did have a fresh crack on it.
A stream of data flashed across Chen Yao's goggles: "The predictive model of the medical department's host shows..." Her voice suddenly got stuck in her throat. In the time afterimage projected by Mou Xuan's watch, the scorpion tattoo on the chest of an attacker perfectly overlapped with the seal of the supply box.
The moment the mutant vines entangled the fifth attacker, Mou Xuan's saber had already pierced open the man's collar.
The sealed test tube hidden in the tactical vest rolled onto the ice, and the sizzling sound made by the dark blue liquid seeping into the snow was exactly the same as the petri dish that was overturned in Chen Yao's laboratory three days ago.
When the explosion-proof truck started again, Administrator Zhou was counting the spoils with his frozen fingers.
A complete set of hemodialysis equipment is hidden under twenty boxes with radiation contamination labels, and the overpass wrapped in ice has now become a natural cold storage.
Nurse Qian suddenly found that the inventory list had returned to normal, and all the dark blue marks had been transferred to the unconscious attacker.
"The ice layer in the southeast corner of the weather station..." Chen Yao put the tactical tablet on the car window. The thermal imaging image showed a human-shaped shadow rapidly sinking. "The thickness is three centimeters less than predicted."
Mou Xuan's temple began to throb again.
Amid the lingering buzzing sound of the time power, he saw Chen Yao's profile after she took off her mask, which was exceptionally clear in the ice-blue reflection - this scene neither belonged to the past nor had it yet appeared in the future.
As the base's titanium gates rose in the twilight, sixteen searchlights cast the truck's shadow on the bulletproof glass.
Administrator Zhou was slumped in a pile of supply boxes, holding a thermos cup. His reflection completely overlapped with the figure carrying saline solution in the video three days ago.
The disinfection lights on the third underground floor of the medical department lit up one by one, and Chen Yao's fingerprints pressed out mist on the cold storage combination lock.
Just as Mou Xuan was about to speak, the alarm suddenly broke the silence.
The red triangle sign jumping on the holographic screen was swallowing up the location information of a transport convoy into snowflakes.
"The extracorporeal membrane oxygenation (ECMO) equipment that the Seventh Search Team is responsible for transporting..." Medical student Sun's voice came from the intercom, with a sound similar to ice breaking mixed in the background noise, "The signal was lost near Pier 13 of the Cross-River Bridge."
Mou Xuan's tactical dagger was nailed to the electronic map, and the position where the tip of the knife was vibrating just covered the frozen overpass they passed three hours ago.
Chen Yao's protective mask reflected the constantly updated meteorological data, and the blue arrows representing the cold wave were forming a vortex totem above Mojiang River.
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