The metal door of the cold storage slammed shut behind Mou Xuan, and his tactical boots made a crisp sound as they rolled over the frosty ground.
Chen Yao threw the assault rifle on his back and drew three blood-red gaps in supplies on the holographic chart with his fingers: "Painkillers, anesthetics, antibiotics, the loss trajectories all point to the third underground floor."
The two men in the elevator reached for their weapons at the same time.
When Mou Xuan's fingertips touched the tactical dagger, the golden halo of time power flowed deep in his pupils.
The moment the elevator number jumped to "B3", the muffled sound of flesh hitting the iron door was heard from outside the bulletproof glass.
Seven figures in white coats huddled together under the emergency light, and medical student Sun was clamping the ventilation duct cover with hemostatic forceps.
When Mou Xuan's dagger was nailed at his feet, the metal chain around the young man's neck suddenly burst into blue light - it was the signal transmitter of the safe house agent in the previous life.
"Military-grade anti-reconnaissance device." Chen Yao's gun pointed accurately at everyone's chest, "It seems that someone has promised you to cross the blockade." She kicked away the scattered syringes in the corner, and the transparent liquid spread a strange fluorescent green on the ground.
Mou Xuan's action of crushing the signal transmitter caused the entire space to tremble.
The ripples of time power spread, and everyone's watches suddenly began to reverse, with the dials showing the trajectory of their movements over the past three days.
When the picture froze on the abandoned pharmaceutical factory on the east bank of Mojiang River, three interns suddenly knelt down and vomited - there were micro positioning chips hidden in their stomachs.
"Now I'll give you two choices." Mou Xuan pulled out the dagger stuck in the concrete, and the blade reflected the approaching armored vehicles on the surveillance screen. "Follow me to watch a fireworks show, or continue to be a human delivery box."
When a deafening explosion sounded overhead, Medical Student Sun suddenly tore off his protective suit.
On his left arm, which was covered with needle holes, fresh surgical sutures were still bleeding: "This was left from removing foreign objects from a rabies patient last week.
At that time, Dr. Gu used the last dose of antibiotics on me, and he himself had a high fever for three days. "
When the medical vehicle broke through the explosion-proof door and rushed in, Mou Xuan's time ability just covered the entire space.
The bullet hovered in front of the noses of the young medical students. They saw the commander tearing open the composite steel plate of the armored vehicle with his bare hands, and the blood-stained list of supplies flew out of the cabin like snowflakes - the price list of organ transactions was marked on it in military code.
When Chen Yao's incendiary bomb ignited the last armored vehicle, Pharmacist Zhao rushed out of the thick smoke holding the incubator.
He slapped his burned palm on the lab table, and three pale golden potions began to ripple in the test tubes: "I used the banned drugs brought by those bastards to purify it. It's enough wound healing agent for two hundred people."
It was late at night when the alarm was lifted.
Mou Xuan stood in the rebuilt disinfection room, looking at the complete medical network covering the entire safe zone in the holographic projection.
Chen Yao suddenly put her forehead against the bulletproof plate on his back. This subconscious action stunned both of them - the memory of bandaging each other's wounds in the ruins of the nuclear explosion three years ago suddenly pierced through time and space.
Another flare was raised on the other side of Mojiang River, this time it was dark purple, representing extreme danger.
Mou Xuan touched the half pass hidden in the interlayer of his tactical belt. The gold-stamped code shone coldly in the moonlight.
As Chen Yao's breath swept across the back of his neck, the searchlight on the top floor of the medical center happened to sweep across the river, illuminating the floating debris of the anti-radiation suit.
The blue light of the disinfection room cast a metallic cold color on Mou Xuan's profile, and the dancing green light spots in the holographic map were suddenly covered by Chen Yao's body temperature.
The tip of her military boots pressed against the buckle of his soldier's knee pads. The smell of gunpowder on his combat uniform mixed with medical alcohol, evaporating between their nostrils into some kind of dangerous catalyst.
"The board on your back is hitting my ribs." As Chen Yao spoke, her eyelashes brushed across the tactical communicator on his Adam's apple, and her fingertips stained with motor oil hovered half an inch above the blasting button on his waist.
The cheers became muffled after passing through three blast-proof doors, like thunder coming through a water curtain.
Mou Xuan suddenly held the gun strap on the outside of her thigh, and the Kevlar fiber of the tactical gloves hooked the thread at the tear in her combat uniform.
The emergency light in the elevator shaft suddenly lit up, reflecting the afterimage of the purple flare that exploded in Chen Yao's pupils - that was the danger warning that rose on the other side of Mojiang River three hours ago.
"Commander!" Material manager Zhou broke open the security door with a half-full bottle of medical ethanol in his hand, "They've built a bonfire in the square!" Twenty-three medics behind him were using hemostatic forceps to pry open the caps of champagne bottles, and shards of tempered glass splashed on the radiation-proof floor like a handful of broken diamonds.
Mou Xuan carried Chen Yao through three airtight doors, and the night wind blew in with the pungent smell of burning polyethylene.
Pharmacist Zhao was using a centrifuge tube as a wine glass, and the dark red liquid flowed down the collar of his white coat into the burn scar on his clavicle.
Dr. Gu was curled up in a wheelchair, snoring, holding a heart rate monitor in his arms. The ripples on the screen were completely synchronized with the frequency of the bonfire.
When Medical Student Sun threw the Molotov cocktail into the night sky, 731 ultraviolet lamps exploded simultaneously.
In the lavender rain of light, Mou Xuan felt Chen Yao biting the skin on his carotid artery, and the canine teeth transmitted an electric-like vibration through the tactical scarf.
The shrapnel wound behind her earlobe was forming a scab, looking like a dark red crescent in the firelight.
"Look at the southeast corner." Chen Yao suddenly used the barrel of a gun to push away the loose hair on his forehead.
Infectious disease expert Li was teaching nurse Qian how to disassemble a pulse rifle. Three fragmentation grenades were pinned to the hem of the old professor's white coat, and the metal pull rings made a slight sound like wind chimes as they shook with his movements.
The explosion occurred at exactly 2:17 in the morning.
Twelve medical drones dragged fluorescent bandages across the dome of the safe zone, and the artificial aurora created emerald ripples on the radiation protection barrier.
Mou Xuan's tactical goggles suddenly displayed an abnormal body temperature alarm - Chen Yao's palm was against the biochip implantation point on the back of his neck.
The cheers reached their peak just as three more purple flares rose on the other side of Mojiang River.
Through the gap in the crowd, Mou Xuan saw material manager Zhou destroying the list of medicines. In the gap between the shredder's output, a piece of the delivery note marked "Mojiang East Coast Pharmaceutical Factory" stuck to the sole of his shoe.
As the bonfire gradually died down, Chen Yao suddenly pulled out the ceramic dagger he had hidden in his boot.
The blade peeled off the bandage on his left arm more precisely than a scalpel. The penetrating wound that had not yet healed was exposed in the pre-dawn humidity, and the oozing blood beads glowed with a strange metallic luster under the gray sky.
"It's time to change the dressing." She tore open the sealed medical dressing and swept her fingertips across the wound as if she was wiping a scope.
Mou Xuan noticed that there were seven Chinese characters drawn on the inside of her tactical belt with lipstick, and the last stroke still had a fresh, moist reflection.
At the moment the searchlight swept across the river, a piece of anti-radiation suit debris happened to hit the steel bars in the undercurrent.
The oily cloth flipped in the vortex, revealing half a gold-stamped snake badge on the lining - the pattern was exactly the same as the watermark on the pass that Mou Xuan had hidden in the interlayer of his belt.
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