The moment the alarm sounded through the thick fog, Mou Xuan's tactical gloves had already been installed in the biometric identification area of the monitoring station.
Mycelium surged out from the bloody hole in the palm of his hand, weaving a real-time battle map on the bulletproof glass covered with ice cracks.
"Captain Shen, take Group 3 to the cooling tower!" He pulled off the brooch with the nuclear radiation symbol on Shen Yao's tactical vest and threw it backhandedly toward the collapsing defense net in the southwest corner. "In thirty seconds, a mycelium barrier will form there—land at the fourth air defense alarm!"
The stench of burning flesh mixed with the smell of blood poured into the command room.
Chen Yao opened the first aid kit and bandaged her arm. The tip of the hemostat was still stained with the mutant rat tooth that she had just dug out from the ventilation duct. "Engineer Qin's new sonic cannon..."
"The resonance frequency difference is 2.7 Hz." Mou Xuan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed the bloody bandaged end on the tactical tablet.
Mycelium grew wildly along the bloodstains into a three-dimensional map. Seventeen vents flashing red were oozing sticky black liquid. "Tell Lao Lu to pour the emergency diesel into the No. 3 sewage pipe—now!"
In the medical tent, Captain Han's scalpel was hovering over a soldier's chest.
Suddenly, the whole tent was shrouded in a strange blue light, and the hyphae that emerged from the wounds of the wounded automatically weaved into a hemostatic net. "It's the symbiotic bacteria of Captain Mou!" Chen Yao pushed open the shaking isolation curtain, holding the liquid nitrogen tank snatched from the armory in her arms, "Freezing these mutant tissues can delay..."
The explosion drowned out the rest of her sentence.
Qin Gong rushed out of the laboratory with a dusty face, holding a metal box that was still sparking: "Directional EMP device!
As long as we can lead them to the cooling tower..." He suddenly froze in place - the mutated creatures that should have been repelled by the sonic cannon in the surveillance footage were now using their limbs to strike at some strange resonant frequency.
Mou Xuan's temple was throbbing.
In the perspective image of the energy core that appeared on the retina, thirty-seven red dots had connected into a ring.
When the seventh explosion shook off the debris from the ceiling, he suddenly tore open his collar and pressed the red-glowing symbiotic bacteria core on his collarbone onto the main console.
All the searchlights exploded at the same time, and the thick fog was ignited into a strange curtain by the splashing blue flames.
The mycelial network screamed, and the charging mutated creatures suddenly turned around collectively, whipping the non-existent enemies with their long steel tails.
"They are attacking the phantom of the fortifications from three days ago!" The observer's exclamation came from Chen Yao's communicator.
In the command room, Mou Xuan was inserting a scalpel into the side of his neck. The gushing blood condensed into a miniature space-time sand table under the wrapping of hyphae. The sonic cannons improved by Qin Gong were projecting frequency ripples seventy-two hours later into the sand table.
When the last mutant creature hit the time trap woven by mycelium, Mou Xuan suddenly heard the sound of ice breaking in his blood vessels.
The symbiotic bacteria exploded a bloody countdown on the retina. In the gap of the unfinished fourth defense wall in the distance, half of a steel bar with the completion date of the nuclear power plant engraved on it was vaguely visible.
A strange sound wave like a baby crying came from the depths of the thick fog, and the hyphae in the wounds of all the wounded suddenly began to grow in reverse.
Mou Xuan reached out to catch the encrypted communicator that fell from the ventilation duct, and from it came the applause from the nuclear power plant's groundbreaking ceremony seven years ago - which perfectly coincided with the sound of the defense network shattering at this moment.
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Mou Xuan's tactical gloves were torn into flocs in the time rift. He used his knuckles to press against the symbiotic bacteria core and twisted it three squares clockwise.
The whole world suddenly fell into a gelatinous silence - in the solidified smoke, the mucus hanging on the fangs of the mutant creatures was reflecting seventy-seven tactical coordinate points.
"Joint three, energy core offset 12.3 degrees." He stepped on the suspended shell and jumped over the fortifications. The mycelium screamed in the frozen time and space and drilled into the cochlea of every soldier.
The moment the freeze was lifted, seventeen particle beams simultaneously pierced through the crystalline pupils of the mutant beasts.
Chen Yao's liquid nitrogen tank cracked into spider web patterns in the aftermath of the electromagnetic pulse (EMP) explosion.
As she rolled into the shadow of the cooling tower, she saw the symbiotic bacteria at Mou Xuan's collarbone devouring his skin - those dark red lines looked very much like the distribution map of the underground pipelines of a nuclear power plant.
“Lao Qin!” She screamed at her watch, and the liquid nitrogen spread along the soles of her tactical boots into an ice bridge. “Turn your toy cannon to the α-3 frequency band!”
The weapons developer poked his head out from the ruins, a countdown flashing on the half-cut lenses of his glasses.
The improved sonic cannon hit the space-time folds created by Mou Xuan, and the charging mutant lizard suddenly began to spontaneously combust.
Their steel scales resonated at a dual frequency, and a holographic projection of the fortifications from three days ago emerged from the splashing sparks.
"Found it!" the observer suddenly shouted, pointing at a ball of melting mucus.
Mou Xuan's scalpel had already pierced into his right arm, and the gushing blood condensed into a miniature radar under the mycelium - half of a metal ring engraved with a Russian number was hidden in the body of a worker ant that was crawling backwards.
A sulfur whirlwind suddenly rolled up at the gap in the defensive wall.
Mou Xuan tore off three ribs to make a bone flute, and the infrasound waves it blew made all the mutant creatures within thirty meters stiffen collectively.
The soldiers took the opportunity to push the wreckage of the diesel generator into the sewage pipe. The electromagnetic pulse generated by the explosion, with the blessing of time and space power, actually summoned the acid rain that was expected to fall five hours later to the battlefield in advance.
When the last mutant bat hit the electrified rain curtain, Chen Yao's hemostat was stuck in the hyphae proliferation of Mou Xuan's carotid artery.
The floor of the command room suddenly cracked, revealing half of a concrete pile that had been poured seven years ago. The surface of the steel bars that should have been buried was now oozing the same black slime as the mutant creatures.
"Let Lao Jiang come over." Mou Xuan coughed out a blood clot with icy particles, and the structural diagram of the nuclear power plant was jumping on his retina.
The symbiotic bacteria screamed a warning in his cochlea, and from the cracks in the unfinished fourth defense wall in the distance, the same resonant frequency as that of the mutant organisms could be faintly heard.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the medical tent.
Captain Han rushed in holding a tissue slice taken from a corpse. The symbiotic bacteria in the culture dish were frantically attacking the microscope slide: "These mutant cells are imitating Captain Mou's space-time fluctuations!"
Mou Xuan suddenly crushed the tactical tablet.
A strange backtracking signal came from the mycelium network - the corpse of a worker ant that should have died three minutes ago was now crawling upwards in the sewage pipe against gravity.
In its broken abdomen, half of a metal ring was oozing out the same black substance as in the cracks in the defense wall.
When Researcher Jiang was cutting open the body while wearing radiation-proof gloves, the scalpel was suddenly pulled by some force and stabbed into his protective mask.
The symbiotic bacteria in the culture dish collectively turned and trembled towards the northwest, which was the location of the nuclear power plant's spent fuel rod storage area. On the concrete wall poured seven years ago, a project number that had been deliberately erased was oozing fresh blood.
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