"Captain Qi's reinforcements are going through the No. 3 sewage channel?" Mou Xuan suddenly wrapped his mycelium around the opponent's wrist. The built-in screen of the tactical watch displayed a troop distribution map. "How do those luminous carrion leeches taste better than the corpse ink on the back of the negotiation agreement?"
Zheng Moushi's tablet suddenly automatically played the communications on the encrypted channel. The elite team he sent this morning to attack the Alliance supply station was now screaming on the public channel, "The fungi are eating the gas masks."
The blue light of the mycelium antidote suddenly became brighter, and the tentacles that emerged from the back of Mou Xuan's neck converted the tragic scene of the snowy night in his previous life's memory into real-time combat data and projected it onto the inner wall of the oil tank.
When Leader Qi reached for the pulse gun at his waist, the tip of Mou Xuan's dagger was already against the gap between his fourth ribs.
The mycelium was drilling into the opponent's tactical belt through the cracks of the negotiation table, freezing the secret compartment containing the self-destruct button into an ice sculpture.
"Do you know why we chose the third oil tank for negotiations?" Mou Xuan suddenly tore open his left sleeve, and the countdown woven by the mycelium perfectly matched the howling sound of the ice storm outside the oil tank.
The frequency of his Adam's apple vibrating when he spoke was abnormal, and some kind of infrasound was flowing along the mycelium network to awaken the defense mechanism buried underground.
Chen Yao's ice arrow suddenly shot through the rust somewhere in the ventilation duct, and the hidden sonic transmitter exploded.
Almost at the same time, all mycelium sensors detected the vibration of an armored vehicle's tracks crushing the ice three kilometers away - that should have been the killer weapon that Qi's forces had hidden outside the refinery.
Mou Xuan's rhythm of turning the dagger did not change at all, but the mycelium network had already switched the entire underground sewage system into resonance mode.
When his tactical gloves touched the inner wall of the oil tank, the oil pipelines that had been dormant for twenty years suddenly made a hungry roar.
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