The metal wall made a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and Mou Xuan's hyphae exploded into fine ice fragments in the girl's blood vessels.
The afterimage of the leader surnamed Jiao was wrapped in a bloody smell, and the wisteria flower patterns on his fingertips suddenly blossomed into twelve-sided prisms.
"After three hundred and forty-nine reincarnations, you still can't learn to read road signs." The prism refracted forty-seven melting safe houses, and the rotten vocal cords of the scorched leader rubbed the air. "The ventilation system drawings you designed yourself flow in the veins of these children."
Chen Yao's electromagnetic pulse bomb was stuck in its trajectory, and the data stream jumping on Assistant Liao's tactical tablet suddenly twisted into a crying baby's face.
A silver vortex exploded deep in Mou Xuan's pupils, and the tip of the hyphae oozed the unique light blue color of the refrigerant - this was the military-grade ice-condensing agent that was brought from the Antarctic research station last month.
Space and time are stretched into thin threads in a thousandth of a second.
Mou Xuan saw that in the underground garage three hundred meters deep, the internal steel bars of the seventh load-bearing column were bubbling in the wisteria flower corrosive liquid.
The brands on the back of the necks of the twenty-three "rescued persons" formed the pattern of the Big Dipper, and the ice crystals on the soles of Assistant Liao's combat boots were exactly the black market items they had seen in Warehouse No. 2 three days ago.
"Southeast corner vent," Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly turned and pierced his temple, and the red blood beads condensed into a three-dimensional map in the air, "Liao Mingyang, smash your tablet into the ground shock wave node!"
The moment the young assistant was stunned, Chen Yao's high-heeled military boots had already kicked the tactical tablet into pieces.
Amid the exploding sparks, thirteen wisteria flower patterns suddenly twitched and shrank back into the cracks in the wall.
Mou Xuan coughed up blood foam and chuckled. He had already replaced the tablet chip with mycelium. The crying sounds of the babies were just the brain wave records of the mutants who were wiped out last week.
The afterimage of the leader Jiao suddenly split into two halves. The left half of his face was still sneering, while the right half showed an expression of shock and anger.
Mou Xuan's mycelium was rolling up the black crystal taken from the girl's heart and gently pressing it on the hot rifling of Shen Yao's gun barrel - the surface of the crystal reflected the scene of their combat meeting three days later.
"You really can't bear to part with these living blueprints." When Mou Xuan crushed the crystals, nine reverberating screams suddenly rang out in the underground space.
As the debris condensed into a miniature hourglass wrapped in mycelium, all surveillance screens in the safe house simultaneously flashed a 0.003-second coordinate afterimage: 31°14' North Latitude, 121°29' East Longitude. The flashing frequency accurate to the nanosecond level concealed the rhythm of Morse code.
The remaining afterimage of Chief Jiao exploded into a bloody mist, but before dissipating, he suddenly stared at the third button of Mou Xuan's tactical vest.
The button was torn off a self-destructing cyborg last week. It was now oozing light golden mucus, casting a vague outline of the Xingtian totem on the wall.
"So you kept this." The sound of gears turning came from the blood mist, "Then let the feast begin with your button..."
Chen Yao suddenly tore off Mou Xuan's entire tactical vest and threw it at the melting load-bearing column. The electromagnetic pulse bomb triggered a chain reaction the moment it came into contact with the mucus.
Assistant Liao stared in amazement at the mutant sample data he had secretly collected three days ago, which actually formed a complete geographic coordinate matrix in the explosion light curtain.
When the smoke cleared, Mou Xuan was turning the button that had turned dark gold between his fingertips.
The mycelium etched a miniature map of Shanghai on the surface, and a flashing red dot was devouring the bait signal they had set three hours ago - that was originally the coordinates of a fake safe house prepared for the traitor.
"Notify the logistics team," Mou Xuan suddenly flicked the button into the ventilation duct, and the sparks caused by the mycelium scraping on the wall of the duct formed six blood-red numbers, "Lower the temperature of the freezer in Area 7 to minus 150 degrees Celsius, and prepare to receive special deliveries." He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the fragments of the tactical mirror reflected the gray fog gathering outside the safe house. The rhythm of the surging fog was exactly the same as the wisteria spores that fell from the cuffs of Chief Jiao three hours ago.
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Mou Xuan's mycelium left dark red tracks on the inner wall of the ventilation duct, and the blood-colored numbers continued to burn on the metal surface for three seconds before automatically disappearing.
Chen Yao shook off her long hair covered in mucus, and smashed the surveillance probe that was oozing wisteria juice with the heel of her military boots: "The liquid nitrogen reserves in Area 7 are only enough to last for four hours."
"That's enough." Mou Xuan rolled up three bullet shells with mycelium and pieced together a Shanghai subway map on the ground.
The refrigerant secreted by the tips of the hyphae condensed into frost on the surface of the shell, just covering the twelve suspicious warehouses marked by Assistant Liao three days ago. "Let the logistics team disguise the freezer as a black market medical cabin and use the wisteria spores we intercepted as bait."
Assistant Liao suddenly pressed the edge of the tactical tablet - the coordinate matrix composed of the mutant data was devouring the screen pixels.
The young man's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he pulled out a crumpled bill from the interlayer of his bulletproof vest. "Last week, when I was trading in Warehouse No. 2, there was a guy in a protective suit... His gloves were stained with the same corrosive liquid as the afterimage of Jiao Boss."
Chen Yao's electromagnetic pistol suddenly turned the muzzle and shot the bill through and nailed it to the wall.
Golden particles emerged from the burnt paper scraps, resonating with the mucus oozing from the buttons.
"This is not an ordinary ticket." She tore off a piece of hair and wrapped it around the barrel of the gun. "It is the carrier of the biometric authentication key."
The silver vortex in Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the mycelium carrying the refrigerant pierced into the ground.
An uncomfortable sticky sound came from under the concrete layer, and twenty-three wisteria roots disguised as pipes exploded into ice chips in the low temperature of minus 150 degrees Celsius.
Amid the sound of explosions, a large amount of gray mist suddenly spewed out from the vent in the southeast corner of the safe house. The spores floating in the mist formed the pattern of the Big Dipper.
"Signal jammers!" Chen Yao turned around and kicked open the weapons cabinet, and five silver bullets drew spiral trajectories in the air.
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