Mou Xuan's fingers drew sparks on the tactical tablet.
Xu Jiuyou's mechanical prosthetic limb was still pointing on the projected map. Every time the broken bronze finger passed through the western defense zone, tiny arcs of electricity would explode in the air.
The rainbow-colored slime was flowing down the edges of the drawings, etching detailed calculation formulas on the tempered glass table top.
"The No. 13 outpost that was penetrated by mutant vines three days ago is actually intact according to Advisor Xu's intelligence." Lu Yang suddenly placed his coffee cup on the coordinate grid, and the metal powder that fell from the bottom of the cup immediately messed up the projection. "If you ask me, this map is probably a replica of the satellite mapping from three years ago?"
Chen Yao's military boots suddenly rolled heavily over a certain spot on the floor, and the mechanical spider hidden in the shadow of the heater suddenly burst into blue light.
As she bent down to pick up the burnt parts, her ponytail swept across Mou Xuan's tactical tablet - the live footage of the sentry on the screen was immediately replaced with archived footage from three years ago.
"Yin Yang has cross-validated this data using three databases." The information analyst pushed his smart glasses excitedly, and the binary code flowing in the lenses cast an eerie blue light in his pupils. "The coordinate error does not exceed 0.3 degrees of longitude and latitude, and it matches the transaction records of the twenty-seven shelters..."
Mou Xuan suddenly grabbed the liquid nitrogen tank on the corner of the table and sprayed it on the projection area where Xu Jiuyou was explaining with a sizzling sound.
The frozen rainbow slime cracked instantly, revealing the original data layer underneath - a location that should have been marked with a quantum computer was now madly flashing a radiation contamination warning.
"The weather station is eighty meters underground?" Mou Xuan's index finger suddenly stopped the holographic video that was playing. The picture was frozen at the moment when the slime seeped out of the collar of Xu Jiuyou's protective suit and dripped. "Last month, I buried seven mechanical guards corroded by acid rain there with my own hands."
The air circulation system in the conference room suddenly whistled.
Assistant Feng staggered to close the emergency valve, but the nanorobot thrown out from his sleeve sneaked into the ventilation duct.
Chen Yao's pupils suddenly contracted into vertical lines, and her modified retina instantly captured the double-headed eagle emblem branded on the backs of those micro-machines.
"Since Consultant Xu is so concerned about the defense of the West District." Mou Xuan suddenly slapped the defense map full of traps on the conference table. The holographic defense network that popped up in the corner of the map deliberately omitted three firepower points. "Why don't you take us to receive the batch of quantum computers in person tomorrow?"
The mechanical prosthesis of Xu Jiuyou suddenly made a sharp sound as if the gears were stuck, and the broken bronze finger scratched a deep mark somewhere on the drawing.
Chen Yao's fingertips gently brushed across the crack, and the spectrometer hidden in the manicure immediately vibrated - what seeped out from deep in the scratch was not engine oil at all, but liquid metal with time-reversal properties.
At 2:17 that night, twenty-seven synchronized images appeared in Mou Xuan's night vision goggles.
Chen Yao was using a particle vibration knife to peel open the abdominal cavity of a mechanical spider. The memory chip picked out by the blade showed the military equipment number from three years ago.
Lu Yang led his men to raid the rest cabin that Assistant Feng had registered, and pulled out a thirty-meter-long bio-fiber tube from the ventilation duct - the end of each tube was stuck with the electronic skin of a different shelter.
"The radiation level under the weather station is enough to burn through five layers of protective clothing." Mou Xuan's tactical gloves brushed across the electronic map, and a bright red death mark suddenly popped up in the area that was corrected by Xu Jiuyou. "But our guests insist that there are life-saving supplies hidden there."
Chen Yao suddenly threw a burning piece of metal into the analyzer, and Assistant Feng's biometric information emerged in the exploding sparks: "The neural catheter circulated on the black market last month, the serial number is the same as that guy's shadow..."
The sharp alarm suddenly tore through the night sky.
Mou Xuan's tactical tablet automatically called up real-time monitoring - Xu Jiuyou was standing at the entrance of the weather station, and the broken bronze finger was directly inserted into the circuit board of the combination lock.
The radioactive dust that should have been fatal formed a strange vortex at his feet, as if an invisible funnel was absorbing the source of the pollution.
"Have the drones equipped with electromagnetic pulse warheads." Mu Xuan grabbed the modified particle rifle, and the time calibrator on the barrel began to rotate in reverse. "Notify Yin Yang to prepare 20 sets of anti-reverse radiation equipment, printed with the same batch produced three years ago."
Chen Yao suddenly pressed the bolt of his gun, and a miniature projector popped out from his fingertips.
In the picture, Assistant Feng is counting equipment in the supply compartment. The metal powder sliding down his sleeves forms blurred longitude and latitude on the surface of the ammunition box - exactly the "safe coordinates" that Old Friend Xu strongly recommended today.
"You said..." Chen Yao's pupils glowed with the cold light of machinery in the darkness, "What exactly do they want us to dig up?"
Mou Xuan's gun suddenly turned toward the window, and in the night vision goggles, a blurry shadow was moving along the radiation-proof coated wall.
As the particle bullet grazed the corner of the man's clothes and nailed into the concrete, Assistant Feng's iconic gray-blue work clothes flashed in the sight, and the nerve catheter exposed at the collar glowed with the silver light of new welding.
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When the particle bomb exploded blue-purple plasma on the wall, Assistant Feng had already slid down the drainage pipe into the third underground floor.
Mou Xuan's military boots rolled over the still smoking bullet holes, and his tactical gloves brushed over the mucus remaining on the tube wall - this stuff was the same substance as the liquid metal oozing out of Xu Jiuyou's bronze prosthesis.
"Captain Mou's reactive armor is still as enthusiastic as ever." Assistant Feng's voice floated out from the vent, as sweet as synthetic honey.
His oily index finger suddenly penetrated the iron fence, and a miniature projector was pinched on his fingertips: "Why not take a look at this? The nerve impulse blocker circulated on the black market three hours ago, the formula is the same as the one you lost last month..."
Chen Yao's particle vibration knife suddenly inserted into the ventilation duct, and the blade brushed the opponent's wrist and nailed it into the concrete.
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