"Team Leader Shen!
C4 area ventilation duct..." Suspicious Lu kicked open the security door and shouted, the laser cutter in his hand still emitting green smoke from the dissected parasites.
Behind him followed three patrolmen whose bodies were covered in frost. The filters of their gas masks were full of honeycomb-shaped holes corroded by acid.
Chen Yao threw out the nanowires from the pendant and wrapped them around the attacker's neck, then kicked him into the open incinerator.
The moment the metal door closed, she caught a glimpse of the time and space dust on the cuffs of her combat uniform suddenly floating in the shape of an hourglass - this was a sign that Mou Xuan was about to return.
"Have Engineer Yin adjust the sonic resonance frequency to 87.3 Hz." She tore open the dark layer of her tactical vest as she ran, revealing the encrypted coordinates that Mou Xuan had branded under her collarbone with quantum burns. "Notify everyone..."
The inflected melody of the air raid siren suddenly got stuck between two syllables.
Chen Yao ran into Zou's henchman huddled under a fireproof roller shutter, the smart ring on his wrist dissolving, and twenty-seven tumors under his skin exploding into hyphae that exuded the scent of Antarctic ice.
What's even more bizarre is that the hyphae are entangled with the ice chips that fell from the ventilation duct, spelling out the electronic signature of the Tao leader in mid-air.
The quantum screen suddenly burst into a dazzling blue light.
Mou Xuan's figure fell out from the distorted radiation ripples, and the surface of his tactical backpack was covered with ice crystals similar to clock gears.
In his left hand, he grasped a still-twitching mechanical tentacle, and on the back of his right hand, there were new ring-shaped burns - those were the unique scars caused by traveling through the cracks in time and space.
"Projection." He spoke hoarsely as he swung the mechanical tentacle onto the three-dimensional sandbox. The space-time dust seeping out of his fingertips automatically aggregated into a holographic image.
In the screen, Xu's old friend was talking on the encrypted channel of Dow Group. Behind him stood seven technicians with eyes glowing with Antarctic light. The instruments they were operating were clearly the quantum computer components that had gone missing from the alliance last week.
The war room suddenly fell into silence.
The espresso that Yin Gong had just brewed condensed into icicles on the rim of the cup, and Lu Suspicious's laser cutter fell to the ground with a clang - the timestamp in the lower right corner of the holographic image showed that this video was shot thirty-seven minutes in the future.
"Traces of DNA methylation in ventilation duct bone powder..." Engineer Yin zoomed in on a certain data node with trembling hands, only to discover that the genetic map of Xu Jiuyou's assistant had a 92% overlap with that of the Tao chief.
The quantum screen behind him suddenly and automatically tuned in the frequency band of Antarctic ice vibration waves, which perfectly matched the waveform of the mysterious signal intercepted three days ago.
Zou's confidant suddenly let out an inhuman roar.
His exploding mycelium wrapped around half of the ceiling, but turned into ashes the moment it touched the space-time dust at Mou Xuan's feet.
Chen Yao's star map pendant suddenly projected a bloody red alert. In the surveillance footage automatically played by the nano camera, a group of armed drones from the Dow base were drilling through the ice.
"Notify all sentries..." Before Mou Xuan could finish his words, the entire building suddenly tilted fifteen degrees.
Chen Yao rushed over to hold the liquid nitrogen storage tank that was about to topple over, and found that the ice flowers condensed on the surface of the explosion-proof glass were spelling out the countdown of "03:47" in a way that violated the laws of physics - this was exactly the psychological tactic that Dow Group used before launching each raid.
All the emergency lights in the corridor suddenly went out.
Amid the sounds of weapons being loaded, a crisp sound of ice cracking came from Mou Xuan's tactical backpack.
Chen Yao touched the space-time anchor generator on her lower back. The blood-painted smiley face on the metal shell was getting hot - this time even the teeth-like burn edges were oozing with bitter almond-scented mist.
When the first wave of electromagnetic pulses shattered thirty-seven pieces of bulletproof glass, everyone realized that the countdown of the early warning system had been reset to zero at some point.
Chen Yao's star map pendant cracked in the violent tremor, and the nano camera hidden in it rolled to the ground. In the last frozen picture, the Dow armored vehicles that were supposed to arrive in three days were now crushing the alliance's outermost laser fence in the blizzard.
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