"Change route." Mou Xuan's tactical boots crushed the last old-fashioned TV, and half a human face suddenly flashed in the blue light of the exploding picture tube.
Chen Yao's pendant suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the nano-silver liquid condensed on the ground into an arrow pointing to the corner of the cold storage - there were twenty boxes of military canned food that were five years expired.
When the skeptic blasted open the can with a shotgun, thousands of moldy peanuts tumbled to the ground.
Chen Yao suddenly grabbed two data interfaces that were inserted into the tactical tablet, and the mold spots actually grew into a three-dimensional map on the screen: "The aflatoxin crystals inside the peanuts are simulating the satellite positioning module!"
Mou Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.
He tore off the production labels of three boxes of cans and found an overclocking signal source engraved with a laser on the rusted bottom of the cans.
When Chen Yao injected the nanosilver liquid into the cracks in the can, hexagonal honeycomb-shaped spots of light suddenly appeared on the ground of the entire cold storage - with birthday card fragments floating in the center of each spot.
"The abandoned meat processing plant in the southeast region." Mou Xuan touched a certain spot of light with the bloody time mark, and a red mark suddenly appeared on the cold chain logistics map. "Three years ago, Dow acquired the industry and then deliberately abandoned it."
Chen Yao suddenly pressed the earphone: "Captain Lu, don't touch that box of canned tuna!" Her warning was half a second late, and a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting came from the intercom.
A team member's scream mixed with the sound of liquid spraying exploded: "These frozen fish... there are tiny cameras in their eyes!"
Mou Xuan grabbed Chen Yao's tactical vest and jumped onto the ventilation duct.
The moment the nano-silver liquid formed a barrier behind him, twenty frozen meat cabinets simultaneously spewed out scarlet mist, and the blood beads suspended in the air actually formed a countdown for the destruction of the Dow base.
"He is using the entire cold storage as bait." Mou Xuan kicked open the emergency exit leading to the ground. As the cold wind blew in with snowflakes, the time mark on his watch suddenly rotated counterclockwise. "Notify the outer troops, the monitoring of the meat processing plant..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound of an oil pipeline explosion in the distance.
In the flames that shot up into the sky, Chen Yao's pendant suddenly pointed in the opposite direction of the explosion, and the nano-silver liquid drew an ever-contracting spiral line on the snow.
Mou Xuan squinted at the melting snow on the roof of the meat processing factory. There, there were vaguely six afterimages distorted by hot air, deflecting at the same angle as the explosion site at the celebration banquet.
"Take the electromagnetic interference team to the underground pipe network." He pushed Chen Yao into the armored vehicle, but he tore off the blood-stained bandage himself, "I'm going to meet those hot air afterimages."
As the armored vehicle rolled over the icy provincial road, Chen Yao suddenly pressed the tactical tablet against the car window.
Six fingerprint-shaped spots of light were slowly emerging on the glass surface corroded by the snow-melting agent, completely overlapping with the afterimage of Xu Jiuyou on the birthday card in the cold storage.
She bit open the safety pin of the miniature oxygen tank and found that the numbers on the pressure gauge were jumping regularly. Every time the value returned to zero, the on-board radar would scan and detect a metal reaction with a temperature of 37 degrees in the direction of the meat processing plant.
"Mou Xuan, this madman..." She suddenly injected the nano silver liquid into the air outlet of the car's air conditioner, and watched the silver liquid form a constantly collapsing Klein bottle model on the windshield. "He deliberately used the time mark as bait..."
When the armored vehicle broke open the rusty iron gate of the meat processing plant, thirty scrapped meat grinders suddenly started up at the same time.
Chen Yao rolled into the operating room and found that every button on the control panel was oozing artificial plasma.
When she touched the main switch with the pendant, the entire wall of butchering tools suddenly began to vibrate. The blood-stained boning knives actually beat out the same rhythm of the toast song at the celebration banquet on the iron wall.
"Found you." She suddenly injected nanosilver liquid into the ventilation duct and watched the silver fluid gather into an arrow in the blind spot of the surveillance.
When the arrow pointed to an old freezer with cartoon stickers on it, the door suddenly popped open automatically - inside were twenty boxes of moldy birthday cakes, with microchips solidified on the tears of each candle.
There was a sudden electrical noise from the intercom, and Mou Xuan's panting mixed with the sound of metal scraping came: "Yaoyao, look at the sky."
Chen Yao smashed the glass window and looked up. The thick smoke above the meat processing factory was condensing into a huge Dow emblem.
What’s even more bizarre is that the trajectory of the smoke particles is exactly the same as the deflection angle of the afterimage of Xu Jiuyou in the cold storage.
She suddenly realized something, turned around and poured the nano silver liquid onto the vibrating meat grinder. As the silver fluid seeped into the mechanical gaps, a gear set suddenly emitted a blue light that was in the same frequency as the time mark.
When the seventh blue light flashed, all the meat grinders suddenly became quiet.
Chen Yao's pendant began to heat up, and she saw the white air she exhaled condense into counter-rotating threads in the air, as if someone had put the entire space into a left-handed DNA chain...
(Suspense foreshadowing)
Mou Xuan's military boots crushed the last frozen blood stain, and suddenly he discovered that light golden liquid was oozing out of the cracks in the outer wall of the meat processing factory.
He took a little and smeared it on the tactical dagger, and the blade reflected the scene of himself raising a glass at the celebration banquet three days ago - and in that corner that should have been empty, there was clearly a blurry figure in a white coat standing there.
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