Just when things were looking very promising, several Molotov cocktails and poison bottles were suddenly thrown in from outside the wall.
The bottles broke through the glass door of the security hall and landed inside.
A loud bang, the sound of a glass bottle shattering, came along with the sound of the glass door of the hall breaking.
Before the professionals on the first floor could react, explosions rang out, followed by flames and toxins shooting into the air, with tongues of fire mixed with poisonous mist gradually spreading throughout the room.
Several professionals who were in close proximity were unfortunately infected with the toxin, and their faces instantly turned green.
The healer, with swift hands, begins casting a spell to dispel the disease and cure the professional infected by the poison bottle.
The other professionals carefully avoided the area affected by the poisonous fog while busy extinguishing the fire caused by the exploding bottles.
The ranged classes upstairs were also attacked. The poisonous mist produced when the poison bottles broke spread in all directions, and the dark green mist could also obscure their vision, making it impossible for them to aim and deal damage.
As the entire building was shrouded in poisonous fog, the ranged classes had to retreat to the second floor, and the advantage of the high ground was gone.
An archer retreated to look out the window and saw a group of monsters pouring in through the main gate.
One of the monsters was holding a throwing bottle, and it seemed to be the culprit. Despite the poisonous fog, he decisively used Information Gathering.
【Sabertooth Cat】(Level 27)
Attack power: 30-45
Defense: 3-5
Health Points: 250
Skill:?
Seeing this, the archer felt reassured and decisively retreated from the edge of the windowsill.
A group of intelligent felines capable of walking upright descended the stairs. The archer relayed this information to the rest of his teammates, instructing them to prepare.
Those with healing abilities should quickly dispel his toxins.
The entire outer courtyard of the police station has now fallen, and the view is also blocked by the poisonous fog. As agreed beforehand, everyone retreated to the second floor.
Fortunately, the enemy had no flying units, a fact that relieved them.
"Where are Superman and Whiteman?" A sharp-eyed person noticed that two companions were missing.
"They're guarding the third-floor rooftop, probably still on their way here?" Unable to see the two figures, the group exchanged glances, and one of them, remembering their location, answered.
The crowd found this to make sense and stopped paying attention, instead taking their positions at the entrance to the passageway leading to the second floor.
The ranged classes were furious, having been caught off guard by the sudden attack and now knowing it was the work of the cat people, they vowed to make sure the cat people never showed themselves again.
On the third-floor rooftop, there were two corpses that had been dead for some time. Their bodies showed signs of burning, and judging from their size, they were none other than the Superman and Whiteman that everyone was talking about.
As time went on, the group grew worried as they watched the monster still not return. Before they could think about it further, the monster downstairs had already entered the first floor and started moving up to the second floor.
The commotion downstairs kept everyone from paying attention to the two people upstairs, but out of vigilance, a man who looked like a captain sent two people to guard the entrance to the third-floor corridor.
The first to enter the second-floor corridor was Saber-toothed Cat. Upon seeing this stealthy figure, the ranged classes were instantly enraged.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
The archers had been concentrating for this moment, using the concrete railing on the second floor as a shield to aim and fire.
Several arrows pierced the sky and struck the saber-toothed cat's fragile body downstairs. Caught off guard, the saber-toothed cat, who was the first to go upstairs, was hit by several arrows.
Its frail body, clad in leather armor, offered no effective defense. Its pale yellow body was pierced by arrows, the wild force of which pinned its corpse to the opposite wall.
Using the momentum of its death, the poison bottle in its hand fell to the ground along its drooping arm, and the sound of the bottle breaking could be heard. However, this time, the unlucky one was the monster on the first floor.
The toxin quickly spread on the first floor. The monsters downstairs had no antidote or poison resistance. To survive, they either retreated to the first floor or desperately moved towards the second floor.
Leading the procession were a group of four-sword style samurai known as the Sand Knights, who were the first to ascend to the second floor.
Aside from being somewhat resilient, the Sand Knight posed almost no threat to the Shield Guard; all four of his strikes landed on the shield, scattering sparks.
Apart from a few shield guards who were cut by sharp blades, no one was seriously injured.
Under the concentrated fire of a group of ranged classes, the group of sand knights quickly fell in the stairwell on the second floor.
Among the members who retreated downstairs were saber-toothed cats; as intelligent beings, they had no desire to charge head-on into the human defenses.
However, they suffered the most. They were indeed agile, but they were also fragile and anemic. When they were leaving the first floor, they were squeezed together with other monsters that were about to enter. Unable to break through the obstacles of the other monsters, they were poisoned to death on the first floor.
No one could have imagined such an embarrassing situation would arise, all because of a poison bottle. Everyone was still wondering why the throwers hadn't reappeared.
This was just a brief interlude. The people on the second floor weren't having an easy time either, so they didn't have too many questions. They were even happy that they weren't bothered by the projectiles.
Since Da Chao and the other two had not returned, and there were no people available to search for them, two people were left to guard the stairwell leading to the third floor.
Unlike the lively fight on the second floor, the third floor was quiet, with two people idly chatting and smoking together.
"I wonder if anyone will come to help?" the tall man initiated the conversation.
"It's hard to say. I just glanced around, and there were monsters almost everywhere outside." The short man was still shaken.
"Do you think your family is still safe?" The tall man choked up as he thought of this, seemingly seeking comfort.
"Yes, they are my motivation to live, I definitely will," the short man said decisively.
After speaking, the two fell silent. In this situation, they could only pray that their families could find a place to hide and not be discovered, and leave the rest to fate.
The atmosphere became somewhat heavy. The shorter man wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but when he glanced at the taller man, he seemed to see something terrible out of the corner of his eye. His pupils contracted sharply, clearly startled.
The tall man, seeing the short man's expression, was about to tease him, but the door wasn't open. Could it be a ghost? Look how scared you are!
The shorter man raised his arm with trembling hands, pointing in the direction behind the taller man, speechless for a moment.
"Did you see a ghost?" the tall man teased, turning his head away.
Countless dazzling bolts of lightning converged, forming a thick beam that suddenly struck the two of them.
The tall man's eyes were blinded by the lightning. He endured the discomfort and was about to make a move, but how could a person be faster than lightning? The current engulfed the two of them in an instant, and they fell to the ground silently without even uttering a sound.
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