It seems these three aren't teammates in the game and don't know each other—Li Changzhou listened attentively, analyzing the information.
"Sister Qing, we've found them. The hostage is on the 22nd floor," Tang Yijun's voice came through the earpiece.
Zheng Qing turned to look at the computer, where Tang Yijun was sending her live feed.
The 22nd floor is a large buffet restaurant, where people are crammed together like hostages, leaning on each other and shivering as they look around.
The walls, pillars, tables, and chairs were all black. When the camera zoomed in, the black paint was covered with dense, layered swarms of mosquitoes, a sight that was both startling and terrifying.
Zheng Qing glanced at the screen and said into her headset, "There aren't a thousand people here. Yi Jun, keep searching."
"Okay." The camera pans up as Tang Yijun continues climbing.
Building A has a total of 24 floors.
"Why send him? Drones would be better," Li Changzhou said, puzzled.
"Ugh." Tang Yijun sent a comment with an emoji. "Brother Li, don't expose my struggles."
“Yijun has great potential. Nobody knows what the future holds. Drones might become unusable one day, so we should give him more training,” Zheng Qing explained.
"He joined the government?" Li Changzhou asked.
"We're on a mission right now." Zheng Qing didn't answer.
"Qing, Sister Qing!" Tang Yijun's panicked voice came through the earpiece.
The crowd gathered in front of the screen took a deep breath.
Hundreds of mosquito soldiers, standing upright with legs extended and about 1.6 meters tall, patrolled the area, each carrying a black steel gun.
There were seven or eight red, upright mosquitoes collecting blood with a red, syringe-like steel gun. The tentacles at the end of the gun were connected to the mother mosquito, continuously supplying blood.
The female mosquito has a slender upper body and a fat, ball-like lower body. Its abdomen is full of blood, and countless eggs are soaked in the blood.
There were also corpses, human corpses, pale-faced, completely bloodless, a ghastly white and eerie sight.
Those who were still alive were barely alive, half-dead, and offered no resistance when their blood was drawn by the red, upright mosquitoes.
The female celebrity turned her face away, and the fat boss took a deep breath.
Li Qianxia gripped the steel gun tightly, Yang Qinglan frowned slightly, and Li Changzhou stared at the mother mosquito.
"Prepare for action!" Zheng Qing said in a deep voice.
A muffled clap of thunder sounded from the sky, followed by a sudden downpour.
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