Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Offline
Inside the tent.
Little Mushroom was exhausted and after she could no longer see any pollution on him, she chose a place to sleep. The other two stayed by his side. She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Soon after, in addition to the warm quilt, there was a heat source next to me. Because there was no pillow, sleeping on my side gradually turned into sleeping on my stomach.
His fingers touched something, the height was just right, and he automatically adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable. It was unclear who it was, or rather, whoever it was, was sleeping against his waist.
Xie Yifei lay opposite her, his eyes open, imitating her sleeping face, without feeling sleepy or bored. Over and over again, his heartbeat slowed down and his body relaxed.
He blinked, and suddenly his vision became blurry, with black lines of snowflakes flashing. He looked to the side, and Laurent also looked at his palm in surprise.
"Disband the team!"
The man passed the sentry at the door and rushed in. Song Xiaoyu lost his patience from the evening and pushed forward anxiously, but someone grabbed his shoulders from behind and told him not to barge in. There was no time.
He wanted to strike, but the next second, the force slackened, the other party disappeared, and the system crashed. This was what he wanted to say. Everyone was disconnected, and there was a buzzing sound in their ears. Taking advantage of the remaining time, they hurried inside.
Xie Yifei saw a foot step into the tent, but the next second, it disappeared. Laurent stood up to check, but it didn't come back. When he turned around, the bed was empty and the quilt fell from the air.
He held the sleeping woman in his arms and coaxed her to wake up.
She was awakened by the noise. She was still sleepy and confused, not knowing what had happened. She suddenly fell onto the pillow, which woke her up.
"who?"
"Where are the people?"
Xu Shanshan looked confused, with her hair hanging down on her chest. She supported herself on the bed and tried to get up, but there was no one around.
She was not the only one who encountered this. Other teams, whether sleeping or awake, fighting or resting, on land or on water, suddenly, the sentries were forced to go offline and the guides were left behind.
There was a frenzy of activity outside the screen. The White Tower was suddenly brightly lit. This was something that had never happened before. The team members woke up from the holographic chamber one after another and immediately went to find the relevant person in charge.
This is a crisis. Although the technology is mature and there have been no deaths caused by exercises, this is extremely abnormal. Why are they being kept here?
In the room, she lay quietly, with various tubes connected to the cabin, and she did not wake up.
This exercise would be reduced to a playground size within three days, ending with a winner, but now, how would one compete for victory? The guides couldn't fight the massive contamination alone.
They worry that if they can't exit normally, they will eventually suffer brain damage and never wake up.
Rescue and repair were carried out simultaneously. The Sentinels tried to log in again, but were rejected by the system. They could not go back and were helpless.
However, people who were not registered were able to log in, and for a short period of time, everyone was summoned to log in for rescue, but it was soon cut off and could no longer be connected.
The rioter did not turn off the video output, although he could have done so, but he did not, and seemed to enjoy the unrest of the crowd.
They could only look at the new recruits, half of whom did not belong to the combat department.
Manuel rushed over immediately. He usually went to bed early, but tonight he couldn't sleep. He got up immediately after receiving the order. He hadn't been here for a long time.
"Please bring her back." The man said with tears in his eyes.
On another floor, the crowd roared. Ares couldn't believe it. Why couldn't he? He tried to lie down again, but was ejected. The fact was that he was powerless.
Shao Jiang: "Someone has already gone in," he pointed at the screen, "Look, who is that? He knows the location, so he'll be fine."
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A potentially fatal crisis. But no matter how anxious and chaotic the people outside are, the people inside are unaware of it. They have to face it all alone and survive first.
Xu Shanshan was faced with this exact situation. No matter how she shouted or who she called, there was no response. She stopped, fearing that she would attract pollutants or wild animals.
In the tent, I put the medicine and equipment into the bag. It was very heavy, I hadn't expected it to be so heavy. I carried it to the car, then the gas, moved it to the trunk, and checked the tires...
She was still sleepy and her thinking was slow. She pointed at the map and found that she was still in the safe zone. She wanted to rest for a while and continue her journey at daybreak.
But something was dragging on the floor, and her heart skipped a beat. She held the gun, her nose red, and saw her own frightened expression in the rearview mirror.
Following the jingle taught in the training camp, I started reloading, my hands moving non-stop, my eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. The radar showed something approaching, two of them.
She swallowed a mouthful of water, her heart beating like a drum. The nights were always very quiet, and she never thought that something would break in. It seemed that they had handled it privately.
Summon the little mushroom and ask it to help her hold back the other pollutant to buy her time. Both sides rely on each other.
When the gun was raised, the picture was synchronized to the glasses, the crosshairs were aimed at the prey's head, she clasped her hands together to hold it, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
The recoil caused the gun to bounce up and then pushed it down again. It must have hit the target. Its movements slowed down, but it was still coming here. The other one was different. It spotted her and pounced on her like a ghost in the night.
The monster was so close, a chill ran down her spine, almost reminding her of the time she was chased when she first arrived in this world. She subconsciously had a bad feeling about dying here, even though she could "opt out" of the exercise.
The magazine was empty, but the opponent was too strong. It smashed the car frame right in front of it, making a dent. Fortunately, the little mushroom bravely jumped out and clung to it, spreading its spores and growing mycelium.
The pollutants paused and Little Mushroom retreated. At this moment, she took out a light machine gun from the co-pilot seat, gritted her teeth, raised it, and fired with trembling hands.
She thought it was about to be beaten into a sieve, but it was still moving. How could it be so alive? The one she killed when she left the camp was not like this. Another one was gradually approaching, eager to try.
She took out a long knife, but surprisingly, the other party did not attack her. It turned around and then pounced on another pollutant. The two fought together and gradually rolled away, as if trying to drag it away.
What's going on?
She was confused, but continued shooting. Finally, she opened the car door and finished with a grenade.
Dust flew and smoke dispersed. From the visual display, it seemed that they were all dead. She was still worried, so she went forward to finish them off, and finally let the little mushroom take care of it.
It was over. She looked at the car door and saw green blood flowing down the concave surface of the car frame. Her legs were itchy and she jumped in surprise. She let out a soft cry and looked down. It was a grasshopper.
She breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the car. She lay in the driver's seat, panting and lowering the seat. She felt sad and wanted to cry but couldn't. After waiting for a while, she checked the radar and saw that the surroundings were safe, so she got out of the car and continued to clean up.
"All fear stems from insufficient firepower."
The attack power of the small mushroom is indeed insufficient, but it seems to play the role of the charm mushroom in PVZ, which can temporarily create illusions, seduce the enemy, and use it for one's own benefit.
As long as they are not in groups, she should be able to handle it. If there is a powerful elite monster like the "Erye Zombie" like in the game, it will be even easier.
After packing her bags, she started the car and headed towards the central area, focusing on the marked supply points, which must have been cleared by someone and were temporarily safer. Before leaving, she marked her location in the open space so that if they returned, they would be able to find her.
Could it be that her dream was a prophetic dream, and she died in it? Thinking of this possibility, she trembled a little. The clouds were floating in the sky, and she wanted to live.
Halfway through the journey, she was so sleepy that she was afraid of overturning the car, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep and woke up from time to time. When she opened her eyes, she had only slept for two hours.
But this is already a relatively safe situation.
Far offshore, Clara rushed into the cockpit alone, adjusted her course, and followed the tide, hoping to return to shore. She then reached the deck, where something leaped up and struck without hesitation.
She was simply a female warrior. The sentries in the team were all relieved by this, but the worst happened. The next moment, the woman covered the back of her neck with her left hand, a look of pain on her face, and fainted, falling to the ground.
Screams were heard one after another in the hall. The sentinels seemed to be less able to bear it than the guides who were there, and could only pound the walls to vent their anger.
Wu Ke remained on the grassland. After noticing everyone else had vanished, she signaled to head toward a more crowded area. Thanks to her excellent physical fitness and mental abilities, she wouldn't be threatened in the short term. She drove off in a carefree manner, not taking the incident to heart, music drifting through the car.
In the car, she opened her eyes, the sunlight shone into her eyelids through the car window, she put out her hand to block it, got out of the car, stretched, ate, and continued driving.
Surviving in the wild alone is still a bit too difficult.
One side of the vehicle suddenly dented. "Oh no," she said, "it was indeed a trap," and after getting out, she found that it was indeed a trap. However, the group of people had already left, and the car was stuck inside and couldn't move. She couldn't push it either.
It took nearly two hours to lift it up with a jack, and on the way, it attracted another pollutant, which was a speed type, and almost caused an accident.
The view outside the window was still beautiful, but she was no longer in the mood to appreciate it.
After being alone for a day and a night, her psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse. She became like a frightened mouse, extremely sensitive to any noise from the outside world.
Looking at her muddy self in the mirror, she laughed at herself and gave herself a thumbs up to encourage herself.
The guided teams were unwilling to take risks and mostly stayed in safe areas with only sporadic amounts of contamination.
But the situation was different for the sentinels who came later. They were dropped at the starting position and needed to cross a long and dangerous area, racing against time.
If you can't find a car, you're on your own. The danger level inside and outside the safety line is not the same, like a dense swarm of ants, and many sentries failed to get out.
Retired players performed better. They were more familiar with the environment and rules, and had more sophisticated skills. Each of them had different tasks, but regardless of life or death, they had to move towards their goal.
She sat in the car, thinking and thinking, and took out a small notebook to write a suicide note, leaving a few words for everyone, hoping that if her dream came true, they could live well.
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