"What the fuck did you guys do?!"
Thomas didn't understand the language of the Iron-Blooded Warriors, but he effortlessly grasped their meaning.
Because he wanted to complain too!
"How the fuck would I know?! This isn't my fault!" Thomas grumbled.
But grumble as he might, he still made the offer, "Want to join forces?"
After saying that, he also glanced at the other "Pure players" beside him: "I've got a plan."
[Gather all the still "uncontaminated" players and NPC forces, establish a base first, then eliminate the Aliens one by one, and reclaim the Space city!]
That was Thomas's plan.
Logical, clear, and organized.
The only issue was: he underestimated the scale of this disaster.
—Until now, he still thought the Alien Catastrophe was only a problem for the Space city, that the situation was still under control.
But in reality, the situation had long spiraled out of control!
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