"The lobby is safe!"
The three teams that broke into the building quickly controlled the lobby. Team C set up a defense line outside the elevator and shot the gnawers attracted by the movement in the lobby.
The newbie who was responsible for delivering supplies ran in from the main entrance with a backpack full of ammunition and explosives.
"Ammunition!"
"Thanks!"
Lao Wang next door picked up a backpack, unzipped it and took a look, and threw it to the battlefield atmosphere group waiting next to the elevator.
"Brother! It's up to you!"
"OK!"
The battlefield guy wearing heavy equipment stuffed the backpack to the darkest one beside him, and walked to the entrance of the elevator shaft, stretched out his two big hands, and grabbed the half-open elevator door.
The output power of the miner I exoskeleton was increased to the maximum.
I only heard the rusty door panel creaking under the heavy load, and soon it was broken open to a passage for one person to enter.
An agile player from Group B leaned in, raised his rifle and looked up to check the entrance, then made a safe gesture.
"The passage is clear!"
"Received"
The Battlefield guy held his breath and continued to exert force with his arms. The elevator door kept shaking, and the steel plates welded to the exoskeleton also shook along with it.
Seeing that the elevator door had not opened for a long time, Kakarot quickly activated his strength talent and stepped forward to help. With the combined efforts of the two, the heavy elevator door was finally pulled down.
"MMP! This door is too strong!" The Battlefield Atmosphere Team Leader breathed a sigh of relief and raised his arm to wipe his forehead.
Izuei, who was standing next to him, was still studying the backpack in his hand, unzipping it and looking at it repeatedly for a long time.
"What's in it?"
It's quite heavy!
The Battlefield guy said with a chuckle.
"17 kilograms of explosives, you better be careful."
Izuei was stunned.
"17 kilograms...what does that mean?"
Kakarot: "Equivalent to two 155 rounds."
My darkest looked confused, obviously not understanding what 155 meant.
However, some of the more serious players did understand, subconsciously hid away from the side, and cursed inwardly.
Without wasting time, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team patted My Darkest on the shoulder, signaled him to stop playing, and led the team members into the elevator shaft.
The space in the elevator shaft was quite spacious.
The elevator car probably fell to the floor below, but there was no shortage of places to land in the shaft. There were not only spare magnetic tracks and steel cables, but also climbing ladders, probably for people who repaired the elevator.
The Battlefield guy put the devil's silk survival rope on the steel cable, reached out and pulled the ladder embedded in the wall, and saw that it could withstand the weight of the exoskeleton, so he moved all his center of gravity to the ladder with confidence.
"Our mission is very simple, just like what LYB said, go straight from the elevator shaft to the 43rd floor, and then blast vertically downwards!"
I swallowed my saliva.
"We're just climbing up like this?"
Another team member patted his shoulder with a playful smile.
"What are you afraid of? It won't be tiring! It's just a little troublesome at most."
The statement that it won't be tiring is actually inaccurate.
With more lactic acid accumulated in the muscles, players will still feel heavy, weak, and slow in movement, and only the pain that comes with it will be blocked.
However, compared to killing all the way up, it is still much easier to break through vertically from the elevator shaft.
Due to the spore cloud, the gnawers in the nearby streets and even the nearby subway station were all attracted to the vicinity of the building.
And the stairs and corridors that can reach the 41st floor are where the spore concentration is the highest!
Just now, the battlefield guy took the time to take a look at the entrance to the safe passage on the back of the elevator shaft and found that the situation there was so tragic that it can only be described as "a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones".
It turns out that having a reliable commander can still make people feel safe!
It took a lot of time to climb more than 40 floors with bare hands.
I was exhausted halfway through, so I could only rest for a while with a lifeline, and then continue climbing after I had rested enough.
When Team A successfully arrived at the 43rd floor, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Take a short break at the entrance of the elevator shaft on the 43rd floor.
The battlefield atmosphere group installed 300g of explosives on the elevator door, and continued to move the team up to the 46th floor, and then detonated the detonator.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the elevator door was blown out, and the blast swept into the elevator shaft.
The five players in Group A quickly descended in height and broke into the 43rd floor of the building through the open elevator door. Accompanied by a deafening roar, groups of gnawers rushed over from both sides of the corridor.
"Fire!!"
The muzzle sprayed flames!
Gunfire rang out in the corridor, bullets swept like a storm, and the gnawers fell one after another like wheat being cut.
For a moment, blood and flesh flew all over the corridor, and broken limbs and arms were all over the ground!
However, even though the players' firepower was fierce, the surging army of gnawers still rushed up like a tide!
At this moment, a thunderous explosion came from outside the building.
One after another, high-explosive bombs drilled into the broken French windows and hit the corridor, and the densely packed gnawers fell down in an instant!
"Quick! Quick!"
The battlefield atmosphere group shouted loudly, pulled out a grenade and threw it to the safe passage at the end of the corridor.
With a bang, more gnawers fell!
Group A did not linger in the battle, and while maintaining firepower, they moved their positions and quickly moved to the target room.
Rows of graphite-colored glass doors were displayed in the room, dividing the area into sections with different functions.
This should be an office area or something like that!
Raising the muzzle and shooting the rushing gnawer, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team quickly found the target location on the map, then took out the pre-prepared explosives from the backpack handed over by my darkest, placed them in a circle on the floor, and carefully pulled out the safety.
"3 kilograms of explosives! It should be able to make a hole in the ground!"
"Everyone pay attention to hiding, and shout when you are ready!"
The other four players shouted excitedly.
"Got it!"
Crouching in the corner, placing a table horizontally in front of them, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team took out the detonator and gently grasped it with their palms.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, the shock wave and hot air waves of the explosion swept through the entire office area!
The players quickly came to the center of the explosion.
The concrete and floor tiles had been blown into pieces, and only a few were still hanging on the steel frame bent downward.
Seeing this situation in front of them, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team's heart suddenly sank slightly.
Although they successfully blew open the downward passage, the destructive effect of the explosion was far less than expected. Three kilograms of explosives...
In reality, it would be enough to blow down a small house!
"Damn! Is this house so strong?" I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.
Master Cai: "It may be a bit difficult to blow down the entire ceiling... Let Team B bring up the fuel."
The battlefield atmosphere team nodded solemnly.
"Okay."
A brief exchange on the communication channel.
Team A returned to the elevator shaft, fixed the winch at the entrance of the elevator shaft, and threw the rope down to the bottom of the elevator shaft.
The winch turned!
Soon, fifty liters of biomass fuel were hoisted up!
After the fuel was in place, Team A returned to the blasting point again and quickly descended to the 42nd floor through the ceiling that had been blasted open.
The situation here is completely different from the 43rd floor!
The spacious office area was full of brown and dark red slime molds, and the air was filled with high concentrations of spores. The soles of the shoes felt sticky, as if they were stepping on moss.
The visibility here was less than five meters!
And at this moment, under their feet was the mother nest that was taking shape!
"...Why do I feel like I have entered the belly of an alien species?"
I was the darkest and swallowed his saliva, raised the rifle in his hand, and carefully checked every corner of the room with the muzzle.
Since he came down from the ceiling just now, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
However, this sense of crisis came from all directions, so that he could not judge where the real fatal crisis came from.
The battlefield atmosphere group skillfully placed explosives on the ground and pulled out the safety pin.
"Your intuition is very accurate. If you don't want to become the excrement of the mother nest, we'd better move faster."
The player squatting on the ground put away the test tube.
"The sample has been recovered!"
Another player said.
"Placing explosives!"
The team members had a clear division of labor and each performed their duties. Soon, more than half of the task was completed, and only the last few explosives needed to be placed.
However, at this moment, a hissing roar suddenly came from a corner of the darkness.
Hearing the roar, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and immediately raised the muzzle of their guns and pointed in the direction of the sound.
There was no time to think about what it was, and the battlefield atmosphere team immediately gave the order.
"Fire!"
The gun head sprayed flames!
The flames from the muzzle illuminated the darkness and fog, and the bullets rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.
And at this moment, the players finally discovered in horror that the figure standing in the dark was actually a tyrant!
The nearly four-meter-tall body was like a rotten rotten wood, but the horny armor that was so thick that it was outrageous had a protective power that was not inferior to steel.
The bullets hit the tyrant, just like a stone hitting a swamp, only rolling up a string of small splashes.
"Roar...!"
With a roar of pain, the tyrant actually withstood the firepower, running forward with his legs, and swinging his claws wildly.
Caught off guard, my darkest chest was slapped immediately.
The bulletproof vest was directly cracked!
I only heard Lao Hei groan, and the whole person flew up, smashing the dilapidated French window with his back, and fell outside the building.
"Ah"
The scream went away, and there was a faint "cook!".
Group A lost one person!
The players quickly dispersed, trying to distract the tyrant with crossfire and prevent it from approaching the harvest.
At this moment, the shouting of the fountain commander came from the communication channel.
"What's going on over there? Why did I see someone flying out?"
With his finger firmly on the trigger, the battlefield atmosphere team cursed: "We encountered the tyrant! What you just saw was my darkest! Damn, can you hit it?"
Fountain Commander: "We can hit it, but we can't see the situation over there at all! The spore concentration is too high!"
The dense spore cloud was like gel, almost blocking all vision.
Random firing will only hurt teammates by mistake!
In a blink of an eye, another player was killed.
In just one minute, Team A has lost two people!
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "MMP! 7mm can't penetrate this thing at all! If we keep fighting like this, we will all have to go back home!"
Quanshui suddenly had an idea.
"Quick! Give me a mark!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Mark?"
"Incendiary bomb! Mark it with an incendiary bomb!"
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group immediately understood what Quanshui meant and immediately pulled out the incendiary bottle hanging on their waist.
"Suppress it!" Shouting to their teammates, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group seized the opportunity and threw the incendiary bottle at the Tyrant.
The instantaneous burst of firepower temporarily restricted the movement of the Tyrant, and the incendiary bottle hit its forehead squarely.
Flames rose!
The Tyrant let out a violent roar.
It was on fire and struggled to put out the fire on its body. At the same time, four armor-piercing incendiary bombs with flames came in from the French window, and three of them hit its shoulders and abdomen fiercely.
Flames and smoke continued to come out, and the three armor-piercing incendiary bombs that hit the target were like burning nails, stuck in the body of the tyrant.
The enraged tyrant rushed around in the office area, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but it didn't work.
At this time, another player who was responsible for placing explosives had already placed the last piece of explosives.
In addition, the oil barrel used to clean up the slime mold was also rolled to the center of the room.
"Prepare to retreat!"
The player shouted, and took the lead to retreat to the side of the broken ceiling, and climbed up on the table.
"Got it!"
Seeing this, the other two also responded and retreated towards the broken ceiling.
Back on the 43rd floor, the three of them rushed all the way and ran wildly towards the elevator shaft.
After hanging the survival rope on the steel cable, the battlefield atmosphere group jumped and descended to the lower floor.
"Brothers, hold on!"
As soon as the voice fell, he clenched the detonator in his hand.
With a light click, accompanied by a deafening sound, the flames of the explosion shot up into the sky, and the fierce shock wave instantly shattered the concrete between the 42nd and 41st floors!
The flames and heat waves raged like a tsunami, swallowing up the upper and lower floors, and even rushed into the corridor and poured into the elevator shaft!
The whole building seemed to be shaking!
"Fuck!"
"I feel the elevator shaft is shaking!"
"You can't press it later!"
The people in the elevator shaft were shocked, but fortunately the survival rope was tied firmly, and they almost fell down like dumplings.
The battlefield atmosphere team wearing exoskeletons was in a better situation. After stabilizing themselves, they smiled awkwardly.
"I'm afraid the signal will be bad if we go down further!"
Team members: "@#%!"
The elevator shaft was filled with beautiful Mandarin.
At this moment, on the east side of the building.
Commander Quanshui, holding a telescope in his hand, was standing in front of the broken French window, looking at the 41st floor with thick smoke.
A fire broke out on the dark red wall, and black smoke replaced the gray-green fog.
Even hundreds of meters away, you can feel the scorching heat coming towards you...
"Although it is slightly different from the plan, it should be deader than dead." Commander Quanshui put down the telescope.
It should be able to strangle the mother nest in the cradle before it is formed, which should weaken the strength of the wave.
However...
The spore cloud gathered around here will probably be difficult to retreat in a short time.
The commander of the fountain looked to the north and frowned. The endless clouds seemed to be brewing a rainstorm.
The player lying in front of the French window rolled his eyes when he heard his words.
"Can we not set a flag?"
As he said that, he pulled the trigger and fired a high-explosive bomb at the 41st floor.
The commander of the fountain hurriedly reminded him.
"Don't use high-explosive bombs. Haven't you heard of explosions to put out fires? Just fire two incendiary bombs for show."
It doesn't matter whether to fire or not.
In the face of such a raging fire, a 20mm incendiary bomb is like a match thrown into a fire, and you can't even hear a sound.
The first floor of the building.
Group A returned to the team, and the battlefield atmosphere group and the two players behind them came out of the open elevator door with billowing smoke.
The three people were all black, as if they had just rolled out of a coal mine.
Kakarot went up to the battlefield guy and asked excitedly.
"How is it, did you get it done?"
"Done," although he looked a little embarrassed, there was no embarrassment in the voice of the battlefield atmosphere group, but full of excitement, "The mother nest has been blown up! Damn, it was so exciting when I came down from the elevator shaft!"
The two teammates behind him heard it and couldn't help but spray.
"Damn! Are you still embarrassed?"
"That's right! I was almost shaken and fell down!"
The battlefield atmosphere group coughed dryly.
"It doesn't matter! Just pass the level!"
Kakarot counted the people.
"Why are there only three back?"
The battlefield atmosphere group said casually: "One fell down, and the other stayed up."
"The brother who fell down called me the darkest, right? It's really dark enough." The old Wang next door smacked his tongue, "Falling down from more than 40 floors, the scene is really eye-catching..."
The battlefield atmosphere group was moved.
"Where is it? I'll go check it out!"
Kakarot looked at him strangely.
"What are you looking at when they're all dead? The VM is broken."
The Battlefield Atmosphere Team smiled embarrassedly and scratched the back of their heads.
"It's mainly because I haven't seen it before."
Kakarot: "..."
Lao Wang next door: "..."
All the players: "..."
Is this what a human should say?
At the same time.
Outside the building.
Chu Guang, who was standing on the pedestrian bridge, withdrew his gaze from the building with billowing smoke and asked Heya who was standing beside him.
"Does this solve the problem?"
Heya stared at the building for a while and nodded slowly.
"It should be solved... The mutant slime mold is not resistant to high temperatures. The damage to the incubator is more than 90%, which is basically irreparable damage."
Vanus stared at the almost shattered body and a pool of blood on the road not far away, and couldn't help but remind him.
"I just saw something fall down."
He was sure.
It seemed that someone fell down just now.
However, Chu Guang, who was standing next to him, didn't care and just replied casually.
"Small problem, not important."
It's just a little active substance, even if it is awakened, it's only two points.
Is this a big deal?
Obviously not!
Vanus was stunned for a moment.
He felt that his worldview and his understanding of the blue jacket had been subverted.
And it was the second time today...
...
[Announcement for the whole server: The mother nest of the New Era Data Building has been cleared, and the strength of the wave has been weakened! Let's applaud the 20 players who participated in the battle! ]
Official website forum.
The most popular posts on the official website in the past two days are either the acceptance speeches of the newbies or the discussion about the upcoming wave.
Although the countdown on the official website is still 10 days, most players have already felt the changes in Qingquan City with their naked eyes.
Gray-green clouds are spreading outward from the city center. The rotting zombies wandering the streets are much stronger than before, both in speed and strength.
The crawlers that used to only travel through tunnels and ruins are now appearing more and more frequently on the streets.
In just two days, four hunting teams of five people have been wiped out, and the cause of death is without exception because they were surrounded by gnawers.
Irena: "It's so exciting to hear you say that I want to come back. (funny)"
Ye Shi: "Isn't Honghe Town exciting? (funny)"
Irena: "It's okay, but it's too desolate here. I don't think it's as fun as Qingquan City."
Elf King Fugui: "The main reason is that there is too little food here, you know."
Irena: "Get out! (`Д′*)9"
Makabazi: "Hahahaha!"
The war between Honghe Town, where a large number of mercenaries gathered, and the Snake Clan of the Bone Chewing Tribe fell into a stalemate. Both sides dug trenches, built fortifications, bombarded each other, and started a brutal positional war.
It is said that the Snake Clan seems to be waiting for reinforcements from the Ya Clan, but the Ya Clan's combat power is completely restrained by the resistance organization in Xizhou City, and it can't spare any hands.
Not only that, there are rumors that the plague broke out in Xizhou City due to the large number of corpses caused by the terror rule of the predators.
This rumor was confirmed by Brother Qiangrensuan.
His power is expanding rapidly, and even a little beyond his control...
These rats are multiplying too fast!
Fang Chang: "Hasn't there been a wave in Xizhou City?"
Qiangrensuyi: "No, I feel that compared with Qingquan City, Xizhou City can only be regarded as a relatively large small county. It may be because it is located in the hills. The buildings here are not very high and the building density is not high. On the contrary, the vegetation is quite lush. Rats, cockroaches, and hyenas are relatively common species here, and then there are cave dwellers, centipedes... and some things I haven't seen yet."
Lao Bai: "It feels like a satellite city next to a super first-tier city."
Qiangrensuyi: "You can understand it that way! (grin)"
Midnight Killing Chicken: "There is no wave in our Yuanxi Town, but there are quite a lot of trees. (@ˉˉ@)"
Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Pfft, there is a ghost wave in your place, and there is not even a gnawer."
Bored Fighting Tiger: "I hope it doesn't affect the land I contracted. I just planted a crop of green peppers. T.T"
Stop bullshitting: "Don't bother me fishing! I'm not interested in the waves, I just want to fish!"
Crow: "Hey, this wave came at the right time... I was shopping in the store with Teng Teng, and we didn't buy anything, but we were forced to spend 40 chips to buy two gas masks... I feel that these chips are more expensive than silver coins._:(′□`」∠):_"
Edge paddling: "What the hell? ! What mask is so expensive? 40 chips? ! "
Teng Teng: "Eh? Did I buy it too expensive? (°ー°〃)"
Edge paddling: "..."
Debt big eyes: "Border brother wants to say that he picked up a few plastic bottles at the garbage dump, got two pieces of gauze and a little activated carbon to make one, and it works amazingly. (grin)"
Canyon escaped mole: "Fuck! ! Twenty chips for a mask? I really want to come back to do business! If we make tens of thousands of gas masks and bring them to Boulder City, wouldn't we make a fortune? ! "
Kuangfeng: "Analyze rationally, maybe we can make a fortune. But 20 chips for one mask... This is just being slaughtered like a fat sheep, right? (Sweat)"
Yaya: "! ! !"
Teng Teng: "Σ(°△°)"
Actually, if you think about it, you will know that 20 chips are equivalent to an ordinary person's weekly income.
If it is really so expensive, how can ordinary people afford it?
5~6 chips should be a more reasonable market price, and it is also a price that ordinary people can afford.
Mole is still lamenting that he missed the opportunity to make a fortune.
However, at this moment, WC Zhenyou Mosquito, who had been silent all the time, suddenly appeared from the forum.
"Hahahaha!"
"Take it!"