Chapter 639: Basalt Chamber

"You take number 147! I'll break it!"
The ghost face roared, constantly shooting at the snakes that came up with the weapon in his hand, and not far from them, several members of the Thunder Falcon team had fallen. These members have not died yet, but they are still close to death. Not far away—their skin has a weird blue-purple color, a lot of foam is vomiting in their mouths, and their limbs and bodies are constantly twitching slightly.
Guimian stretched his hand to his waist, the plasma grenade was used up, and the last of the conventional fragmentation grenade was left. He gritted his teeth, retracted his hand, and continued to shoot with the rifle.
In the face of snakes, which have a small bomb area and flexible movements, to be honest, conventional firearms are really not a suitable weapon. The round snake body is covered with hard and smooth scales. This structure A bit similar to the helmet of a human soldier, if the incident angle of the bullet is not straight enough, it will easily slip away from the sides of the snake's body, causing little damage.
"Damn... if you only bring the flamethrower this time... why don't you leave! Go! Get out! Get out!"
Guimian looked back and saw that Cheng Yanqiu and No. 147 had not left yet, and they roared angrily.
"No. 147, let's go!"
Cheng Yanqiu threw the last grenade out, and then firmly grasped the strap of the No. 147 bulletproof vest and dragged him behind.
"But... Captain, we..."
"Don't forget the emergency plan that you asked you to memorize during the training! The ghost face is right, we must withdraw first and let them come to the end!" Cheng Yanqiu said sharply.
He is the commander, and No. 147 is a hacker master and ecological expert. To complete this task, he must leave with No. 147. This is why No. 147 is ranked so low and can still be selected to participate. The reason for this mission.
"Yes...yes..." No. 147 turned his head and glanced at his teammate who was fiercely fighting with the group of snakes. In just a few seconds, another person fell down-a poisonous snake hiding in a crack in the stone suddenly rushed. He came out and bit his ankle. Sharp fangs a few centimeters long penetrated the tough leather boots directly, injecting toxins into the body.
From being bitten to poisoning and falling to the ground, the whole process took less than three seconds...
There is one thing that Guimian did not tell the rookies who joined Thunder Falcon team like No. 147: every time there is a mission to return to the surface, the ranking of the entire Thunder Falcon team will go up a lot, and that’s because of those The players ranked in the front all died on the ground while performing the task.
The real wasteland is actually far more cruel than the virtual world constructed in the game...
"Run! Run to the abandoned city!"
Cheng Yanqiu did not dare to look back, holding a rifle in one hand, and pulling No.147 in the other, desperately running towards the ruins of Leshan City...
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"Organization" headquarters, basalt chamber.
It was still the meeting room full of religious atmosphere, but this time, no one was sitting on either side of the long table. Only the main seat at the end of the long table was seated in a delicate white suit. , The person wearing a white mask, and the other guy wearing a black robe, turned his back to him, seeming to be studying the obsidian bricks attached to the wall.
The man in the white suit waved his hand, and the black-armored soldiers immediately exited the meeting room. After the door made of heavy rock in the meeting room was pushed up, he said, "You have sent people again. Go to the ground? Who is the commander in charge?"
"That kid from the Cheng family," said the black-robed man. He took out a simple and exquisite heather root pipe from his arms, and took out a silver cigarette case and a box of matches. Take it out of the box, press it into the pipe with your thumb, and finally light it slowly with a long match.
"This is the last box of tobacco in your collection, right?" I don't know why, the white suit suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes, almost all of the best batch of tobacco was destroyed in the transportation accident... It has been so many years, the underground environment has never been able to cultivate the flavor I want, this box is finished. , I’m afraid I have to quit smoking."
"Maybe it won't be long before we can get back to the ground."
"What about after I get back to the ground? Do you think that at that time, I still have the mind to run a tobacco plantation?"
"The war will always end, wait until that time..."
"No, the war will never end." The black-robed man shook his head and took a deep breath of his pipe.
"By the way, the whereabouts of the team led by the Cheng family has been detected by the mastermind, right?"
"If I guessed correctly, they should have been in contact with the mastermind. As for the loss, it depends on their own ability."
"The mastermind's men... those biochemical people?"
"It's not just limited to those biochemical people. If you have time, you can go and look at Document No. 1663. During that mission, we lost 35 of the most elite thunder falcons and returned eleven photos. You can know what interesting gadgets have been made in the past few years from the picture."
"Are those mutant creatures that have been transformed? No matter how you transform that kind of thing, your combat effectiveness will be the same?"
"The key lies in the number. The speed of natural reproduction is never better than the mature cloning technology." The black-robed man finished speaking, took another cigarette, and then slowly closed his eyes, allowing the mellow gas to continuously roll between his throat and nasal cavity. Rising.
"Then what are the chances of them coming back alive?"
"Zero~EbookFREE.me~ The degree of danger of this mission is second only to Plan Alpha and Plan Beta. We did not even specify a detailed response plan."
"Just send them out to die like this? I have seen that boy from the Cheng family, a very good young man who sacrificed for a temptation. I always feel that it is not worth it."
"Every young man who joins Lei Falcon is very good. Except for Ghost Face, the top ten members of Lei Falcon's serial number were all a hundred six months ago."
"Can we really afford this kind of consumption? Maybe we should think about it for the future?" The white suit adjusted his collar, slightly dissatisfied.
"War always requires sacrifices, and we are in war all the time. If we don't play every move in front of us well, what'future' is there for us to consider?"
"Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me anyway, and I can't care about it, but there is one thing I have to talk to you. According to the results of the research institute, it has been possible to preliminarily confirm the reason why the main brain started the dark tide in the virtual world. Up."
"Oh? So, my guess was correct?"
"Yes, you are right. The Kuroshio is just an experiment of the mastermind. Every evolution or mutation of various types of parasites is traceable. When the mastermind collects enough in the virtual world After the data, in the next step, it will inevitably transfer the testing ground to the real world."
"Time waits for no one... How is the cracking work progressing?"
"No progress." The white suit shrugged and stood up from his seat. "Well, you old and undead guy slowly taste this last box of tobacco. I won't accompany you here for nonsense. There are still a lot of troubles waiting for me to deal with."
"Go slow, don't send it."