Code of Wasteland Survival

You take No. 147 and go! I'll break the queen!

The ghost face roared angrily, and kept shooting at the approaching snakes with the weapons in their hands. Not far from them, several members of the Thunder Falcon team had already fallen. Not far away—their skin has already turned a strange purple color, a lot of white foam is spitting out of their mouths, and their limbs and bodies are constantly twitching slightly.

Ghost Face stretched his hand to his waist. The plasma grenade was used up, and there was only one conventional fragmentation grenade left. He gritted his teeth, retracted his hand, and continued to shoot with his rifle.

To be honest, conventional firearms are really not a suitable weapon when facing a creature with a small bombardment area and flexible movements like a snake. The round body of a snake is covered with hard and smooth scales. It is a bit similar to the helmet of a human soldier. If the incident angle of the bullet is not straight enough, it will easily slide away from the sides of the snake body, causing little damage.

Damn... If only I had a flamethrower this time... Why don't you go! Go! Get out! Get out!

Ghost Mian looked back and saw that Cheng Yanqiu and No. 147 hadn't left yet, and roared angrily inside.

No. 147, let's go!

Cheng Yanqiu threw out the last grenade, then grabbed the belt on the No. 147 bulletproof vest and dragged him behind.

But...Captain, we...

Don't forget the emergency plan that you memorized during the training! Ghost Face is right, we must retreat first and let them do the rest! Cheng Yanqiu said sharply.

He is the commander, and No. 147 is a master hacker and ecological expert. To complete this mission, he must leave with No. 147. The reason for this mission.

Yes... yes... No. 147 looked back at his teammates who were fighting fiercely with the snakes for the last time. In just a few seconds, another person fell down—a poisonous snake hiding in the crevice of the stone suddenly jumped. It came out, bit his ankle, and the sharp fangs several centimeters long pierced through the tough leather boots, injecting the toxin into the human body.

From being bitten to falling to the ground, the whole process took less than three seconds...

There is one thing that Ghost Face doesn't tell the new rookies who joined the 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 improve a lot, and that's because those The top players all died on the ground during the mission.

The real wasteland is actually far more cruel than the virtual world constructed in the game...

Run! Run to the abandoned city!

Cheng Yanqiu didn't dare to look back, holding a rifle in one hand and No. 147 in the other, he ran desperately towards the ruins of LS City...

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Organization headquarters, basalt chamber.

It was still the conference room full of religious atmosphere, but this time, there was no one sitting on either side of the long table, only the master sitting at the end of the long table was a man in a delicate white suit. , a person wearing a white mask, and another guy in a black robe, with his back turned to him, seemed to be studying the obsidian wall tiles attached to the wall.

The man in the white suit waved his hand, and the black-armored soldiers immediately left the meeting room. After the door of the meeting room made of thick rock was pushed open, he said, You sent people to the meeting room again. On the ground? Who is the commander responsible for this?

That kid from the Cheng family. The black-robed man said, took out a simple and exquisite briar pipe from his arms, took out a silver cigarette case and a box of matches, and unhurriedly put the shredded tobacco out of the box. Take it out of the box, press it into the pipe with your thumb, and finally light it slowly with a long match.

Is this the last box of tobacco you treasured? For some reason, the white suit suddenly changed the subject.

That's right, almost all of the best batch of tobacco was destroyed in that transportation accident... It has been so many years, and the underground environment has never been able to cultivate the flavor I want. , I'm afraid I'll have to quit smoking.

Maybe it won't be long before we can return to the ground.

What about after returning to the ground? Do you think that at that time, I still have the mind to run some tobacco plantation?

The war will always end, and when that time comes...

No, the war will never end. The man in black shook his head, and took a deep drag on his pipe.

By the way, the whereabouts of the team led by that kid from the Cheng family have been detected by the mastermind, right?

If I'm not mistaken, they should have already contacted the mastermind's subordinates. As for how much they lose, it depends on their own abilities.

The main brain's subordinates... those biochemical people?

It's not limited to those cyborgs. If you have time, you can go to file No. 1663. In that mission, we lost 35 of the most elite Thunder Falcons. In exchange for eleven photos, from the eleven From this photo you can see what interesting gadgets have been made in the past few years.

Those modified mutant creatures? No matter how modified that kind of thing is, the combat effectiveness will be the same?

The key point is the quantity. The speed of natural reproduction can never be compared with mature cloning technology. After the man in black robe finished speaking, he took another puff of cigarette, and then slowly closed his eyes, letting the mellow gas roll continuously between his throat and nasal cavity rising.

Then what are the chances of them coming back alive?

Zero. The degree of danger of this mission is second only to Project Alpha and Project Beta. We haven't even specified a detailed response plan.

Send them out to die just like that? I've met that kid from the Cheng family. He's a very good young man. It's not worth it to sacrifice for a temptation.

Every young person who joins Lei Falcon is excellent. Except for Ghost Face, the top ten members in Lei Falcon now were all out of a hundred members half a year ago.

Can we really afford this kind of consumption? Maybe we should think about it for the future? The white suit straightened his collar, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied.

War always requires sacrifices, and we are in war all the time. If we don't make every move in front of us well, what's the 'future' for us to think about?

Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me anyway, and I can't control it, but I have to tell you something. According to the results of the research institute, we can already preliminarily confirm the reason why the mastermind launched the Kuroshio in the virtual world. gone.

Oh? So, my original 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 After the data, the next step, it will necessarily move the proving ground to the real world.

Time waits for no one...how is the cracking work going?

No progress. The white suit shrugged and stood up from the seat, Okay, you old bastard, slowly taste this last box of tobacco, I won't accompany you here to talk nonsense, There are still a lot of troublesome things waiting for me to deal with.

Go slowly, don't send.