dkrc Chapter 162 The Silent Mutation, A Long-Awaited Rest for Everyone
Chapter 162 The Silent Mutation, A Long-Awaited Rest for Everyone
Li Xiaoming gave a final confirmation report to the command center via the communication channel.
Long yellow warning lines have been erected along the winding mountain roads surrounding Pingjiang City.
The rotors of the medical rescue helicopter cut through the night wind, making a deafening noise.
Several medical staff in white coats were carrying the disabled members of the Wildfire Squad onto stretchers.
Those people had most of their bones broken, and their cries of agony echoed through the valley.
Their lives are completely ruined; this is even worse than being killed outright.
Li Xiaoming found it noisy and waved for people to quickly stuff them into the cabin.
The bloodstains and remains at the scene were carefully cleaned and packed by specialists.
Every piece of soil stained with the slime must be taken back for biological testing.
Before the spatial rift, the demolition expert took out a silver-gray specially made stable bomb.
This thing was specially developed by the Chinese Academy of Sciences based on the blueprints provided by Lu Yan.
This is most effective against low-level dungeons that are on the verge of collapse.
The pins were inserted deep into the cracks in the rock strata.
The red light on the timer started ticking rhythmically.
"Retreat," Li Xiaoming ordered.
The five men quickly retreated to a distance of 100 meters and lay down behind cover.
A thunderous sound came from deep underground, and the ground shook violently.
The distorted spatial rift contracted rapidly and was torn apart on the spot by the violent energy.
It then completely collapsed and closed.
The crisis in Pingjiang City has been resolved.
The single-patient room at Pingjiang First Hospital smelled strongly of disinfectant.
The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a monotonous ticking sound.
Huang Lu opened her eyes.
She sat bolt upright on the pale white sheets.
The bathroom door across the street was half open.
The half-length mirror clearly reflected her appearance.
Her long hair was messy, her eyes were sunken, and her skin was frighteningly white.
She did not cry for help, nor did she panic.
Because in the reflection in the mirror, the ward did not appear empty.
More than a dozen monsters with compound eyes and mouthparts dripping black slime were crawling on the walls and ceiling.
They did not attack her.
They breathe at the same frequency as her.
A black, fleshy tendril extended from the back of Huang Lu's neck.
The fleshy tendrils branch out in the air, resembling the aerial roots of an old banyan tree.
Connected to the bodies of those monsters on the ceiling.
She was parasitized.
The image of Xiaoya being torn in half at the riverbank kept replaying in my mind.
"Why are you so late?" Huang Lu whispered to herself in the mirror.
Why didn't you save Xiaoya?
"Why do I have to ask you to kill monsters?"
Those initially faint complaints grew wildly in my mind.
It was magnified a full ten thousand times.
It breeds a kind of evil thought that strikes straight to the soul.
The girl in the mirror grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.
The monsters emitted weak hisses, responding to their host's anger.
She pulled the IV needle out of the back of her hand.
I walked barefoot onto the cold tiles and headed towards the window.
The night was deep, and the streets below were deserted.
Huang Lu looked at her reflection in the glass, a crimson light flashing in her eyes.
She knew she was no longer human.
But she doesn't care.
Even the local defense department that took her to the hospital was unaware of this.
Because that aura belonging to a monster was perfectly hidden beneath the human body.
Lu Yan and the Seventh Detachment were completely unaware of this.
……
The SUV was parked in front of a two-story building with a yard.
The elderly man with graying temples had been looking around at the intersection for a long time.
The elderly couple burst into tears the moment they saw Wen Yue get out of the car.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Wen's mother held her daughter's hand tightly, looking her up and down.
They were terrified that their daughter might be missing a piece of her flesh.
Mr. Wen was busy ushering everyone into the house.
He took out the best tea leaves from his home and busied himself pouring water.
The table was already laden with steaming hot Sichuan and Chongqing dishes.
Boiled fish, spicy blood curd, and Mapo tofu, all bubbling with red oil.
The pungent spiciness hits you right in the head.
"Please sit down, everyone, don't be shy, make yourselves at home!"
The elderly couple's hospitality was irresistible.
The meal was extremely lively.
Even Shen Xinglin, who is usually the quietest, forced himself to eat two large bowls of rice.
Zhao Leiguang was sweating profusely from the spiciness.
He poured water into his mouth while exclaiming how refreshing it felt.
In the afternoon, Wen's parents insisted on taking them to visit a nearby ancient town.
The elderly couple pointed to the newly built attractions and introduced them to the site in great detail.
Everyone tacitly cooperated with the performance.
These days, it's a blessing for ordinary people to be able to live a good life.
No one wanted to shatter this hard-won peace.
Xiao Qianyu bought two gaudy, brightly colored tourist sun hats and put them on her head.
Lin Chuxue even took dozens of photos with Wen's mother.
The camera shutter kept clicking away.
Even Lu Yan was forced to appear in the shot, standing on the very edge as a background figure.
into the night.
Along the riverbank that runs through Pingjiang City, neon lights flash alternately.
The water reflected the bustling lights on the opposite bank.
The first team booked the second-floor terrace of an open-air bar.
The long table was covered with ice-cold beer and a large plate of freshly grilled meat skewers.
A river breeze blows by, carrying the aroma of cumin from the roasted meat into your nostrils.
"That was great!" Zhao Leiguang tilted his head back and chugged a whole bottle of beer.
He wiped his mouth hard and let out a very loud burp.
"Old Zhao, drink less, or no one will be able to carry you home later."
Su Yunqing smiled and handed over a skewer of grilled meat.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Zhao Leiguang thumped his chest loudly.
"If I don't drink you all under the table today, I'm not a Zhao!"
"Back in the day, before these damn teleportation portals even appeared, I was going to be an astronaut."
He pointed to the stars in the night sky, his tone full of resentment.
Lin Chuxue coughed up the wine she had just drunk.
"With your size, how much rocket fuel would it take to get you into space?"
"Go away, what do you know? This is a standard figure."
Zhao Leiguang looked unconvinced.
Shen Xinglin picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.
This man from the grasslands rarely took the initiative to speak.
"I used to want to be a delivery rider."
He looked at the river surface stained with neon lights, his voice low.
"Racing horses on the grasslands, and getting a good ranking."
He is now riding a mobile armored vehicle and holding a versatile lance.
Even the mounts are a product of the combination of technology and magic.
This can be considered a different way of realizing a dream.
Xiao Qianyu's slender fingers played with the rim of the glass.
"I'm a bit materialistic; I want to be a female CEO."
This aloof and sophisticated woman raised her beautiful eyebrows.
"Use my Flash Strike to check up on them."
"Managing a large company with tens of thousands of employees, signing documents every day and firing a few people."
"Give those disobedient subordinates a good dressing down."
Lin Chuxue slapped her thigh and excitedly moved closer.
"Oh my, Captain, what a coincidence!"
"I don't want to be a CEO; managing people is too tiring."
"I just want to be a billionaire and lie at home counting money."
"I want to hire ten nannies to take care of me."
"Alright, alright, that's too weird, next one!"
Su Yunqing rested her chin on her hand, her smile gentle and serene.
"I want to be a doctor."
"To save lives and heal the sick."
Wen Yue drank the most today.
There were seven or eight empty wine bottles lying in front of me.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her coat had long been tossed aside on the sofa.
The river breeze tousled her short hair.
She stood up and placed one foot confidently on the chair.
"Teacher!" she announced loudly.
He was holding a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand, using it as a microphone for his speech.
"I've always wanted to be a Chinese language teacher!"
"Teach those kids to recite classical Chinese poems!"
"Anyone who can't recite it will get a slap on the hand!"
This impassioned speech drew applause and cheers from several people in the audience.
She proudly shook the wine bottle in her hand.
She turned to look at Lu Yan, who hadn't said much.
Lu Yan leaned back in his comfortable chair.
Her long, slender legs were casually crossed, and she held an unpeeled peanut in her hand.
"Lu Yan." Wen Yue leaned closer, the smell of alcohol mixed with a certain refreshing fragrance.
"And you? What are you trying to do, you freakish cheater?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Several pairs of eyes turned to look at them, full of curiosity.
This guy is a ruthless person who hands over divine equipment to the country like it's nothing.
This is a rule-breaker who wields the Void Disc.
His dream, if spoken aloud, would be earth-shattering.
Lu Yan crushed the peanut shell in his hand.
He couldn't very well tell these people that he was a time traveler.
I can't exactly tell them that all I want is to find a way back.
He popped a peanut into his mouth.
I chewed it slowly a couple of times and swallowed it.
"Me?" He looked up at the group of guys whose eyes were full of expectation.
"I just want to own my own house."
"Please excuse my crude style."
The terrace fell into absolute silence.
At that opportune moment, the tour boats on the opposite bank sounded their deep whistles.
Zhao Leiguang's mouth dropped open, and the kebab in his hand fell into the plate.
Xiao Qianyu's wine glass stopped in mid-air.
A full three seconds passed.
"Good!" Zhao Leiguang slammed his hand on the table, making the wine bottles rattle.
"Brother Lu is so generous!"
"Brother Lu is so generous!" Lin Chuxue gave him two thumbs up.
"Brother Lu is realistic!"
"Brother Lu, get straight to the point!"
Wen Yue raised the wine bottle boldly and clinked it heavily against the glass in front of Lu Yan.
"I wish you can buy a house soon, don't be stingy!" She laughed and downed her drink in one gulp.