A mob of clones

Chapter 58 Lucky Mark

He reached out and tapped his adjutant on the head, and Mark was also speechless.

"Don't be weird, I'm on a mission..."

In response, Ran Bing was also dissatisfied and pushed Mark, pointed his finger in the direction of the toilet in the shelter and said with his hands on his hips:

"Who said I was weird? We haven't been there before, right?"

In response, Mark also looked up at the location of the toilet and nodded as he should.

After all, what's the point of going to the toilet?The lighthouse has not seen any survivors in decades. Even if there is fertilizer in the toilet, it is the type that can be dried naturally by the wind.

The skatole has basically been decomposed in such a long time, let alone other things. Is it possible to move a squat toilet and a lighthouse to the toilet?
"Wait, stink?"

Although this was the first time he encountered this situation, Mark quickly understood what his adjutant meant. How can a toilet that hasn't been used in more than 20 years still smell bad?

Normally, the odor of feces cannot be maintained for a month, which means that there were people living together in this shelter at least a month ago!
Suddenly, Mark felt a little excited. After more than twenty years, had the lighthouse finally found other survivors on the ground?
It is said that in history, human society completely collapsed due to disasters and the wanton destruction of Mana.Lighthouse has been independent for more than fifty years now. A large part of the reason why it has been able to survive for so long is just because Lighthouse bullied Century Beast and was unable to fly into the sky to confront them.

But the energy and materials left over from the old humanity are ultimately limited.Flying in the sky all the time, in order to ensure survival and save energy, and cannot engage in normal production, how long can a normal lighthouse last, let alone Mark, even if you ask anyone on the lighthouse, they don't know.

Mark is not even sure whether Operation Hunter can bring back useful energy and materials.There is no problem in describing such days as precarious.

Mark has actually always had a dream, which is to lead mankind back to the ground.But dreams are just dreams after all, and Mark also understands how difficult it is to realize this kind of thing, and it is almost absolutely impossible.

But if someone does it, if someone can actually survive on the ground, does that mean this dream can become a reality? !
Taking a deep breath, Mark suppressed the surging guilt in his heart, raised the intercom again and said:

"Everyone, please pay attention. There may still be survivors in the shelter. All units should pay attention."

"Survivor? Are you kidding me, Captain Mark?"

"Yes, the lighthouse hasn't received any survivors for many years. How could there be still people surviving until now..."

Listening to the low-pitched but still somewhat chaotic sounds on the intercom, Mark coughed, then suppressed the comments of others and said:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, search first to see if there are any traces of human survival or space for human survival."

Although everyone in the hunter team still had some complaints, since it was Captain Mark's order, it must have his purpose, so they did not continue to discuss it. They all claimed to have "received it" and then continued their search.

After Mark informed the other hunters, he waved to Ran Bing, and he took a few steps forward to reach the toilet that he had never paid attention to before.Then Mark's body changed and he stood against the wall on one side, waving his hand to signal Ran Bing to stand on the other side.

Seeing that everything was ready, Mark twisted the door handle and pushed the door open, observing the situation inside through the crack in the door.

After discovering that there was nothing unusual in his field of vision and that Ran Bing did not send out any danger signals, Mark slowly opened the toilet door...

Fortunately, there was no surprise or danger. After a battle of wits and courage with the air, Mark walked into the toilet with his gun raised.

then……

"Bah~"

Feeling the weird softness under his feet, as if he had stepped into a ball of mud, Mark felt bad all over.

Mark lowered his head with a stiff expression, and then he saw the red plastic washbasin under his feet, and the black substance covered by a plastic bag in the washbasin...

mark:"……"

With a distorted expression on his face, Mark took his feet out of the basin. He looked at the soles of his shoes and saw that there was nothing strange on them, and he breathed a sigh of relief.But the awkward touch just now still made Mark feel a little uncomfortable...

"I can't have these boots anymore..."

Of course, he complained silently in his heart, but Mark also understood that the supplies in the lighthouse were limited, and he must not waste any supplies. His set of tactical leather boots was the top equipment of the entire team. If he threw them away just because of these things, it would be terrible. It's a joke.

"Why don't you wash it and throw it to Mo Cheng? Some time ago, he happened to say that his boots were uncomfortable and he wanted to exchange them with me for [-] contribution points..."

With a little calculation in his mind, Mark rubbed his soles hard against the dusty ground to smooth away the disgusting sticky feeling before looking at the basin again.

The basin is placed in a very tricky position. It happens to be in the blind spot below when looking at the inside of the toilet when the door is half open.

If someone comes in specifically looking for such a basin and comes in with their head lowered, they should be able to see where the basin is right away.

But if you observe the general situation in the toilet, this thing will be in the blind spot of the field of vision.

It was precisely in this ungrateful position that Mark stepped on the golden rubbish without checking for a moment.

Fortunately, all these golden rubbish are packed in plastic bags.It's just that Mark's weight was too heavy, and when he stepped down, the top plastic bags burst. Then he stepped on the entire sole of his foot...

If there weren't these plastic bags, Mark's shoe soles wouldn't be the only ones stained with gold carat...

Of course, although Mark's face was not very good because of his bad luck, looking at this realistic "shit basin", Mark and Ran Bing confirmed their previous thoughts. There must be people surviving in the shelter, at least in the shelter. There were still people alive a few days ago.

After all, the pole-devouring beasts and spine Gu can't excrete, and even if they could, they wouldn't be able to put them in plastic bags and throw them here.

However, the ground is full of dangers. There is a lot of meat and soil outside this shelter. Although there were still people living here a few days ago, that is not necessarily the case now.

Of course, although Mark had many thoughts in his mind, he still looked serious on his face. He raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and said:

"Attention all units, carefully inspect the shelter to see if there are any other secret rooms or other arrangements. Ran Bing and I found traces of recent human survival in the toilet of the shelter. This shelter has been there for at least three days. There is human survival.”

And Mark's speech naturally caused a series of "real or fake exclamations" on the intercom channel. After all, their hunter team couldn't be more clear about the danger on the ground.

To express it in one sentence, that is - "Can anyone survive in this hellish place?"

The emotion of surprise itself does not fluctuate much, but when the weak fireflies gather together, they can also form a dazzling light.

At this time, outside the shelter...

The pole-devouring beasts that were originally led away a short distance all turned their heads to look in the direction of the shelter. The tentacles next to their heads used to sense the essence of life emitted bursts of mixed blue light, but under this soft light. Underneath, there are pieces of white bones and red flesh and soil.

Of course, the common people who were still transporting supplies didn't know about these things, and they were looking around in panic. Naturally, the hunters who might be hiding secret rooms in the surrounding buildings didn't know either.

In the research institute below the shelter, Wu He, who was recovering the physical strength consumed by exercise and adjusting himself to the best condition to prevent possible dangers in the future, was naturally even more unclear...

"There are people coming from the lighthouse above. If nothing else happens, I will go to the lighthouse."

"But according to the two seniors, I'm afraid this trip won't go smoothly. We have to try our best to recover and be ready for a big battle at any time..."

……

　Even if you practice martial arts, normal people still have to poop.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)