How Did It Become a River Crab?

But judging from the plot alone, an operator who was able to fight all the way from the era of the Tower of Babel to the era of Rhodes Island, the cause of death was still due to voluntary sacrifice... The combat effectiveness is self-evident.

After confirming the nature of the two drawings, Scout took out a disposable ultra-long-distance camera from his backpack, took pictures of the two drawings, and turned on the headset: "It's done, it can be put away."

Also carrying a headset (actually, Mo Lan himself doesn’t know where the river crab’s ears are. With system assistance, he doesn’t need to care about the details.) Mo Lan put away the blueprint, turned around and jumped off the window sill, quietly waiting for news from W .

"Zizi... I have received both pictures." Not long after, W's voice came from the headset, "According to the above information, the door locks of the six researchers can be fixed with explosives, but The little girl's room on the top floor is a fucking three-layer alloy lock, which will automatically deform when it is blown off, which is difficult to handle."

"There is a ventilation duct in the structure diagram, which is connected to Eyjafala's room." Scout's voice came out, "It's unrealistic for W to go directly to the top floor. This little girl has to be handed over to Mo Lan, is it okay?"

"OJBK." Mo Lan said, "So everything went according to plan?"

"Everything is going according to plan, and we will act when you give us the signal." W's tone was somewhat doubtful: "So...how exactly are you going to throw the entire mercenary group building into chaos?"

In W's perception, Mo Lan is a very good stalker, but it is indeed difficult for her to associate him with the word "chaos".

...Except for personality, this crab looks very chaotic...

"Just watch it, and I'll lose contact for three minutes later." Mo Lan replied somewhat mysteriously: "Surprise should be said first, it's like knowing the color of a boy's underwear in advance. There's no excitement anymore."

"...Why do you use boys as a metaphor?" W said in a horrified tone, "Aren't you male?"

"Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will call me unfeminist? Using boys' underwear as a metaphor, the first point means that I respect gender equality. Both men and women may be harassed and forced to hurt. The second point means that I respect LGBT people. Objectivity and fairness are important. Connotation."

Mo Lan was talking nonsense, but he had already ran towards the six researchers' detention points he had found before, took out the breaking explosives provided by W from his backpack, and installed it in front of the "Falcon Eye Guards". Locked on the combination lock on the cell door.

This kind of explosive is not very powerful, only enough to break the door or disintegrate some small obstacles, but the advantage is that it is concealed enough. Unless you observe carefully, it is difficult to detect these chewing gum-shaped objects installed on the door lock.

After finishing these things, Mo Lan went up to the fourth floor again, and found the power distribution room of the entire building according to the structural diagram stolen earlier.

It is said to be "power distribution room", but according to Terra World's technology, it may be more appropriate to call it "origin stone energy distribution room". The facilities in this room provide lighting energy and miscellaneous energy for the entire building. , all facilities in the building will be closed.

This is why Mo Lan is here, he wants to be here to send his "action signal" to W and scout.

Mo Lan looked left and right, found a relatively hidden corner, and set up her [Zzlot Portal].

The deep purple crystal took root on the ground, and the energy of the void surged into a sphere that was bright and dark, and the sharp claws of the void beast pierced out of the sphere, protruding into this world.

Seeing the first Void Beast jump out of the portal, Mo Lan simply set up a few routes in his mind, and watched the Void Beast rush towards the power distribution room.

After finishing this task, Mo Lan returned to the center of the entire power distribution room, looked around at the surrounding energy facilities emitting the light of origin stone, with an artist smile on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, help them. Please enjoy the crabs setting off fireworks." Mo Lan stood still in the center of the power distribution room, pulled out the scarlet self-explosion button from her lower body, laughed wildly, and pressed it without hesitation.

The 3VS70 battle has begun.

Chapter 36 Fear in the Darkness

The moment Mo Lan pressed the self-explosion button, fiery cracks spread all over his body from the inside to the outside, and after a very short delay, they scattered and burst, and the violent flames enveloped the entire power distribution room, turning every facility, Every pipe melted away.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of the explosion, all the origin stone energy supply facilities of the building were declared shut down in an instant, and every light dimmed at this moment, causing darkness to cover most corners of the building.

The mercenaries raised their weapons blankly and looked around, but the sudden darkness blocked their vision, so they could only grope around in the dark, unable to sort out the sudden change of the situation.

"You blew up the building's energy supply facility, causing the building to lose its source stone energy supply. The [Iron Devouring] mercenary group reacted violently, and the degree of chaos was +22%."

The reminder from the system came to Mo Lan, who was already in the state of soul. He nodded with satisfaction and stared at the corner where he put down the portal before.

The power of [Self-Explosion Button] lies not only in the terrifying damage, but also in the fact that it is a skill that does not harm friendly forces. Even if the entire power distribution room was reduced to ashes in the raging flames, the Zzlot Portal still stands in the ruins Among them, a steady stream of new void beasts spewed out, sending them into the dark building.

Leave the rest to these guys.

Holding a long knife, Wesley nervously groped his way in the dark, looking for his teammates on the same floor.

He is a Sarkaz, and he belongs to the melee group in the Iron Devourer Mercenary Group. In the end, he killed a lot of people who shouldn't be killed, did a lot of things that shouldn't be done, and correspondingly... also got a lot of achievements that shouldn't be obtained.

In Wesley's view, his best ending might be to become disabled in a bad battle, and use this as a reason to leave the regiment commander who made his heart tremble, and find a border town to spend the rest of his life in prosperity.

But today he has a feeling that this ending may not belong to him.

Just half a minute ago, he had just walked out of the toilet with his pants up, when a violent explosion sounded from above his head, and the entire mercenary group building was instantly pitch black.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of subtle explosions. From the faint roar coming from upstairs, Wesley understood that it was the password door where the researcher was imprisoned was blown to pieces.

The head and deputy head of the group once mentioned that this batch of "goods" might be targeted, but Wesley didn't expect this moment to really happen. Separated from his teammates, he could only hold the only long knife in his hand. In the dark, he struggled to find his teammates.

Even though it was daytime, in a building where most of the windows were closed and the internal structure was relatively cramped, losing the lights was no different from nightfall. Wesley groped forward carefully against the wall, and suddenly stopped at a corner.

He felt that his feet seemed to touch something, with some warmth, and the soles of his feet were still wet and slippery.

A terrifying conjecture emerged.

Wesley thought of something, felt his chest stiffly, and pulled out a box of matches for lighting cigarettes from his pocket, with the last match left in it.

With trembling hands, he failed to strike the match twice in a row. Finally, he gritted his teeth and swiped the wax head against the side of the box to ignite it barely.

Taking advantage of the uncertain light of the fire, Wesley swallowed, lowered his head, and looked at the "thing" he encountered.

It was the corpse of a Sarkaz man who had been disembowelled, and panic was written on his deathly face. Wesley recognized this man. Three minutes ago, he had complained to this teammate about the food for breakfast.

With no chance left, Wesley clenched his long knife tightly, stepped over the corpse of his teammate, and continued forward with the faint fire in his hand.

He wasn't very timid, but as a mercenary, he wouldn't be scared by a corpse in a miserable state of death.

But soon, Wesley found that he was still too naive.

At a certain moment, endless screams and wailing sounds came from his ears. The light sound of crossbow bolts leaving the strings mixed with the heavy gunshots of guns spread to the ears from all directions, making Wesley subconsciously quicken his pace. He rushed to the place closest to him.

Turning a corner, Wesley saw a scene that almost made him collapse.

Two mercenaries were fighting with a half-human tall beast, and the disemboweled corpses of mercenaries lay on the ground next to them, the number of which already exceeded the number of living people.

The appearance of that beast is completely different from the creatures of this world. It is covered with a purple carapace, exuding a strange fluorescence in the dark. The tops of the strong and powerful limbs are inlaid with blade structures, and the head without eye tissue is only left with a wriggling body. The bloody mouth was wide open, and the blood and flesh tissue of his colleagues were constantly slipping from it, making a wet and sticky sound on the ground.

No, that wasn't a beast, nor was it an Originium worm... It was something even scarier, more twisted and terrifying than anything he had ever seen!

The two colleagues also had major or minor injuries, and their gestures were also full of panic, but the bloody nature of mercenaries was still supporting them in the battle. The long knife and the carapace collided together, bursting into pieces cracked sparks.

The agility of "that thing" far exceeded the imagination of the mercenaries. It climbed nimbly in the narrow passage, avoiding the attacks that should have bombarded its body time and time again, and then used a more vicious attack to attack it. The attack returned to the past, causing Wesley's two teammates to burst out with beautiful blood.

Just as Wesley was hesitating whether to step forward to help, the two mercenaries in front exchanged glances, and at the same time stabbed the blade at the opponent from two directions, one left and one right!

"That thing" sensed the flaw, subconsciously drew out its claws, and cut bloody wounds on the mercenaries' abdomens, but the blades attacking from both sides took this opportunity to pass through the gaps in the carapace, and crossed into its flesh. In the body, shake it fiercely!

Wesley felt as if he heard the sound of the internal organs being crushed, and the figure of the monster that was baring its teeth and claws a second ago froze, and fell limp as if it had been fatally wounded.

"It's done! This thing can kill!" One of the mercenaries who fought with it roared: "Aren't you a fucking grandma? Have a temper and kill you two wild fathers? Huh?"

The other mercenary was more stable, but there was a relieved smile on his pale face.

Seeing this, Wesley felt a big stone in his heart drop inexplicably. He let out a sigh of relief, and prepared to congratulate him as if he had just run over.

"Damn it, I..."

Just as he opened his mouth, the moment the two mercenaries turned back in response, the beast that had already fallen suddenly swelled up, and the dazzling purple light burst open, and the explosive bombardment engulfed the packages of the two mercenaries, tearing them into pieces and flying crumbs.

A few pieces of meat stuck to the internal organs hit Wesley's face and slowly slid down the skin.

"I……"

Wesley paused, threw away the match that was extinguished by the impact, and gently peeled off the piece of flesh on his face, showing a bleak and ferocious smile.

"It's really broken, hahaha, hehe...it's really broken..."

Chapter 37 Chaos

"Brother, something is wrong."

Outside the monitoring room, the elite mercenary who reported to Che Tie earlier reported in a deep voice, his face covered with fine beads of sweat.

"There's a ... 'something', yes, I have to say 'something', and I don't believe anyone can do what I'm going to report next."

"This thing is under the watchful eyes of more than [-] of our brothers and more than [-] surveillance cameras. It installed a door-breaking bomb in all the cells except the lamb, and then blew up our origin stone energy supply room. , paralyzed the entire building, and we... didn't even see his shadow."

The mercenary spoke with a trembling tone.

"Afterwards... a strange monster appeared in the building. It looked a bit like a purple Originium worm, but its size and combat power were terrifyingly high. It could explode when it died. More than [-] of us have died. Brother, those monsters are still not completely killed...Brother, I think we have to find a way out."

The monitoring room was already pitch-black at the moment, Che Tie sat quietly in the darkness, staring at the black screen with wide-open pupils, the scarlet light of the emergency light outside the door hit him through the door frame, making him look like A beast out of its shackles.

The elite mercenary didn't even dare to speak out. He had never been able to figure out the brain circuit of his regiment leader, and it was the same at this moment.

Chu Tie sat quietly with his head bowed, and suddenly looked at the shadow that he had been staring at before.

Before, he thought it was just an illusion left over from the long-term battle, but now it seems...

People should trust their intuition more.

"Find a few people, go and take that little sheep to a hidden place. Gather the rest of the people." After a long silence, Che Tie stood up, and the door-like giant sword in his hand hit the ground, sending out bursts of waves. Muffled.

"Do you want to fight?"

"Why don't you fight?"

Chu Tie picked up the giant sword, lowered his body, walked out of the dark monitoring room, and stood under the scarlet light.

"It doesn't matter if it's a person or something, as long as the knife can cut through...then there's something to play with."

Wesley ran frantically in the building, turning a deaf ear to the assembly commands coming from all directions.

He was not a strong-willed person, and the scene where the Void Beast's Corpse Explosion Technique blew up two mercenaries into pieces had broken his nerves and made him completely collapse.

He ran downstairs desperately, stepped over corpses, occasionally tripped over the remains of his teammates, and got up and continued running. In this way, he ran all the way to the bottom floor of the building, towards the open main door run away.

The sunlight outside the gate shone in through the glass, as if stepping into a staircase to heaven. Seeing himself getting closer and closer to the light source, Wesley showed a relieved smile on his face.

At this time, a soldier who also collapsed and fled rushed out of the gate before him. Just as he cheered in the sun, his head exploded suddenly, and he fell limply to the ground, losing his vitality.

Wesley's brain at this moment was unable to process everything that happened in front of him, and the thick smoke covered the entire hall at the same time, cutting off his last connection with the light.

"Zheng-"

A cold foreign object penetrated from the back of his head and exited through his right eye. Wesley didn't even have time to feel the pain. The foreign object suddenly turned in his mind, causing his consciousness to sink into chaos forever.