nucmednet Chapter 45 The Plan Goes Wrong
Chapter 45 The Plan Goes Wrong
In the team's voice chat channel, the agent's voice was kept very low.
As the overall commander of this trap-hunting mission in the suburbs, he had to demonstrate a high level of professionalism.
"Hey, is the liquid nitrogen tank pressure normal?"
"Normal! I've welded the valve wrench shut, it'll spray as soon as you pull it!" Iron Pot Stew Big Ne squatted in the grass, staring intently at the pressure gauge in his hand.
"Hey bucket, are you ready, human rock-falling machine?"
"The workers are all in position. Just give the order, and that broken container will definitely block our escape route!" The civil engineer confidently declared as he ran off with his bucket.
The agent took a deep breath and switched the channel to the decoy team ahead. The decoy team, tasked with sacrificing themselves to fill the gaps, was naturally composed of the newly recruited rookies.
"Birds sing and flowers bloom, endless resurrection! Once they cross that abandoned telephone pole, jump out! Remember, you are now desperate refugees! Cry as pitifully as you can, scream as heartily as you can! It's best to roll on the ground! Make sure you lure them into the electromagnetic field ahead!"
At the end of the main road, in the muddy ground, two men wearing only the initial shorts of the system stood barefoot, shivering in the cold wind.
In order to earn an extra piece of clothing after being resurrected, the agents even stripped off the initial white T-shirts given to them by the system before they set off.
"This job is fucking inhuman..." Infinite Resurrection rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. But his eyes were surprisingly bright. This powerful body of a Level 1 novice made him even somewhat enjoy the cold wind outside Pearl Harbor.
"Stop complaining, it's already pretty good that we were selected to enter this game." Birdsong and Fragrance curled their lips. "For those fifty credit points, I'll kneel on the ground and call him daddy later."
A perfect net has been cast, and everyone is holding their breath, waiting for the mercenary group to step into the funnel of death.
Except for one person.
That was Elliott, lurking in a dead tree above the main road.
As a temporary scout, the young foreigner's task was to report on the number and formation of the enemy troops.
But at this moment, this American RV enthusiast, who travels frequently in China, had no focus on the group of menacing infantrymen.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on the heavy supply truck at the far rear of the column.
More accurately, I was staring at the chassis of the car.
"OMG..." Elliott, leaning against the tree trunk, let out a dreamlike gasp of amazement. "That's a military-grade independent suspension system, it's so beautiful. If I could get a motorhome in this game and install this chassis on it, I could drive it across the entire Treasure Island!"
He watched as the supply wagon slowly rolled over his feet, his gaze completely captivated by its intricate mechanical structure. Was this really a game?
With this kind of shock absorber travel and chassis height, I wish I could take a closer look at the driveshaft structure at the bottom...
As a vehicle enthusiast, Elliott's rationality was overwhelmed by his passion for exploration, and he almost forgot that he was on a silent reconnaissance mission.
In order to get a better view from above, he subconsciously leaned out most of his body, trying to hang upside down to see what was going on.
But he made a fatal mistake: he forgot that his current body was that of a level one novice, lacking the core strength and balance he had developed through years of outdoor travel in reality.
Just as he was hanging upside down, his waist suddenly ached, and his feet slipped hard on the moss-covered tree bark!
"Fuck!"
Elliott was terrified. He frantically grabbed at the air with both hands and managed to hold onto a thick tree trunk to keep his balance and avoid falling.
However, his clumsy movements were too exaggerated, and his wild kicking caused him to break a piece of dead wood next to him.
With a snap, the broken log fell straight down from mid-air, landing crisply and precisely on the helmet of a mercenary below.
The sound seemed somewhat abrupt in the quiet morning mist.
The entire Blood Axe Mercenary Group came to an abrupt halt, as if the air itself had frozen.
"Enemy attack! From the trees!"
The mercenary, dazed and confused from being hit, roared fiercely, and dozens of dark muskets were raised in a flash, all locking onto Elliott, who looked desperate in the treetop.
In the distant bushes, the agent clutched his head, groaning in agony: "Damn it! I knew these rookies were unreliable! Bait team, move the plan forward! Get out there and save the day! Draw the aggro!"
"Let's give it our all!"
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Infinite Resurrection" and "Birds and Flowers" suddenly darted out from behind cover and stood upright in the middle of the main road.
The mercenary group turned their guns on the two "refugees" who had appeared out of nowhere, wearing only underwear.
Blood Axe Commander pushed aside the shield bearers in front of him and strode forward. He looked down at the two men before him, his eyes, hidden behind his mask, filled with arrogance and disdain.
"These are the refugee camp remnants Bolton was talking about?" Blood Axe sneered, not even bothering to draw his sword. "Kill them, don't waste time."
According to the original plan, at this point, the birds should be crying and begging for mercy, luring the enemy deeper into their territory.
But he didn't.
When the birdsong and fragrant flowers met the Blood Axe Captain's contemptuous gaze, as if looking at trash, the last vestiges of reason in his mind vanished completely.
In this holographic game world where there are no moral constraints, the real-life intermittent rage disorder experiences an epic overload.
Instead of kneeling down, he took a step forward, took a deep breath, and his chest bulged out.
"Your mother is dead!"
Birdsong and Fragrant Flowers, speaking in perfect, clear Central Plains dialect, boomed like a bell: "You tin-shelled bastard with a head full of mutated cow dung! Wearing that lousy metal shell, you think you're the Terminator? You piece of trash dares to call yourself a mercenary? That old hag Bolton must be blind to hire a bunch of useless trash who can't even walk properly! I bet you have a shriveled, rotten face under that helmet, just like your great-grandmother's promotion machine! You believe I'll rip your intestines out and use them as a belt to tie to your peanut-sized... #@%&*￥……"
One minute.
For a full minute, Birdsong and Fragrance didn't catch their breath. He smoothly delivered a non-sequitur, highly penetrating, and insulting stand-up comedy-style nuclear strike, detailing the Blood Axe Captain's lineage, his ancestors for eighteen generations, and their crude tactical maneuvers.
They even created yellow rumors about Bloodaxe and Bolton.
The whole world fell silent.
The person next to him, who was experiencing Infinite Resurrection, was dumbfounded and even silently moved two steps to the side, as if afraid of being struck by lightning.
Meanwhile, the Blood Axe mercenary group on the other side stared wide-eyed behind their masks, their brains completely blank.
They were ruthless mercenaries in the city of the forest, accustomed to the screams, pleas for mercy, or roars of their enemies.
Even when fighting powerful ant cave monsters, they are fearless and unstoppable.
But in their entire lives, they had never experienced such intense, so filthy, and so soul-piercing verbal violence.
This is even more painful than stabbing them twice!
Blood Axe Captain's breathing quickened, and through his helmet visor, his eyes were clearly bloodshot from the soaring blood pressure. It was the fury of someone whose dignity as a second-tier powerhouse had been brutally trampled and rubbed into the mud.
"Crush them into mincemeat..."
Blood Axe drew his greatsword from his waist, his voice trembling with rage: "Everyone! Abandon the shield formation! Charge! I'll chop these two lunatics to pieces and feed them to the dogs!!"
boom!
The originally well-organized heavy armored formation completely collapsed under this exaggerated and extreme form of mental pollution.
Anger robbed them of their reason. The heavy infantry in the front row, like mad bulls, recklessly broke away from their original slow advance and roared as they launched a death charge!
The distance is getting closer and closer!
Fifty meters! Thirty meters!
Meanwhile, at the command post in the distance, the agent watched the enemy troops, who had gone berserk and were charging towards them like mad dogs, and desperately clutched his hair.
"Damn it... not enough distance! They haven't fully entered that paved section yet!" the agent roared hoarsely into the voice channel. "Damn it! Goose! The plan's ruined! Quick, find a way to salvage this!"