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The pungent smell was a bit irritating to my throat, and I couldn't help but cough a couple of times. I quickly took a few steps away from the intersection of the two air currents, feeling somewhat better.
I couldn't determine whether the irritating smell came from the passage itself or was brought by the Giant Mosquitoes. It seemed that when the air circulated better, the smell was lighter. However, there was no doubt that this irritating odor was harmful to the body.
I could only accelerate further, distancing myself from the Swarm of Mosquitoes behind me. This seemed to match the rhythm when Liu Squad Leader was covering our retreat; he had also been leading a group forward desperately until they caught up with us.
After running for a while, I managed to keep a relatively stable distance between myself and the Swarm of Mosquitoes behind me. At this distance, the irritating smell was bearable, and I could more accurately gauge the movements of the Swarm behind me.
I knew I would catch up with Liu Squad Leader and Jack; their speed couldn't match that of the mosquitoes. I hoped that the few incendiary grenades I had would last until we exited the passage.
Suddenly, I saw a torchlight ahead stop for a brief moment before it started running toward me.
The Metal Passage appeared straight ahead, and the torchlight stood out in the darkness. As it approached, I recognized that it was A San returning.
"What happened?" I asked him anxiously.
The other two were still running ahead without any sign of slowing down. If there was an issue, it wasn't with them; it must be somewhere else—the place I feared most. My heart tightened.
"I heard news from Gang Ge's side."
"I know." My voice trembled slightly, not from exhaustion but from tension. "What happened over there?"
"Their battle seems to have ended; it's not as chaotic as before. But the sounds are still unclear. Gang Ge is trying to communicate with us. He keeps asking about our situation."
" Fatty! We were chased into a Metal Passage by a swarm of Giant Mosquitoes. Cao Mingzhe and Hakka Observer are both dead. How's it going on your side?"
I shouted loudly to relay our situation to another group of Listeners. Then I anxiously watched A San for any reaction—specifically Fatty's response.
"No, repeat that again, slower and louder. It seems they can't hear us clearly either."
"Damn it!" I cursed, repeating what I had just said.
"It's still not working! Again."
I had no choice but to break it down into a few words at a time; that seemed to work better, at least I didn't have to keep repeating long sentences.
Finally, after explaining our situation as clearly as I could, I shouted, "Tell me your situation."
The signal receiver, A San, wasn't very reliable either. Not only did it require the other party to slow down their transmission, but I also had to keep shouting, "Again."
Every time I saw A San's frustrated face indicating he hadn't heard or understood, I could only shout that phrase again.
After a while, I finally figured out Fatty's situation.
First of all, the distance and environment between our two Landing Crafts were vastly different. They had landed in an underground hilly area. After their crash, they didn't encounter Giant Mosquitoes but instead faced a group of Upright Monsters.
Fortunately, their Landing Craft fell slower than ours. The damage wasn't too severe, and the best part was that the Six-Barrel Gatling Gun on their craft was still operational. With the powerful firepower of the Six-Barrel Gatling Gun, they managed to fend off the Upright Monsters.
However, the lighting equipment on their Landing Craft was completely destroyed. This was understandable; given the high-speed descent of the Landing Craft, it was lucky it hadn't fallen apart entirely—there was no way the searchlights could have survived. Because of this, Fatty couldn't describe what the Upright Monsters looked like.
Without effective lighting equipment, they couldn't see their opponents clearly or even accurately locate them. The prolonged battle was mainly due to this lack of illumination.
There were thirteen people on Fatty's Landing Craft. One had died before they even landed, leaving only eight survivors now, with more than half of them injured.
Of course, he had taken over leadership now. Secretary Chen had died upon landing, and another soldier with the rank of Second Lieutenant had never seen such a scene before. The fact that he hadn't wet himself on the spot was a testament to his willpower.
"The signal is too weak! At this rate, we'll lose contact sooner or later. What should we do?"
When A San relayed this message to me, my heart sank. I knew it was time to make a decision.
"A principle. Before dying, we must make that thing sound." I shouted this with all my strength.
I nervously looked at A San, waiting for Fatty's reaction.
"Is Xiao Ting okay?"
"Damn." Hearing A San ask such a strange question almost made me spit out my drink on his face.
"She and Tang Yumo are at the front. If we have to die here, she will definitely die behind me. Are you satisfied now, Fat Man?"
"Brother Gang wants you to say it again."
After shouting for a while, my throat felt like it was on fire. I had eaten a little something earlier, which helped replenish some energy, but the water each of us brought was very limited. We could only sip a little to moisten our throats, just enough to avoid choking on the compressed food.
I strained my voice and repeated what I had just said, earning a satisfied nod from A San. "He’s good now."
"Try to maintain communication. If communication is completely cut off, you decide when to detonate."
After a pause, A San almost cried out, "Three!?"
I shivered at the same time. "What does that mean?"
"If Brother Gang doesn’t have news from us by three, he’ll detonate the box."
I let out a hissing sound through my teeth as I sucked in cold air. But I had no words.
Fatty must have made this decision based on their current situation. It was clear that they were in danger, facing circumstances far more perilous than ours.
I couldn’t arbitrarily change his decision; doing so could cost him the chance to detonate the box. If that happened, our deaths would lose all meaning. Frankly speaking, I had no hope of leaving this place alive.
However, A San was not mentally prepared for this. He knew that the box contained an Antimatter Bomb and understood the consequences of detonating it. Yet, he still had thoughts of survival.
"Brother Qiang, let Brother Jian delay the detonation of the box. Three hours is too short."
I shook my head. "Don't worry, once we get to the exit passage, I can contact Fatty, and I'll discuss it with him then."
That was all I could do to comfort him; Genius knew what lay at the other end of the Metal Passage.
"Stop chasing; if you keep going, you'll get trapped."
A loud shout came from ahead. I looked up to see several bright Flashlights and figures appearing in front of us.
Yes, we had caught up with Liu Squad Leader and Jack. I sighed and stopped, letting out a whistle. Our battle was about to begin again. (To Be Continued.)
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