Changkong Fighter

Chapter 161 Don’t restore the network connection!

Ding!
Pulling the grenade ring, the fireman threw the grenade toward the back of the bunker, and it rolled and exploded near the bunker.

The shock wave generated by the explosion of the offensive grenade blew out the octopus hiding behind the bunker. It rolled on the ground as if it had lost its ability, and the film protective clothing on its body made a puffing sound, as if something was leaking.

"Kill him!"

The members of Group B didn't care what research value the octopus in front of them had. They fired at the fallen octopus. 5.56MM bullets kept hitting the octopus. The film protective clothing was damaged by the grenade and lost its effectiveness after blocking several bullets.

The bullets penetrated the octopus's body, causing it to roll and destroy its internal structure. Shrapnel exploded inside the body, and a large amount of liquid and gas of unknown purpose leaked from its protective clothing. The severely injured octopus's tentacles kept twisting, and its body surface was changing color. Even though it had no vocal organs, the soldiers could feel its pain.

The octopus's two big eyes looked at the human approaching, and its tentacles twisted and hit somewhere on the protective clothing. In an instant, a crystal on its waist began to flash, and the flashing speed became faster and faster.

"Shit! Dodge!"

Although it is unknown what the octopus activated, it definitely looks like some kind of self-destruct device.

Not knowing the power of the self-destruct device activated by the other party, the members of Team B rolled and crawled to hide behind the cover.

boom!
Like a high-explosive bomb being detonated, the energy of the crystal explosion first tore the octopus body into pieces, and then squeezed out the surrounding air. The entire control room was like a typhoon, and the computer screen on the table was overturned and smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

When the explosion ended, the people of Team B stood up from behind the bunker and patted the dust off their bodies. The captain put down the military dog ​​in his arms and looked at where the octopus was. Squidward was torn to pieces by the explosion, leaving only some charred remains that smelled like grilled squid.

“Shit.”

The captain muttered something and then looked at the signalman. He looked at the alarm signal in the wired communicator. Both Team A and the ground were flashing red lights.

"Sir, we're in trouble. The ground team and Team A are under siege by aliens."

"Boss! You should come over and take a look at this place"

One of the team members' expressions indicated that he had discovered something. Even though the gas mask covered his mouth, one could tell that something was wrong with his expression.

Soon, the captain of Team B saw a scene that made every human being very uncomfortable.

In a room next to the control room, several humans had their eyes wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. Their limbs were twisted strangely, their mouths were wide open, the muscles around their eyes were tense, fine bloodshot veins were popping out of their eyes, and the corners of their mouths seemed to have been torn from struggling.

The culprit behind all this was several crystals deeply inserted into their heads, like steel nails being hammered into their skulls. The humans nearby also had crystals of unknown purpose inserted into various parts of their bodies, like being pressed against a pinboard. No one wanted to know what kind of treatment these people had received from the alien octopus.

"They are studying us individually," the captain of Team B said through gritted teeth.

After that, Team B waited in the control room for power to be restored, restarted the equipment in the computer room, and restored the network connection.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on the ceiling of the control room. The military dog ​​immediately stood up and looked at the ceiling. Amid the rustling sound, it seemed that something was crawling in the ventilation duct.

With a bang, a giant louse jumped out of the vent and its body exploded in mid-air!

However, at that moment, on the third underground floor, Team A abandoned the idea of ​​storming the computer room when several lobsters appeared in the hallway. These creatures, with their thick shells, acted like tanks in the confined space of the hallway. Their frontal protection was excellent, and 5.56mm bullets struggled to penetrate their shells. Even if they did, the bullets seemed to have been swallowed, leaving no lasting effect. While withstanding the assault rifle fire, the lobsters continued to fire lasers, suppressing Team A's members. The lobsters, capable of withstanding assault rifle fire and firing lasers, instantly lost their temper and forced them to retreat.

Pass!
The gunner loaded single-shot bullets into the shotgun and bombarded the lobster, which did have an effect. Each shot could shatter part of the lobster's body, but lobsters are very tenacious and it often takes multiple bullets to kill them.

After killing a lobster, the other lobsters began to use their spherical claws to protect their fragile heads, and then used their claws that could shoot lasers to attack and suppress Team A. The bullets hit the claws and were bounced away by the spherical surface. Even single-headed bullets could hardly penetrate the claws, causing rapid damage to the lobsters.

Under the suppression of lasers, Team A fell into an absolute disadvantage. The demolition team blew up the door of the generator set according to the instructions.

boom!
The door to the generator room was blown open by C4 explosives, and the members of Team A huddled in the corner, delaying the aliens.

It's not that they don't want to enter the generator room, but the wired communicators carried by the signalmen restrict their movement.

Although Alpha Team can cut off the lines and move more flexibly, their mission is not just to repair the optical cables, but also to send out the intelligence contained therein.

"Start the generator!"

"Yes!"

The technician quickly found the crank, inserted it into the generator, and started turning it vigorously. As the speed of rotation increased, the compression-ignition diesel engine started, and power supply was restored to the entire network center in an instant, except for some areas where the lines were interrupted, such as the second and third underground floors which were severely damaged.

Whoosh! Invisible electric currents flowed through the wires to the ground. Meanwhile, outside the network center, American soldiers stationed there were using Humvees as cover, firing back at the large number of "seafood" approaching them.

The two Bradleys became the backbone of the defense line. In front of the 25MM machine gun, all creatures were equal. One shot would crush any carbon-based creature.

However, Bradley's ammunition was limited. After firing the last string of ammunition, Bradley's 25MM main gun misfired, and only the coaxial machine gun was firing. The loaded TOW anti-tank missiles ran out of ammunition after clearing a large number of enemies.

"Hasn't the power been restored yet?!"

"Sir, Team A is repairing the generator. They encountered an alien underground. The power has been restored! They succeeded!"

At this moment, current was injected into the laser communicator along the cable, and the red light on the communicator instantly turned green.

"Quick! Restore communications, we can't hold out for much longer!"

The American officers looked at the defense line that was getting closer and closer. Some soldiers had already been hit by the lobster's laser and suffered casualties.

The communications soldier was adjusting the laser communicator, but at this moment a light cloud passed by in the sky, blocking the laser beam. The communications soldier couldn't help but curse in his heart. This was the problem with laser communication. Laser coding was easily affected by the environment.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The signalman looked up at the sky. Blown by the sea breeze, the laser communicator connected to the satellite's communication antenna. However, at this moment, the anxious voice of the captain of Team A rang out from the wired communicator: "Do not restore the network connection! Repeat! Do not restore the network connection!"

(End of this chapter)