Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 228 City Exploration, Differences Between the Two Sides

"boom--!!"

With a sudden loud bang, the wooden door was kicked open, and dust billowed up instantly.

Light suddenly streamed in from outside, illuminating three fully armed federal soldiers standing against the light.

Holding a firearm, in a defensive posture.

Meanwhile, several flashlights and laser beams swept back and forth across the room's blind spots and firing positions.

After confirming that there were no abnormalities, the soldiers stepped into the room.

"...Buzz...Report, this is B12, the fourth room in the east building, no abnormalities found so far."

"...Hmm, still no sign of anyone. Over."

Squad leader Ron pressed his earpiece with one hand, answering the questions in his ear.

The eyes behind the helmet visor were also carefully examining the dusty house, which looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

The room was small and sparsely furnished.

He walked through the thick dust in his combat boots to a wooden cabinet in the corner, and gently wiped it with his fingers, revealing a clear trace of dust.

Ignore these.

Ron, somewhat curious, picked up the wooden photo frame on top and examined the family portrait covered in a layer of dust.

He thought to himself that this level of dust accumulation could not have occurred in just half a month, and it was probably another room that had been vacant all along.

I put the picture frame down and turned it around again.

Finding nothing, they turned around and reunited with the two team members who had also finished their search.

They nodded to each other and gestured, quickly understanding that their respective rooms had been searched.

The three men then expertly picked up their guns again and walked deeper into the house.

There was also a thin wooden partition door there; judging from its structure, it should be the room where the bedroom was located.

Stand in front of the door.

Two team members were aiming at the corner inside the bedroom from different angles, while Ron carefully turned to the side.

Gently place your hand, which is wearing protective gear, on the doorknob.

Although he suspected the house was probably abandoned, he opened the door according to the standards of his military training, out of caution for his own life.

"Click..."

The doorknob was pressed down, and with a creak, the door was pushed open abruptly, and several flashlight beams quickly scanned the room.

However, apart from the messy bed and the equally dusty furniture, there seemed to be nothing else unusual about this small bedroom.

Three people entered one after another.

Soon, they set their sights on the furniture that was different from the empty living room.

This bedroom, with its strong sense of home, contains plenty of cabinets and storage space.

Then, amidst the sounds of rummaging, the wardrobe in the room was violently ripped out and thrown to the ground.

The group searched carefully, leaving no inch unchecked as to where anything might be hiding.

However, due to limited space, Ron did not participate.

Instead, he freed one hand, took the gun, went to the bedside, drew the dagger from his waist, and carefully lifted the piled-up blankets.

"Wow..."

The bed was suddenly ripped open.

The result was naturally nothing, but instead a cloud of dust was raised.

This bedroom seems dirtier than the living room outside.

Ron frowned, looking at the obvious difference in the thickness of the dust under the flashlight beam.

My gaze followed the path and finally landed on the window not far from the bed.

The first thing you see is a gray, heavy curtain that blocks out the midday sun and makes the room dark and oppressive.

Ron stared at the small window, then stepped forward, holding his gun in one hand and slowly pulling the curtains closed with the other.

With a gentle tug, a ray of light shone in, instantly dispelling the gloomy and oppressive feeling in the room.

After confirming there was no danger, he simply pulled the curtains all the way down.

Then, my gaze fell on the edge of the tightly closed window, on the obvious gray marks.

"...This window was originally open?"

As the thought arose in his mind, he instinctively placed his hand on the window handle.

"Click..."

With a twist, the window slowly opened.

A sea breeze carrying the moisture of the harbor blew in, and even with his mask on, Ron instinctively squinted.

And at that very moment.

"brush--!"

A shadow suddenly entered my field of vision.

Ron's eyes widened instantly, and amidst a clanging sound of metal striking metal, he quickly raised his gun and pointed it out the window.

His heart was pounding, and it wasn't until he calmed down a little that he could see clearly.

It was just a rough rope, seemingly normal, but it swayed in the sea breeze outside the window and dangled towards the house.

Just to be on the safe side, Ron poked the gun twice with the muzzle to make sure there was nothing wrong before he felt relieved.

However, he did not reach out to touch it rashly. Instead, he put down his weapon, placed his hand on the headset, and connected to the team's communication.

"Report, B12 has detected a suspicious object. Requesting additional personnel..."

……

"...Buzz...Received, coming right away."

At this moment, the square downstairs was deserted.

After hanging up the headset, the support team leader, with a full beard, picked up his gun and jumped off the parked vehicle.

After determining the direction, he waved to signal the team members behind him to follow.

With the power cut off, the team had no choice but to climb the stairs towards their target floor.

This is no easy task for a fully armed squad of soldiers.

Halfway up the mountain, some people were already exhausted and panting heavily.

The dimly lit stairwell, devoid of lighting, presents a constant threat of hidden dangers with every climb.

In response, the squad could only remain on high alert, guns drawn.

Just as the group cautiously rounded another corner...

Suddenly, at the back of the group, a door connecting to the corridor on each floor creaked and collapsed.

It slammed heavily onto the concrete floor of the stairwell, making a loud thud.

"boom--!"

The sudden turn of events, with billowing smoke and dust, startled the soldiers in the support team.

At the back of the column, a somewhat nervous young soldier pointed his weapon directly at the fallen door, pulled the trigger, and fired a burst of bullets.

"Da da da~!"

"Oh my god! This is terrifying!!"

The young soldier, panting heavily, took a while to catch his breath and saw that it was just a dilapidated wooden door that had fallen to the ground, with nothing else unusual.

He then put away his gun, cursing as he tried to calm the surge of adrenaline caused by fear.

The others didn't react as strongly as he did, but their expressions were still quite unpleasant.

"What kind of awful job is this! I'd rather shovel manure on a farm in the suburbs than be scared like this, like a rat!!"

Perhaps he was really frightened just now, the young soldier at the rear of the column kept complaining.

"I heard that the neighboring country of Xin has already landed! Each of their squads has a professional superhuman accompanying them! Look at us?!"

As the shouts behind them grew louder and louder, the bearded leader, who was on guard with a gun, looked helpless and could only raise his hand to stop the group and turn around to look.

"Alright kid, stop complaining. We're just after those green dollars."

"Only when you've earned enough money can you take your family and girlfriend to a safer country, right?"

After saying this, the team leader stopped talking, just shrugged, turned around and continued to raise his gun, climbing the steps one by one.

"As for joining a team? Our superhuman grandpas wouldn't be like us, wallowing in a pile of garbage and dust."

"They have a whole bunch of pretty girls waiting to keep them busy, haha~"

These words immediately caused the other soldiers to grin.

Soon, someone couldn't help but chime in.

"And those smooth-talking politicians! They're thirsty for their hooks! Hahaha!"

"Haha, you're really something!"

The oppressive atmosphere was quickly dispelled by the bearded man's teasing.

They traveled quickly. The support team, now alert, soon arrived at the floor and room mentioned in the support intelligence.

Looking at the wide-open front door lying askew on the ground, the bearded man pressed his earpiece and made a communication.

"Alright, Ron, come out. We've arrived, and we've brought the same old protective case."

"What did you find? Hurry up and load it up so we can get back to camp as soon as possible."

"Hey, I heard that the base is just a few steps away from the garrison area of ​​the Nation."

"Maybe we can find some time to go and exchange some things. I wonder what good food they have there..."

"Ron?"

……

"Let's call it a day; there's no living creature left in this area."

A young man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in a black combat uniform from the Special Operations Bureau, spoke up.

He looked at the map pressed under the wooden compass in his hand; the ink seemed to flow as if it were alive, outlining the traces of houses in front of him.

His gaze lingered briefly on the red dots above, and after confirming that they were not living people, he shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the uniformed soldiers who were on guard with guns all lowered their stances, turned around without hesitation, and left together to head to the next area.

They rely on the abilities of superhumans to carry out their operations, striving to search every corner of the city with maximum efficiency.

And this is just one corner of it.

At this moment, if one were looking down from above...

Then you can see giant birds and beasts transforming into each other, swiftly moving and leaping between cities.

Others held a jumble of magical artifacts and talismans, creating bursts of magical light.

Amidst the flashes of gunfire, a group of cultivators from within the country, whose cultivation had been in a state of intense competition for a long time, arrived.

It's like a giant net, quickly filtering through the lifeless port city.

It demonstrated to the world for the first time its terrifying precision and efficiency.

……

And at the same time.

In another location not far from the coastline, the flashes of gunfire briefly illuminated the shadows between buildings.

A middle-aged man with a long face wearing a robe, with the Special Operations Bureau logo in some places.

He was stroking his goatee, watching the humanoid objects constantly emerging from the sewers, marveling at them.

"Tsk tsk~ How strange, how strange. It has neither yin energy nor corpse energy nor life energy. What on earth is this?"

Just as he was marveling at this, more and more of those objects surged forth.

They remained largely in human form, but their bodies appeared to have melted, turning completely crimson.

The body was haphazardly pieced together with facial features and exposed, pale bones, making it shockingly ugly.

The firepower of the soldiers on both sides was gradually becoming unable to suppress the enemy's offensive momentum.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with the goatee was not surprised at all.

He calmly raised a palm-sized, copper-green bell in his hand and began to shake it rhythmically.

With a loud noise, the two figures shrouded in black robes who had been standing behind him suddenly moved.

The next moment, it carried a chilling aura, passed through the soldiers firing incessantly ahead, and rushed towards the approaching horde of monsters.

Upon seeing this, the armed squad skillfully dispersed to both sides, switching from suppressive fire to single-shot kills.

As soon as the muzzle flashes subsided, the mangled humanoid monsters instantly let out all sorts of strange roars and charged forward madly.

They collided head-on with two figures in black robes.

However, the anticipated scene of chaos and devastation did not materialize.

Those blood-red monsters, roaring wildly and charging forward, were like water crashing against rocks.

"Crunch!"

“Ahhh~!!”

In an instant, only the sounds of bones breaking and screams filled the air.

The two figures draped in black robes seemed to be frozen in place, not moving an inch.

However, as the monster horde charged, the haphazardly draped black robe was torn open and scattered on the ground.

It revealed a figure with bluish-purple skin underneath, covered in jet-black hair, with protruding fangs, and dressed in some kind of ancient official robes.

At that moment, the slightly high-pitched voice of the middle-aged man with a long face, accompanied by a smile, drifted over.

"Hehe~ Although I don't know what kind of creature it is, some of its characteristics are similar to the blood corpses described in the bureau's data network."

"Since that's the case, let's use you as practice against this zombie!"

The middle-aged man with the goatee was speaking when his hand suddenly stopped shaking the bell, then became even more vigorous.

Correspondingly, the two figures who had been standing still, letting the monster attack and bite them with its fangs and claws, suddenly moved.

The arm that was originally at his side suddenly stood up.

The jet-black fingernails, gleaming with a metallic sheen, swept out with a whooshing sound as the stiff movements were executed.

“Bang bang bang——!!”

A series of cracking sounds, like popping beans, echoed all around.

Under the terrifying force of the zombies, those seemingly mindless, blood-red monsters gathered together.

Like sheep in front of a train, they break apart when they touch each other, and die when they bump into each other.

With just a few sweeps, the seemingly terrifying horde of blood-red monsters was torn to shreds.

The putrid liquid, mixed with blood and flesh, dripped and spread.

With the final few gunshots, some struggling limbs also stopped twitching completely.

Then several soldiers responsible for cleaning up the battlefield stepped forward, their faces contorted with disgust, and searched through the pile of rotting corpses.

I didn't think I'd find anything, but I actually did find some things.

The middle-aged man with the goatee looked at the paper handed to him, which was soaked with colorful slime and bloodstains, and some words could be vaguely seen.

"Huh? Is that the language of the 'Yinghua' flower? I know a little about it myself, let me take a look."

With a look of disdain, he stretched out two fingers, pinched the paper, brought it close to his eyes, and sized it up with his small eyes.

"The Corpse of Mourning...a cycle?...rules..."

After reading only the first few blurry paragraphs, the old Taoist felt a sudden jolt in his heart, instinctively realizing the extraordinary nature of the information on the paper in his hand.

Ignoring any hint of disgust, he held it firmly with both hands, his eyes intently piecing together and deciphering it.

"Don't be hungry, don't be lonely, don't lose your sleep..."

"Stage 1: Itching, aggressive behavior, drastic personality change..."

"In the second stage, the itching intensifies, hair loss occurs, skin ulcers and peeling occur, and localized dissolution of the body occurs..."

"The third stage..."

"Huh? That's it?"

Just as he was carefully discerning the details, his vision suddenly went blank, revealing large, empty areas below.

Clearly, the recorder ran into trouble at this point and was unable to fully document this so-called "cycle of the tragic corpse."

However, even with just these fragmented pieces of information and words, it is enough to deduce quite a lot.

The old Taoist priest shook the bell, summoning his two zombies back to his side. Then, he stroked his beard, pondering the contents of the paper.

Clearly, this resembles some kind of terrifying disease, causing the body to mutate in different stages and with different manifestations, but it is different from traditional diseases.

Regarding the conditions for infection, the bizarre details such as "do not be hungry, do not be lonely, do not lose sleep" are somewhat difficult to understand.

However, although he couldn't understand these things, the old Taoist priest did have some guesses about the incomplete third stage.

His gaze lingered briefly on the gruesome sight of piles of flesh and bones on the ground.

Soon, a certain decision was made.

Looking at the irregular tear marks on the edge of the paper, which looked as if it had been torn from somewhere, he turned to the soldier beside him and spoke.

“Let’s search more carefully. This piece of paper is clearly part of some kind of diary or book, and it’s most likely still buried among these corpses…”

"I have a feeling this thing is quite valuable. Whether you get the bonus, and whether I can earn more points, all depends on this..."

With that, the man with the goatee looked determined, rolled up his sleeves, and walked toward the pile of rotting corpses.

"Excavation!"

As he spoke, a nauseating, vomit-inducing, and physically uncomfortable slimy sound rang out.

Pieces of rotten, foul-smelling limbs were thrown out.

Upon seeing this scene, the soldiers exchanged glances.

Finally, with a fierce look in his eyes, he slung his gun over his back and followed.

Not long.

"Ugh!!"

(End of this chapter)