Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 234 All Lines Out of Contact
"What?!!"

What does it mean that I can't contact them suddenly?!

"Where are the drones? Where are the satellites?! Zoom in and find them!!"

Old Paul's roar echoed in the chaotic command room.

His eyes were fixed on the table, watching the information dots representing his squads on the screen disappear one by one as they went offline.

At this moment, he was really panicked.

Werewolves, witches, vampires.

Disobeying orders and dying unexpectedly are two completely different things from losing communication and being wiped out during a mission due to command errors.

"God! What are you all good for?! I brought you here not so you could sit in the office all day drinking coffee and chatting!"

"Send out all the remaining drones on the ship now! We need to find them alive or dead!!"

After yelling at the equally tense and sweating technicians, old Joel finally collapsed into his chair, his chest heaving.

His head of gray, curly hair, which had been flattened by the captain's hat, stood up abruptly due to his emotional outburst, tilting the hat to one side.

Just now, due to the nightfall, both the werewolf and the vampire reached their peak condition.

Ten hours after the advance troops landed, the United States' extraordinary combat power finally came into play in the city exploration mission.

As the landing craft approached the shore, several extraordinary organizations and groups split into several teams, dispersed, and rushed into the city at a speed that ordinary soldiers could hardly match.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the outskirts of Dongjing, the capital city, where valuable targets were more likely to be located.

At first, he was quite pleased to see the dots representing extraordinary teams on the screen gradually approaching the limits of the neighboring Xin Kingdom's exploration.

However, just as the teams were heading deeper into the city, the signal lights representing the leading teams suddenly went out.

It's clear that something happened.

It's true that I was somewhat surprised.

However, old Joel didn't seem to care too much.

On the contrary, I think that an unfavorable start and some setbacks can actually dampen the arrogance of these extraordinary individuals, which may be more beneficial to the mission.

The ordinary people on the ship, and even the technicians in this conference room, all disliked those unreasonable and arrogant superhumans.

Naturally, they were all delighted.

But soon, old Joel's smile faded.

Within minutes, the various team dots that were moving rapidly on the map went out after penetrating a certain area of ​​the city.

And the speed is getting faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, half of it had already disappeared.

Realizing something was wrong, Old Joel was about to do something when the last remaining red dot of the team still responding in the communications area quietly went out.

Within the communication link, only harsh electrical noise could be heard.

The atmosphere in the entire command room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then came Old Joel's roar.

And the technicians who, realizing what had happened and sweating profusely, quickly got to work adjusting the frequency band in an attempt to restore communication.

This is a really big deal.

Everyone realized that old Joel might face a court-martial and be executed in a few days, and the rest of them would certainly not have a good ending either.

For the upper-class nobles and capitalists, the few extraordinary individuals in the United States were all extremely valuable.

If it weren't for the fact that it involved the fundamental interests of the country, that person would have held a meeting for several hours.

And then there's MacArthur, a man of immense prestige in the military who now wields considerable influence in the realm of the supernatural.

Otherwise, how could they possibly mobilize the extraordinary organizations they've cooperated with to bolster their image this time?

Now this is good.

It's like a tiny country that you can't find on a map even after flipping through it for two minutes, inviting a technical expert from a superpower to come and provide guidance.

As a result, the person died of food poisoning in the cafeteria that same day.

The only possible outcome is to choose between dying a miserable death and dying a glorious one.

Everyone waited anxiously.

The wireless devices switched channels one by one, and the only sound echoing in the room was the operator's urgent, repeated calls.

But in the midst of this oppressive atmosphere, time ticked by, second by second.

As the last backup channel was silently disconnected, old Joel's heart sank to the bottom.

Good heavens, we're doomed.

He cried out in despair, raised his hand and pressed it hard against his chest, his expression contorted in pain.

That really wiped out a whole bunch of extraordinary beings in one fell swoop.

Old Joel shuddered at the thought of how furious those old fogies, yearning for the extraordinary, would be if the news got back.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand, and gave orders to the sergeant beside him:

"Quickly! Send out all the air forces from the ships! Head to Dongjing as fast as possible!"

But before he could finish shouting and the sergeant could even receive the order and turn to leave, he was stopped by a hesitant voice from the side.

"Um, sir... we might not be able to do that..."

As soon as the sound came out, Old Joel and the others immediately turned their gazes in that direction.

It was a young information worker wearing an earpiece.

Noticing his boss's intimidating gaze, he gave a forced laugh and flipped the screen in his hand over.

"Sir, you see for yourself..."

On the screen was a slightly shaky aerial view, seemingly from a reconnaissance drone.

What it displays is the Dongjing area that the group had just been discussing.

The city, which had been deathly silent, now seemed to be boiling with life.

Twisted and bizarre monsters, some with fleshy wings or feathers, and others that were slowly floating and suspended by several bloated vesicles, gathered in large numbers above the city.

Because the drone's camera lens was positioned a little further away, at first glance it looked like a large, twisting, writhing black cloud obscuring the entire city.

In the southeast of the city, only scattered lights pierced through the dense horde of monsters.

The roar of gunfire and explosions echoed far and wide.

At that moment, the technician operating the drone also adjusted the camera angle slightly in that direction.

This allowed Old Joel and the others to see clearly that it was a group of equally numerous armed drones, forming an aerial formation.

At this moment, they were firing at full power, tearing apart the dense, black cloud of flying monsters in the sky above the city.

Although the distance was limited and the scene was somewhat blurry under the gloomy night sky, Old Joel glanced at it a few times and immediately recognized that the forces engaged in combat with the monster were none other than the air force from the neighboring Kingdom of Cinder.

With a little guesswork, one can imagine that the other side probably encountered a similar situation to ours, but their reaction was obviously much more timely.

Just watching the massive air force, wave after wave of munitions, drones, and monster wreckage falling from the sky like dumplings.

However, monsters continued to replenish the city and its surroundings.

Even as the drone rotates, you can see more black dots gathering in the distant sky.

"Ugh…"

He sighed, thinking about the number of air troops and ammunition reserves the fleet was carrying on this trip.

Old Joel also gave up on the idea of ​​sending them all out to their deaths.

Since the air route is blocked, we have to think of other ways.

In the quiet command room, old Joel frowned and pondered as he watched the aerial battle on the screen.

Nowadays, it seems that the only way to enter the city is by ground level.

The limited armored forces and the slow advance of the army in the city, even disregarding the dangers and obstacles on the road, all negatively impacted the progress.

Once they enter the city, if there is any real danger, there probably won't be many people left.

And it was just when he was racking his brains without any results and seemed to have no solution.

With a slight shift of his gaze, he noticed the exploration report that his deputy had recently submitted on the table in front of him.

His expression suddenly froze, and an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Yes! We still have troops in the city!
Old Joel remembered that there were still thousands of soldiers stationed in the city.

As an advance exploration force, it has ample manpower, equipment, and mobility.

Although it is still some distance from Dongjing, it is obviously much faster than sending troops from the ships.

Having figured this out, he no longer hesitated and quickly turned to the communications officer beside him to ask:

"Quick! Test it! Is the communication link to the advance exploration team's camp still working?"

“…Yes, yes, sir.”

Taken aback by the other party's sudden outburst, the communications personnel quickly recovered and began banging on the control panel in front of them.

Soon, a communication link was established.

After a moment of silence, a slightly hoarse voice rang out:

"Buzz... This is Ron..."

Seeing that the communication was connected so quickly, Old Joel and a group of officials immediately gathered around.

However, after the initial excitement, the highest-ranking officials gathered in the innermost circle were about to issue orders when they exchanged puzzled glances.

Who exactly is this guy named Ron?
However, soon after, a quiet explanation came from behind:

“Sir, Ron was a squad leader in the previous exploration team. I spoke with him this morning…”

Listening to the information, old Joel nodded, cleared his throat, and made his tone more formal:
“Ahem~ Sergeant Ron, I am Joel Johnson, your superior officer. Now, soldiers, report on the situation of your units. I have an extremely important mission to issue to you.”

After the words were spoken, the signal on the other end of the communicator seemed to be weak. After a short wait, words mixed with noise came through:
"Buzz... I've detected valuable information... Safe surroundings... Requesting troop recovery..."

Listening to the irrelevant answers coming from the communicator, old Joel frowned, his tone becoming more serious:

"Sergeant! Did you hear my order? Report on the status of your unit! Immediately!"

After the words were spoken, there was another silence.

After a while, the sound came again:
"Buzz... This is Ron..."

"Buzz... I've detected valuable information... Safe surroundings... Requesting troop recovery..."

The same hoarse yet calm voice came out, repeating every word and tone exactly the same.

At this moment, the few people gathered in the command room in front of the communicator also looked up, exchanging glances, and sensed that something was wrong.

For a moment, no one spoke, as if there was some tacit understanding, waiting for the sound from the other end of the communicator.

A short while later:

"Buzz... This is Ron..."

"Buzz... I've detected valuable information... Safe surroundings... Requesting troop recovery..."

Once again, the exact same two sentences, even the same tone, were uttered.

At this point, even the slowest person realized that things were probably going to take a turn for the worse.

Old Joel, listening to the hoarse voice repeating over and over from the communicator, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He unconsciously raised his hand to tug at his collar, glancing at the other high-ranking officials around him, only to see a similar emotion in their eyes:

fear.

disturbed.

……

Meanwhile, in a city more than ten kilometers away from the warship's command center, murky raindrops pattered against the windows under a gloomy sky.

"Buzz... This is Ron..."

A hoarse voice drifted on, devoid of any emotion.

There was a brief pause, and at that moment, the green light on the communication headset integrated into the tactical helmet, indicating that the connection had been established, went out as the call was disconnected.

But the owner of the voice seemed completely oblivious, mechanically waiting a few seconds before speaking again in a hoarse voice:
"Buzz... I've detected valuable information... Safe surroundings... Requesting troop recovery..."

The sound echoed, and before each sentence, the stiff, simulated electrical hum made the sound as harsh as two pieces of metal rubbing together.

On the helmet, a red indicator light, signifying that the communication had ended, was vaguely reflected on the glass window in the rain.

At the same time, there were also the shriveled and withered eyeballs visible through the gaps in the tactical helmet.

The dark figure by the window was dampened by the drizzle.

As the sea breeze blew, the rough rope around the shriveled corpse's neck creaked and rattled with the body's movements.

Like some kind of local ornament, it swayed outside the window in the damp sea breeze.

"Buzz... This is Ron..."

The mechanical, hoarse voice continued, but the source of the sound was not the dried-out, shriveled corpse hanging on the rope.

Elevate your field of vision.

Ascending along the rope, one sees a huge head, as large as a small room, with enormous, terrifying features grinning in an exaggerated smile.

A series of hoarse, mechanical words came from inside the head.

The facial features on this head are exactly the same as those of the swaying corpse hanging at the end of the rope below.

(End of this chapter)