In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"We're here! This is the warehouse area of ​​the military base."

After shooting down several mutated insects and repelling a few omnics, a group of rebel soldiers finally became the first wave of Free Army members to arrive at the warehouse area.

Standing in front of the warehouse, recalling the hardships and dangers they had overcome along the way, the eyes of these rebel soldiers gleamed with greed and anticipation, as if they could already see the mountains of supplies piled up inside.

They walked excitedly towards the warehouse, ready to enter.

A nut-like plant spirit urged impatiently, "Quick, open the door and see what goodies are inside!"

Another weed spirit rubbed his hands together: "Hehe, maybe there are a lot of valuable and useful old-fashioned firearms inside."

A cactus spirit curiously guessed, "The commander said there are quite a few armored vehicles stored in the warehouse. I wonder if there are any tanks..."

"I wonder which is stronger, the old-era tank or the Federation's cactus tank."

"That must be an old-fashioned tank, okay? I heard back then that the cactus tank from the 118th Army next door broke down on the march..."

The rebel soldiers, laughing and chatting, pushed open the warehouse door together.

With a heavy creak, the warehouse door opened a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A weed spirit volunteered to step forward: "The door is open, let me go in and take a look!"

However, another Torchwood stump plant spirit shouted angrily, "No, let me go first. I used more force than you just now."

"Hehe, I'm the first one, you all go behind me."

In the midst of the pushing and shoving, a lucky Peashooter, Zergling, emerged victorious and squeezed through the crack in the warehouse door first.

In a great mood, he even turned around and made a face at his comrades who were crowding at the door and unable to move.

However, when the Peashooter turned around and saw the situation in the dimly lit warehouse, the smile on his face instantly froze.

What came into view was a spacious warehouse that was completely empty, much like a field after a locust plague, with not even a blade of grass left behind.

Where are the weapons? Where is the ammunition? Where are the vehicles? Where are the supplies?

[Why is it that when I came in, there was absolutely nothing here?]

The Peashooter stood frozen in place, its hands and feet gradually growing incredibly cold.

The smile gradually faded, replaced by deep fear and disbelief.

"Hey, what's going on inside? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Haha, they're probably just amazed by the abundance of supplies inside."

"Let's go in and take a look."

The first few rebel soldiers squeezed through the crack in the door, while the rebel soldiers in the back opened the door completely, allowing the outside light to shine into the warehouse.

After seeing the situation inside the warehouse, all the rebel soldiers who arrived at the warehouse area had an expression on their faces that was not much different from that of the first Peashooter, Plant Spirit.

They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, looking at each other in stunned silence, as if frozen in place.

A Squash plant spirit's voice trembled: "Didn't the higher-ups say that the warehouses here are all full? There are plenty of supplies we can take?"

"Then what was the point of all the hard work we put in to get here, and the sacrifice of so many brothers?"

Another tall plant spirit cried out in utter grief and indignation, its heart filled with doubt, anger, and despair.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, spreading an uneasy and oppressive atmosphere among the rebel soldiers. They gripped their weapons tightly, unsure of what to do.

But soon, complaints and arguments arose among them, and some rebel soldiers even wanted to turn around and leave.

"Quiet! Quiet down! Listen to me."

The one who finally stepped forward to maintain order was a Plant Spirit, a two-shot pea shooter who had lost an eye. He was the surviving officer who had previously been responsible for escorting the technical experts to break through the military base's gate.

Upon seeing the officer appear, the previously agitated crowd quieted down considerably, and the rebel soldiers pricked up their ears, eager to hear what he had to say.

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. There are other doors leading to other warehouses. Let's check those warehouses; maybe there are still supplies there!"

The words of the two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit, calmed the restless emotions of the rebel soldiers.

Several rebel soldiers nodded and immediately ran toward the door leading to the second warehouse in the distance.

"Quickly, report the situation in the warehouse area and get the general and officers here."

The double-shot pea shooter Plant Spirit quickly gave a wink to the rebel soldier beside him, who understood and immediately jogged away from the warehouse.

But for some reason, looking at the warehouse door in the distance that was clearly closed tightly, he felt a strange sense of unease.

The door to the second warehouse opened, then the third, the fourth...

When the last warehouse was opened, the spirits of many rebel soldiers finally plummeted.

Without exception, these warehouses were completely empty of supplies, even cleaner than bank vaults that had been robbed.

The face of the two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit, turned deathly pale in an instant. He forcefully pushed through the crowd and entered the last warehouse.

It was still empty; nothing was left behind.

Why? Why did it turn out this way?

The two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit, trembled as it reached out and touched the ground, but what it touched was still nothingness.

He even subconsciously felt that the supplies stored in the warehouse were simply hidden by an invisible device.

"Didn't you say there were supplies here? Where did they go?"

"Right, where are the supplies?"

"Tell us quickly, where are the supplies?"

Several rebel soldiers, their eyes red with anger, stormed up to the Twin Peashooter Plant Spirit and surrounded him.

The two-shot pea shooter felt a wave of powerlessness wash over him. He understood that the hopes of these rebel soldiers had been dashed, and this would have unpredictable consequences.

Those who chose to step forward clearly lacked the ability to maintain the situation.

How could he explain the sudden disappearance of the supplies in the warehouse? Did he know the reason himself?

Wait, the reason? Disappeared, ahead of schedule...

Several keywords strung together, and then a handsome face belonging to a human psionicist appeared in the memories of the two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit.

Could it be...him?

Before the two Peashooter Plant Spirits could even think, a fist the size of a clay pot came flying straight at them.

With a sharp pain, the wounded body of the Twin Peashooter Plant Spirit crashed heavily to the ground.

"I shouldn't have believed your lies and joined the Freedom Armed Forces!"

"We're barely scraping by, and the Federation is chasing us down. Is this the kind of life we ​​want to live?"

"It's all your fault, you bunch of useless trash! My brother died in vain!"

The rebel soldiers completely lost control, raining blows on the double-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit.

Angry shouts rose and fell as they began to vandalize and fight indiscriminately, venting their frustrations everywhere.

The scene became increasingly chaotic. The two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit, who was lying on the ground, became increasingly dizzy. He tried his best to get up from the ground, but vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

"This guy's not dead yet, let's finish him off with a few more blows!"

A sharp blade pierced his chest, blood flowed out, and inside the warehouse, an internal conflict belonging to the Freedom Armed Forces was about to erupt.

As his consciousness gradually faded, in the final moments of his life, the two-shot pea shooter, Plant Spirit, finally heard those hurried yet highly recognizable footsteps.

Fyodor Alexander Vladimir finally crossed the military base, leading a group of officers loyal to him, and arrived at the now-empty warehouse area.