Chapter 579 Waste
In fact, for players holding props, they can detect the arrival of abnormalities much earlier than the NPC's alarm.
While everyone at the base was still enjoying lunch, the environmental monitoring micro-sensor built into Xiao Jin's helmet had already issued the first faint but clear warning beep.
The workload index displayed by the protective clothing filtration system soared by 30% in just a few minutes.
She could even "feel" that invisible, poisonous energy with a breath of annihilation, just like the tiniest dust, tenaciously and continuously seeping in through the molecular gaps between layers of protective materials.
However, this level of trouble did not cause much trouble to Xiao Jin. She even had time to open the TV series that she had not finished watching and watched it with relish.
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"Cough cough... cough cough cough!"
"Ahhh... my chest... hurts!"
"Breathe... I can't breathe... Help... Help me..."
As time passed, people in the base began to show various symptoms of infection.
The chaotic running was mixed with painful suppressed coughs and groans. At first they were sporadic, but soon they became one, like a chorus of the dying.
The soldiers guarding the key gates and wearing the base's highest level protective clothing became the first victims to fall.
They leaned against the cold alloy wall, their bodies shaking violently and uncontrollably, and every cough seemed to tear their lungs apart.
Inside the masks of their protective suits, their faces quickly turned from pale to abnormal purple, and their eyeballs bulged out painfully due to suffocation.
Some people scratched their throats and chests in vain, and the heavy protective gloves left weak scratches on the surface of the tough protective clothing.
"Serum! Quick! Purify the serum!" The officer in charge screamed with bloodshot eyes.
A small team of medics carrying a silver cooler stumbled through the chaotic crowd under the cover of soldiers.
The light blue purifying serum was injected into the soldier's jugular vein, and the effect was immediate.
The soldiers' violent convulsions and suffocation quickly eased, and their purple faces faded slightly, but the remaining fear in their eyes and the weakness in their bodies could not be wiped away.
The base commander stood in front of the observation window of the command room, fully armed, looking at the soldiers in the passage below who had barely regained their mobility after being injected with serum, but looked like they had just recovered from a serious illness. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
On the huge holographic screen behind her, the curve representing the concentration of poison gas inside the base was still rising wildly.
On another screen nearby, the number marked "Purified Serum Inventory" was also decreasing at an alarming rate.
Tens of thousands of people! There must be at least tens of thousands of people in the base.
If she relied on the little serum in her hand, it wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between her teeth! It's just a drop in the bucket!
Thinking of this, the base commander's gaze involuntarily turned again to the area of the player's residential area on the monitor.
An extremely tempting yet extremely dangerous thought instantly flashed through her mind - to exchange with them?
But the next second, she ruthlessly suppressed this thought.
A trace of self-deprecating smile crept up the base commander's cold and hard mouth.
Change? What qualifications does she have to "change"? Who are those "outsiders"?
That was a monster that could fight its way through a sea of blood and corpses, disregarding rules! It was an inhuman being that could even dismember a special fog ghost in an instant!
It is already the greatest kindness that they do not take the initiative to snatch away my pitiful stock!
But if they really wanted to...
The base commander closed his eyes, so I could only offer it to him with both hands!
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The twelfth hour of the black fog invasion.
Inside the base, the realization of despair spread like a plague, destroying the last glimmer of hope.
"It's useless... It's all useless..." Someone slumped in the corner, staring with empty eyes at the red and purple sores that quietly appeared on his arms and spread like a spider web.
That's a sign of increasing erosion.
Protective mask? Wet cloth?
In the face of the black fog whose concentration has soared to such a terrifying level, these ordinary items are completely useless and become a pile of junk.
After inhaling the toxins for this period of time, the people in the base are not in good condition.
The only difference is that some people are stronger or farther away from the air outlet of the filtration system, so their symptoms are milder and they can still move around.
Some people have fallen to the ground, curled up, groaning in pain, and every breath is accompanied by a sound like pulling a bellows.
"puff--!"
In the collective living area, a dull and terrifying splashing sound drowned out all the groans!
A middle-aged man curled up in the corner suddenly arched his body, as if he was hit on the back by an invisible sledgehammer, and a large amount of sticky black and red liquid with fragments of internal organs spurted out.
The blood splattered on the cold metal wall opposite, leaving shocking marks!
"Ah——!" The surrounding crowd was like an exploded ant nest, screaming and retreating wildly, crowding and trampling on each other, with extreme fear written on their faces, as if that was not blood, but a deadly plague pathogen.
The man who was vomiting blood was hunched over in pain, his hands covered in black blood tightly covering his collapsed chest. His throat made hoarse gasps like a broken bellows, and every breath he took was accompanied by a strong smell of blood.
His bloodshot and cloudy eyes stared fixedly in the direction of the medical team wearing white protective suits in the crowd, filled with the final desire for life.
"Blood...serum...please...give me...serum..." The hoarse voice was like sandpaper friction, faintly but clearly hitting the tense nerves of every survivor.
Soon, several base guards wearing gas masks and fully enclosed protective suits roughly separated the crowd and carried the man who was coughing up blood onto a stretcher and took him away.
Ordinary people watching were thoughtful.
"Are they taking him for treatment?"
"Of course! We can be saved with the serum!"
"Then why do we have to gather them together? Can't we just give the injection here?"
"Maybe... maybe the poisonous fog is more serious this time, and they still need doctors to take care of them after the serum injection..."
The survivors looked in shock at the direction where the people were being taken away, and lowered their heads and whispered to each other.
But they don't actually know.
The middle-aged man will eventually be thrown into a huge warehouse that was temporarily requisitioned and had no medical equipment, which is also the temporary "isolation area" of the base.
There were no doctors, no medicines, and no life-saving serum.
There was only the cold concrete floor and more and more infected people being dragged in like waste waiting to be processed.
They piled on top of each other, groaning in pain.
The breath of despair and death fermented and condensed there, becoming the darkest corner of the base...