Ten minutes later, all the railways were blown up, and the jackals on the highway were nowhere to be found.
The silver-gray spider legs were disconnected from the body and stuck on the road. Some of them were ejected by the shock wave generated by the explosion, flying towards the nearby city like a javelin.
Yun Tuan found a pair of gloves that would not be corroded by her, and then picked up a disinfectant wipe to wipe the stain on her ankle. It was not blood or mud.
It smells a bit like 84 disinfectant.
Xiaoxi silently turned the camera to long-range mode to take a picture of a special group of people cleaning the battlefield.
It asked cautiously——
[Anchor, if you smell the wet wipes that you used to wipe your feet, is that not very elegant...]
Yun Tuan threw the wet wipes into the car trash can and asked casually: "What, you want to say that this is the same as picking your feet and smelling them?"
Xiao Xi turned the camera towards the clouds in shock, [Can the idiom still be used in this way?]
"Who knows, I'm speechless."
She stretched out and accidentally touched the central rearview mirror with her wrist. The mirror and the outer layer of composite material were completely corroded.
One group has finished fighting.
They dragged a dark container and were returning to the helicopter in an orderly manner.
Related instructions came from the armored vehicle's broadcast: [Seven groups of clouds, drive back to the team.]
"Yes."
But...she has just finished corroding the passenger seat. If she gets to the cab, the situation will probably be the same. Is she going to drive with her legs tied?
Yun Tuan glanced at the clothes he was wearing - a gray vest with exposed shoulders and arms, and short pants that just reached his knees. If he sat down, the fabric would move up, and there would definitely be problems where the seat contacts the skin.<
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But except for a little pilling at the neckline, her outfit is quite complete.
It didn't seem to be made of any special material, maybe pure cotton or polyester. She glanced around, pulled the blanket on the back seat, wrapped the driver's seat stool, and bravely turned it over.
One second, two seconds...the seat is not corroded.
So easy?
Why didn't Group 7 find anything?
——Oh, if Fu Zhao is the only one left, that man won’t care about her life or death at all.
Yun Tuan launched the armored vehicle and returned according to the route in memory.
The exclusive building for the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Special Operations Team is not high, with six floors above ground and three floors underground.
The -3rd floor is where they keep the less harmful mutant beasts and her.
-The first floor is the parking lot. Leaders often drive up in luxury cars for inspections and are specially received by the receptionist on the first floor.
-The second floor is the office space allocated to the Seven Special Groups.
The seven groups were like badly treated pets. They were obviously going to the battlefield and working as dangerous "war reporters", but they were not given any relevant supplies.
It is normal for the group to die.
Yun Tuan stood in front of the door on the second underground floor. Through pupil recognition, it showed that the permission was abnormal. She used the communicator to contact the headquarters, waited for five minutes, and successfully entered the messy office space.
A lot of paper documents are piled in the corner, and there are a few accidentally stepped footprints on them, about 41 yards in size.
Wearing cotton gloves, it was difficult to pick up the paper. Yun Tuan called out the live broadcast wizard and pointed to the document on the ground, "Come and look at this."
【Good anchor.】
Xiaoxi struggled to pick up a 20-page document, put it on the flat desktop, and opened it.
Several bold characters came into view - "Enrich the form and improve the cleanup operation of mutant beasts". Yun Tuan nodded and motioned for Xiao Xi to continue reading.
The electronic eye waved another pair of small wings, struggled to hold an A4 paper, and turned another page.
"Continue."
Two pages, three pages...twenty pages.
Xiao Xi was dizzy while flipping through the pages, but the recorder received a gentle instruction from the anchor - "Change another one, thank you for your hard work."