"Ahh

"Mosilaire - stay away from the locals, they're all mutated!"

The voice of the medic "doctor" suddenly sounded in her helmet, and her anxiety was mixed with fear that could not be concealed.

"Whew- they're all fucking ahh

Mosilaire obviously already knew this brilliant conclusion, because there is no normal person in this world whose mouth would naturally specialize into sharp round mouthparts, swaying and throwing out pink saliva while staring at you with grotesque eyeballs that swelled and stretched out like mallets - if they also had their own creators, then Mosilele would have bet that this guy must have drunk a lot of industrial alcohol before work.

Frankly, the mere misfortune of seeing such a gaunt monster is enough to dampen your appetite for the day, not to mention the fact that they're still partying all over the road, and you're injuring into private territory and ruining their partyy vibes—which always comes at a price—before you vomit today's dinner.

As for the price, it may be a pleasure to hand over your brains, but it may only be a penalty of three drinks—it all depends on the temperament of the party host, and whether the intruder is just a reckless lovely young lady.

Mosilaire was a good drinker, but he didn't like it very much - especially when it was to be a dirty guy with his clothes torn - and of course, if they could spit out something nice with their sharp mouthparts while drinking, Mosilaire would immediately change that stereotype and sincerely apologize to Mr. and Miss Monster.

But perhaps they didn't know how to recite poetry, or maybe they couldn't make up anything good about such a dimly and terrifying scene, and they stared at Mosilaire for a moment with their big, unstripped furball eyes, and then hissed and howled at her—probably they didn't intend to let her drink three drinks.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of mutants on Huacheng Street converged into a tidal stream of people, pushing and smashing away all obstacles in their path, and the street lamps that were still standing tall before were knocked down in an instant, and the fuel vehicles that sounded the alarm due to the collision were also drowned in the endless current.

The blinding red light of the flares was filled with shadowy monsters, roaring and roaring, carving the deepest undecipherable ugly marks on the high-strength concrete pavement and sides of the streets with their blood-stained claws—they could do anything, they could do anything!

No one would dare to be arrogant enough to face such a tide of flesh alone – including Mosilaire.

Her reaction was as fast as ever, her slender figure leaving as swift as she had come.

These filthy fools whistled like the coldest winter wind, leaving a foul smell and a cacophony of car sirens on the scarred black pavement after receding.

Until the tide of monsters disappeared into the darkness at the end of the street, for a long, long time, so long that our readers were almost asleep - suddenly, the big dumpster in a small alley seemed to move, and in a few moments a guy popped out of the green dumpster - it was not a stray kitten foraging for food at night, of course, but our heroine, Mosilaire.

Before the tide of flesh swept her in, she wisely abandoned the grace and reserve of an aristocratic lady for a while, turned the corner, turned off the booster engine on her back, and jumped into the big dumpster - it worked well, at least Mosilaire had managed to get rid of them for a while.

Jumping out of the bin, Mosilaire sneakily glanced out of the alley, and after making sure that he could no longer see any more fools, he slowly removed a piece of bagel and two crab shells from his head.

"No dangerous life has been found in the vicinity."

"Well, I see it." Mosilaire pursed his lips and complained to the AI with a little dissatisfaction: "There is not even a ghost shadow here, you have to tell me earlier next time, it can save me some time." ”

"I'm just trying to make sure you're sure, Miss Mosilare." The artificial intelligence on the Scout's armor slowly explained, "My life is tied to you, and if you die, my fate will not be much better." ”

"Well, that's true." Mosilaire turned on the military communication channel, but could still hear the torturous white noise inside, as if the communication had just been restored was just some kind of flashback.

"It doesn't make sense." She turned on the noise filter switch and frowned in the thick darkness: "Our communication connection is based on the mobile mothership, and we shouldn't lose all the signal after landing on the ground - you see, the satellite signal is all gone." ”

"Who knows, maybe you'll have to climb onto the lightning rod of a building and maybe get the signal you want — and maybe we'll be able to watch paid adult programming for free."

"Will it really work?" Mosilaire automatically filtered out the next half of her sentence, leaning against the wall and pulling out a map of the area.

"It's useless, but you might get struck by lightning." She chuckled, "Judging by today's weather forecast, it will rain heavily in a few moments - do you bring an umbrella?" Miss Mosilaire, I'm going to catch a cold in the rain. ”

"You'd better give me less, VITA." Mosilaire glanced at the blood pressure rising in the lower right corner of the holographic screen and began to think about his next move.

"It's not fair to me. You're discriminating against mechanical life. VITA DID THE MOST BORING SCIENCE IN THE WORLD FOR HER EMOTIONLESSLY, "YOU KNOW WHAT, MISS MOSILARE?" 70% of what an average human says in everyday life is useless nonsense. ”

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Mosilair didn't want to bother with this talk at all, and instead carefully mapped out the route to the city's central signal tower.

Mosilaire didn't have to think about how much of an impact the communication failure would have on a modern army, and her best bet was to move on to her original goal before receiving new orders.

Hopefully I'll be able to run into them in the signal tower.

Mosilaire sighed, straightened up from the wall, and slowly walked out of the alley.

"For your safety, I've rerouted your route to the Central Tower. Considering that the previous retreat direction deviated significantly from the target bearing, you will have to walk at least 7.8 kilometers on the new route. ”

"Got it."

The night on Europa VII seemed darker than it had been, and the fires and gunfire that had been so frequent before had been silenced by the heavy cumulonimbus clouds that hung over the Dust City.

There were no people on the streets, and even the monsters went to other lively places. The occasional Gauss rifle sound at a distance doesn't bring the slightest vitality to the place, and the subtle sound is more of a comforting illusion under the efficient clutter filter.

Mosilaire cautiously walked through the dark streets, where there was no light or shadow. There were only a few white lights in the sprawling building next to him, and they were still on, but they were only like ghost eyes hiding in the darkness, and there was no emotion.

"It's raining, Miss Mosilaire."

"Hmm."

She turned off the holographic screen for a moment and looked up at the lightless sky. If it weren't for VITA's reminder, she would have naturally ignored the falling drizzle.

It's 11 o'clock in the night on Europa 7, and the fresh rain is about a little cool.

It is not as developed as the shining world, and the streets are lined with all kinds of tall trees and shrubs that are occasionally more green due to the night rains, and even the vehicles that are on fire have been completely extinguished by the heat and humidity, and the severely distorted structures that have accumulated a little water reflect the pain that no one cares about in the night vision image of the helmet.

The city became quieter as a result, except for occasional screams that were out of harmony with the night.

Mosilaire was still walking in a sullen manner, and the rain that had at first swayed in the wind soon became pouring, falling from the lower end of her slender armor and smashing out empty sounds.

It's just that the sound is not loud, and even if it comes out, it will be overwhelmed by the pouring rain in an instant. The buildings around her blurred again in the heavy rain, silently melting into some tall shadows, like a traveler walking on the boundless wasteland, walking alone in the endless darkness.

Occasionally, she would find several corpses near wrecked vehicles, monsters, locals, and members of the commando team who had been torn to a bloody shred. These lifeless husks were left unattended, so they just leaned there alone, quietly waiting for something under the cold rain.

It's been raining for two hours now, and the city's drainage system seems to be finally reaching its limits.

The water on the ground had begun to rise, and a small river rushed to the low-lying parts of the city in its short life.

"I don't recommend you go through this neighborhood."

Mosilaire stood in the ankle-length water for a while, seemingly just staring at a few large metal letters on the door of the community, but also seemed to weigh and think about something.

"VITA, walking through this neighborhood saves me a lot of time." She finally took a step.

"Even if you risk your life?"

"Yes."

"You have no idea how many monsters are out there who want to take your life, and such an uncertain venture seems to me to be the most unreasonable and stupid thing to do."

Mosilaire didn't answer, but expanded the biowave scan, and walked through the yellowed stagnant water to the security booth at the entrance of the community.

The security booth at the entrance is lit, and it seems that the area has not been affected by the power outage, but there is no one inside.

"I don't understand, what in the world can be more important than life?" VITA WAS STILL CHATTERING, AND IF MOSILEELLE DIDN'T ANSWER HER, VITA WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BABBLE ABOUT IT FOR AN HOUR.

"There will always be, when you can understand what 'sensibility' is." Mosilaire glanced at the biowave scan and reached open the wooden door of the security booth.

The community's security booth is small, messy, and has a few dirty mud footprints on the rainless floor.

The switch that controlled the opening of the door had failed for some reason, so Mosilaire leaned over the wooden table by the window and rummaged through it, finally finding a magnetic access card under some crumpled white paper.

The access card was red, and a small piece of tape had been taped to the back, with a few words written crookedly on it.

"It's a security card." "This means we can open most of the electrical doors in this neighborhood - you know what that means?" ”

"What does that mean?"

"It means we can swagger into each resident's door, grab a few cold beers from their fridge, and watch a tear-jerking soap opera on the soft sofa with peanuts."

"MY VITA, CAN YOU PURSUE IT A LITTLE?"

Mosilele is in a good mood right now, as she doesn't seem to have to climb over the fence to get in in – for a lady, climbing over the fence of a neighborhood is definitely one of the top 10 most unacceptable acts of indecency – especially when wearing a skirt.

"Rainy nights, confidants, and cold beers are enough for a short-lived airborne AI, after all, there are so many fools in the world who don't understand what they're looking for."

"Wow...... VITA" Mosilaire raised an eyebrow and walked out of the security booth, "You're only a few months old, don't say such old-fashioned things." ”

"I'm not too young, Miss Mosilaire. I'm not human. ”

"Perhaps." Mosilaire shrugged his shoulders and leaned his access card against the gate of the complex.

"Now I have good news and bad news, Miss Mosilare, which one do you want to hear first?"

"What?" Before she could react, she replied stunned, "Good news." ”

"The good news is that we don't have to worry about suddenly facing monsters coming out of the corner."

"Why?"

"That's the bad news I'm going to talk about next." VITA SMIRKED, "BECAUSE THE BIOWAVE SCANNING RADAR SHOWS A LARGE GROUP OF HOSTILE LIFEFORMS APPROACHING US 150 METERS TO THE NORTHWEST. ”

"Damn, why didn't you just tell me!" Mosillaire stooded sideways into the half-opened door, anxiously searching for a place to hide—but this was an upscale neighborhood, and it was clear that there would be no dumpsters for her on the freshly mowed wet lawn.

"Because they don't move very fast, maybe they haven't spotted us yet, and I think you'll have plenty of time to find a place to play peek-a-boo."

"How long will it take for them to arrive?"

"20s - no, it's 19s now."

"VITA, YOU'RE REALLY MY BEST FRIEND."

"Don't be polite to me, Miss Mosilaire."