Chapter 69

The night was thick, and as Long Yuehong moved forward on the left side of the group, he grew increasingly nervous and anxious.

Actually, when he first left Room 605, he wasn't that afraid, as they hadn't encountered any truly dangerous enemies or monsters. The occasional "Unmindful" that appeared didn't even have time to act before being easily dealt with by the team.

This made Long Yuehong think that he could handle it too. In fact, carrying two pistols, a rifle, and having undergone genetic modifications, he believed that if he faced an "Unmindful," even if the other party had weapons, he could cleanly and decisively take out two or three of them as long as he overcame his nervousness.

Of course, in modern warfare, carelessness and negligence can lead to an adult being killed by a child. Long Yuehong wasn't entirely confident that he could win in a one-on-one encounter with an "Unmindful," but if the enemy was like this, it wouldn't cause him too much psychological pressure.

However, when he witnessed Wu Shoushi, with whom he had once had friendly conversations, die mysteriously in a dream, and when they couldn't even find the "killer's" trail, Long Yuehong began to feel nervous and anxious.

Jiang Baimian had previously told him that in war, the main source of psychological trauma isn't from personally killing the enemy, but from seeing familiar faces and comrades-in-arms being hit by bullets and dying tragically right in front of you.

This not only brings intense grief and pain but also makes everyone involuntarily wonder if they will be next, leading to uncontrollable tension, nightmares, irritability, anxiety, and difficulty concentrating.

At this moment, Long Yuehong felt he was experiencing some of these symptoms.

Similarly, the unknown nature of the "killer" significantly deepened the sense of fear.

In the quiet ruins of the city, the only sounds reaching Long Yuehong's ears were the footsteps of their five-person team. The darkness around them and the buildings on both sides seemed to silently spread a hunting net.

Just then, Long Yuehong heard the team leader's urgent and high-pitched voice:

"Be careful!"

Having experienced many dangerous situations during this field exercise, Long Yuehong had developed a high level of trust in Jiang Baimian. Without hesitation, he reflexively dove towards a "gray" red abandoned sedan by the roadside.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Baimian leaped up, turned in mid-air, and raised her right arm, which held the "Union 202" pistol.

Bang!

On the third floor of a building on the left side of the street, a window shattered, and a figure staggered backward.

Under the faint moonlight and starlight, the figure had elongated teeth and cloudy eyes, clearly not a normal human.

Immediately, the sound of breaking glass echoed from different floors of the building, and more figures appeared.

As the clouds moved, the moonlight illuminated everything.

These figures had messy hair like bird nests, gaunt faces, long and thick body hair, and clothing that, while not too tattered, was casually thrown on, seemingly just for warmth.

They all hunched over, some with bloodshot eyes, some holding gleaming kitchen knives, some gripping revolvers known as "Pythons," and some dressed in black, blending into the darkness and hard to spot.

These were all "Unmindfuls"!

One of them was tall but slightly hunched, with a thick, hard beard.

He held a shotgun, quickly pulled back the slide to reload, and aimed at Jiang Baimian, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

Countless pellets rained down, covering the area where the target was, but Jiang Baimian had already landed and rolled behind the hood of an abandoned sedan.

On the other side, Qiao Chu, wearing an exoskeleton suit, jumped up.

He held a silver rifle and, with the help of the "Precision Aiming System," pulled the trigger, firing a bullet that seemed to be wrapped in silver lightning.

He was carrying a Gauss rifle.

Bang!

A blood-red hole appeared on the forehead of the "Unmindful" with the shotgun.

His eyes suddenly lost focus, and he fell backward.

At the same time, Qiao Chu raised his metal arm, which was equipped with a grenade launcher, aimed at the broken window where the most figures appeared, and pulled the trigger.

On the left side of the street, Shang Jianyao, who had dived to the side of the road upon Jiang Baimian's warning, hadn't even had time to stand up when a figure broke through a second-floor window and jumped down behind him.

This figure was also slightly hunched, wearing a blue work uniform that was too large and very old and greasy, and holding a large wrench that gleamed with a silver light.

As soon as he landed, he swung his right arm to smash the wrench into Shang Jianyao's head, but Shang Jianyao, who was facing away, seemed unaware.

Suddenly, the figure's right arm froze, unable to swing.

As an "Unmindful" primarily driven by instinct, he seemed to lack this particular instinct.

Shang Jianyao didn't turn around; he just turned the muzzle of his assault rifle and, through the space on his shoulder, fired a burst.

Bang!

The "Unmindful" behind him had his skull blown open, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

At this moment, Long Yuehong also noticed an "Unmindful" jumping down from above.

His mind went blank, and he instinctively raised his "Berserker" assault rifle at the attacker.

Bang, bang, bang!

He fired wildly, almost emptying a magazine, fully demonstrating why the assault rifle was nicknamed "Berserker."

The "Unmindful" in mid-air had no way to change direction and was riddled with bullets, blood gushing out everywhere.

As the trigger clicked, Long Yuehong came to his senses and quickly changed the magazine.

Just then, he noticed another "Unmindful" with a "Python" revolver had jumped down on his left.

The "Unmindful" was about seven or eight meters from Shang Jianyao and only two meters from Long Yuehong.

Long Yuehong's pupils dilated, and he instinctively tried to dodge, but it seemed too late.

The "Unmindful" had already aimed at him, ready to pull the trigger.

However, the "Unmindful" couldn't press the trigger, as if this action was missing from his genes.

Bang!

His head exploded like a firework, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere, some even hitting Long Yuehong's face and body.

Long Yuehong instinctively looked over and saw Shang Jianyao waving at him with a smile and Bai Chen moving the muzzle of his rifle away from this side of the road.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard a loud explosion.

Qiao Chu's grenade had landed in the corresponding room, rolling out a red fireball.

The surrounding windows shattered.

The "Unmindfuls" who hadn't attacked yet seemed to be intimidated and moved away from the street-facing windows, retreating into the depths of the rooms and disappearing into the darkness.

"Let's get out of here!" Jiang Baimian shouted, running out of her hiding spot.

There were too many signals here, and she couldn't determine how many "Unmindfuls" and monsters were hiding.

Moreover, compared to the open fields, there were more obstacles here that could interfere with her senses, so after the "Unmindfuls" left the roadside rooms, she lost track of them.

Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong, and the others fully trusted their team leader and immediately ran out of the obstacles, heading for the end of the street.

Qiao Chu, who had already turned and started running, indicated his thoughts with his actions.

After running out of the current street and reaching the next intersection, they felt they had escaped the encirclement and slowed down.

Long Yuehong took this opportunity to change the magazine of his "Berserker" assault rifle and reload the empty one with a speed loader.

"There are too many 'Unmindfuls' here, right?" Jiang Baimian looked back at the street they had just left and frowned.

Shang Jianyao and the others followed her gaze and saw shadows moving in the darkness, as if dragging away the bodies on the street.

"These are 'Unmindfuls' from later generations, not like the relic hunters or wanderers who recently entered and were infected with the 'Unmindful' disease," Bai Chen gave his assessment.

"Unmindfuls" from later generations were better at using weapons, had only cloudy eyes without the irrational madness, and would actively change their equipment and add clothing, not wearing tattered clothes but possibly mixing various outfits together.

"We're almost at our destination," Qiao Chu looked ahead and urged Jiang Baimian and the others.

The "Old Tune Team" ended their discussion and continued forward in the darkness, following Qiao Chu, who was wearing the exoskeleton suit.

After running a hundred meters, two people suddenly appeared from a side alley.

One was a woman in her twenties, with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a military green camouflage uniform. She had decent features but gave off a cold and indifferent vibe.

The other was a man in his thirties, also with black hair and brown eyes. He wore a knitted cap with a hole and held an automatic rifle.

Jiang Baimian and Qiao Chu, who was wearing the exoskeleton suit, reacted first. Qiao Chu was about to respond, but Jiang Baimian stepped in front of him and called out loudly:

"Ruxiang?"

She recognized the woman as Wu Shoushi's teammate, named Ruxiang.

An Ruxiang, hearing the call, noticed the team not far away.

She was initially cautious and wanted to find cover, but her eyes soon softened, and she involuntarily looked at Qiao Chu.

The man beside her reacted similarly, as if they had encountered someone they had long admired.

They quickly approached and stood next to Qiao Chu.

Qiao Chu's face, hidden behind his helmet, showed no expression, and he ignored them.

An Ruxiang then looked at Jiang Baimian:

"You?"

They had only encountered one team with exoskeleton suits, so the impression was very strong.

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao and replied:

"It's us. We didn't expect to meet so soon."

She paused, her expression becoming serious:

"We just encountered Wu Shoushi."

Hearing Wu Shoushi's name, An Ruxiang was initially stunned, then her face twisted.

The name seemed like an invisible arrow, piercing a part of her heart, jolting her from a beautiful dream.

She struggled for a moment and asked urgently:

"He, where is he?"

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