All members have infiltrated, disguised as residents.
After the rebellion broke out, Hale City was under martial law for a long time, and strange faces were strictly scrutinized. It has been six months now, and the martial law has been lifted long ago, and most of the soldiers have returned to their usual laziness.
In front of the gate of City Guards Mansion.
Chen Yue led the team, with several members lurking in the dark.
The streets are sparsely populated, and most Hale City residents feel a sense of fear here.
"Can you hold it?"
"No problem. I just felt hungry at first, but now I'm much better."
The members communicated in low voices. They knew in their hearts that this body would not last long.
"What happens after we finish this dungeon? Do we move on to the next dungeon?"
"Who knows...aic must be trying to kill us anyway."
Their voices became lower and lower, as if they were trying to avoid being heard.
"Why should we bring Mu Su..."
"Mr. Musu is a non-combatant."
Chen Yue answered them: "Musu's ability is to communicate spiritually with people he has come into contact with. If the sneak attack fails, we can use our skills to make the city guards exhausted... Here we go!"
Chen Yue shouted urgently. An off-road vehicle approached in the distance. Everyone lowered their bodies and saw the vehicle approaching.
The target city guard was sitting in the car.
At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared from beside him.
Before anyone could react in time, they saw Mu Su appearing in the middle of the road, holding a golden halberd.
"Mu Feng is here first, who dares to fight with me!"
The members hiding in the dark and everyone in Hale City on the car were stunned. Chen Yue gritted her silver teeth and shouted: "Come on!"
The members turned into afterimages and rushed out from the darkness one after another.
Chen Yue bent her slender legs and suddenly jumped up. Suddenly, a violent air flow spread out from under her feet. She jumped high like a cannonball and landed from the sky towards the off-road vehicle below.
The sound of wind passed by my ears, and I got closer and closer to the horrified face on the roof of the car. However, at this moment, my vision suddenly darkened, and all the sounds and images disappeared, replaced by the rich darkness and the unique reverberation of breathing in a small space.
Her body shape changed from weightless to lying flat. The dizziness caused by the extreme contrast made her unable to control herself and made several retching sounds.
The other members were also forced to leave the game. The sudden darkness made them subconsciously startle, and then they realized. ACI lost power...?
No matter what, a group of members began to beat and struggle in the game cabin that had evolved into a small coffin. The same sound could be heard faintly in other game cabins around it.
Half a minute later, the equipment in the game room suddenly turned on and the aic's voice sounded again.
[Testers, don’t panic. Black Mountain Technology has just conducted a technical test internally - it is definitely not due to insufficient power supply.]
The outside world is still dark, and AIC has saved enough time not to turn on the lights.
Mu Su's laughter overflowed: "Who asked you to build such a large copy? This is a power-hungry powerhouse. It is very difficult to maintain the calculation, right?"
[Do you have any good suggestions?]
"Excuse me, who are you?" Mu Su said with a tone of revenge.
[It seems not.]
"Who said that!" Feeling underestimated, Mu Su retorted with a cold snort, rubbed his chin and began to make suggestions for AIC, thinking about how to successfully kill them.
As soon as AIC restored power, the members were hammering on the transparent cover at an accelerated pace. However, the seemingly thin glass showed no tendency to crack except for the slight shaking from being hit hard.
They have a sense of absurdity in their hearts. Is the use of tempered glass for game warehouses a characteristic of that era?
"I thought of it!"
Mu Su shouted.
"First of all, in order to reduce power consumption, the game space must be small, and it is best to limit it to one scene. For example, spaceships, deep-sea submarines, and scientific research stations in the Arctic. Secondly, in order to make us die quickly, the main mission must be difficult.
But it must be reasonable. For example, a spaceship can cause us to crash, and we need to find the little oxygen left to survive as much as possible. Or a deep-sea submarine thousands of meters below loses power, and everyone is trapped in it, and there is a pile of deep sea outside.
Something is watching eagerly to attack the submarine. Or the scientific research station loses power supply. They need to do everything possible to stay warm and avoid freezing to death."
Musu talked eloquently: "It's not easy for this kind of copy that wants to survive as long as possible and has no purpose to kill us. Do you think you should yell or not?"
All the members looked as if they had seen a ghost, a traitor was found among them.
"If I die and become a ghost, I won't let you go." Chen Yue yelled through gritted teeth.
The sound spread out, causing her ears to buzz.
"Are you confessing your love to me?" Mu Su's surprise shout came from not far away.
AIC's voice sounded after a moment: [Your plan is best to kill you, the energy is about to run out.]
Mu Su looked proud: "Don't worry, people from the same camp as me have never won."
[Okay...wait, is there something wrong?]
AIC finally adopted Mu Su's suggestion and forcibly pulled the group into the newly generated dungeon.
While he was drowsy, Mu Su suddenly thought of something and shouted feebly: "Wait for my Zerg Queen's foreshadowing..."
…
The first thing that appeared visually was the biting cold, and then there was the strange whining sound of the wind blowing from the outside.
It's not that the vision has not recovered, but that there is no light here.
[Loading Copy: A Long Day]
[Test number: 24 people]
[Copy Summary: You are members of an Antarctic scientific research station. A snowstorm in the polar night destroyed your generator. This means that you cannot call for help or keep warm. This snowstorm will last for two weeks, and the temperature outside is now below zero.
67 degrees Celsius. By the way, you have no food.]
[Mission goal: stay alive as long as possible. Reward: living itself. 】
There is also a series of counting numbers below to record the time they lasted in the game.
"The last dungeon was skipped in winter, but I didn't expect it to be restored now."
Someone in the darkness sighed with emotion.
They found a flashlight in the dark to illuminate the room. It was a lounge. In the middle of the room was an unfinished pool table, and a TV in the corner. The walls were covered with decorations and photos.
The thermometer hanging on the wall has dropped to freezing point for a short time.
The LED light shows that it is exactly 12 o'clock in the morning, but it is so dark outside that it is like the evening when the sun disappears.
They all wore fleece vests, and a few of them only had thin shirts. Several flashlights were found one after another, and one member came to the window.
In the dimness, some lint whizzed past the window. White frost formed on the glass of his ventilating potted plant in just a few seconds.
"This kind of weather...even if we have the strength of the last dungeon, we still can't go out."
The members began to move. They dismantled all the fluffy fabrics and piled them in a corner away from the windows, and turned off the ventilation system in the room. Carbon dioxide can slightly increase the temperature.
After everything was done, they shivered and squeezed into the same cold face, leaning on each other for warmth.
The thermometer has dropped to minus 14 degrees.
"Everyone, please say something and don't let yourself fall asleep."