Yuan Wuwei screamed, almost breaking his throat, but it was of no use. At this time, he was already behind the off-road vehicle, eating the dust and smoke, watching the off-road vehicle drive away.
After choking a few times, he quickly put on the gas mask and took a few puffs - this was probably the only kindness left by the abnormal Touge.
The question is, what is the use of a gas mask alone? It is also very troublesome to carry poisonous pollen and spores if they get on the skin.
Now he could only put his hands in the sleeves of his military uniform and curl up his neck like a boiled prawn. Even if his neck and other exposed areas started to itch, he didn't dare to react.
Tu Ge left, and without the sharing permission, the satellite signals were disgusted with him. Songkan, who was unaware, sent new photos and information, but the photos could not be displayed at all, and it took a long time for the information to appear.
The sound of water on the river bank was surging, but it could not cover up the abnormal and sharp whistling sound in the distance.
In such a harsh and distorted environment, a person with weak abilities like him who is seriously partial to science can only survive for one hour, which is considered a good deed from his ancestors.
At this time, you would be a fool not to ask for help.
As a member of the military organization, Yuan Wuwei sent out a distress signal without hesitation. Of course, under special circumstances, simply following the procedures was definitely not enough. Yuan Wuwei sent another message to Songkan, asking him to think about it at the engineering camp.
Think of ways to……
In addition, since Lieutenant General Joseph was not stingy about appearing on public cameras, how could Yuan Wuwei be stingy about sending him a distress message?
After a series of operations were completed, Yuan Wuwei did not expect to receive an immediate response.
Various rescue procedures require a process. Lieutenant General Joseph, who can simplify these procedures, is obviously going to do something big, and he may not be able to take care of him. Now he still needs to save himself!
Yuan Wuwei maintained an awkward crouched posture, taking advantage of the terrain advantage of the riverside highlands, looking around, and soon settled on the target he had confirmed before:
That's right, it's the smog area along the river bank that has swallowed up the groceries.
That place may be the most dangerous and deadly place nearby, but the people who control it seem to be able to negotiate...
This is another form of asking for help.
In a fatal situation, Yuan Wuwei could only think like this.
The vibrating reminder of new information interrupted Yuan Wuwei's self-forgiveness.
Comfort. It's probably a compliment, but I don't want to read those useless words of comfort, okay...
Huh?
The sender of the letter is not an honorable person, and it is not the kind of meaningless words of comfort.
Yuan Wuwei's eyebrows twitched twice.
The person who responded quickly and clearly was the busy Lieutenant General Joseph!
At this time, he was really flattered.
The information interface that automatically displays does not have any other words, but only a link.
My current signal environment...
Yuan Wuwei cursed and quickly clicked on the link. There was a minimalist interface that took great care of his current situation. There was only a set of very retro login boxes that asked him to enter his name and military personal identification number.
He quickly completed all this, and then discovered that this turned out to be a temporary authorized link, which could temporarily increase his control authority over satellite signals in the wilderness, of course, mainly military satellite signals.
After completing this simplified permission identification, the satellite signal that had just turned away from him crawled to his feet again, wagging its tail, and thoughtfully sent a list of corresponding permissions:
Live broadcasts, video calls, and even functional applications of regional real-time military satellite maps were all a matter of course, helping him return to the good old days of sharing permissions with Tuge.
In response, Yuan Wuwei issued a classic admiration:
“Bullshit SCA! Damn permission society!”
But it didn't give him much time to adapt. New instructions were sent to Lieutenant General Joseph, and they didn't do any fancy things like video calls because of the elevated authority. They still continued the previous brief information format.
.
This time it was a communication number with additional instructions: "Contact this person and follow his instructions."
Which one?
Yuan Wuwei was keenly aware that Lieutenant General Joseph was suspected of deliberately obscuring information. What couldn't be said in this form of private chat?
But at this time, Yuan Wuwei couldn't care less. He curled his lips and chose the communication number without hesitation.
The other party had the resolute attitude of a soldier, and the prompt only rang for the first time before the call was answered:
"...The Demonic War Scroll has just been opened. It is normal for the construction of the first picture to fluctuate. You don't need to consider the construction of the 'Picture of Heaven and Man' for the time being. That is
My work. It will be more practical to carefully understand the details of the status changes of the Format Fire during this process."
Well?
Yuan Wuwei was somewhat confused when such words came to him.
What made him even more confused was the situation shown behind this sentence and the identity of the interlocutor who was about to emerge over there.
Before he could complete the confirmation, the other party had already adjusted: "Oh, sorry, is it Major Yuan Wuwei, an observer of the Air Force? I'm Ronan."
I know……
When a name that has undoubtedly become a "taboo" is uttered from the mouth of a person who is even more taboo, the world becomes particularly absurd.
Are all the big guys so free now, big boss?
First it was Lieutenant General Joseph, and then this man.
The world seems to have suddenly turned into a simple mode.
Or... Could it be that I am the destined protagonist?
The absurd scenes and absurd thoughts were intertwined. Yuan Wuwei was in a trance. He opened his mouth to respond, but the first sound came out empty.
Depend on!
He rubbed his face in disgust, and said in a compensatory exaggerated tone: "It's an honor, BOSS Luo, I've heard of you for a long time. I'm Yuan Wuwei..."
It sounded like Ronan didn't mind his attitude: "I also heard Sister Maoyan talking about you, the legendary observer of space and time. Also, I just heard Lieutenant General Joseph say that you have lived in the Deep Blue World for a long time.
a period of time?"
The muscles around Yuan Wuwei's brow twitched uncontrollably. The other party's straightforward attitude made him feel a little bit confused:
Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.
Bullshit "easy mode", I'm afraid he will soon encounter the most difficult choice in life...
Though he was going back and forth in his mind, Yuan Wuwei could only say haha: "Thank you, thank you, but the growing environment was a little more complicated."
Ronan did not delve further into the related fields of "Deep Blue World". He should also be carrying out key actions related to the "Devil Diagram" and "Devil Scroll". He only said:
"Ms. Halder has come out to pick you up. You can go to the Leichi Experimental Site and wait for the rescue team to arrive. It is safer there, but communication with the outside world is inconvenient. Another option is to follow Ms. Halder here... She is just right