The more highly shielding Mr. Mo's "cloak" is, the more penetrating the light emitted from his eyes, which are the windows to his soul.
They are obviously thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers apart, with the boundary between reality and reality straddling the middle. But at this moment, similar thoughts flashed through the minds of most of the audience in the virtual venue.
It has nothing to do with logic, just my first feeling.
However, this feeling did not last long. Just as thoughts were swirling around him, Mr. Mo's gaze remained unchanged and his body remained motionless. The huge bloody demon behind him had already made the clearest move.
At this moment, the rotten-mouthed ape was turning from stillness, with such a large amplitude and speed that the huge body seemed like a fluid, or like a light wave that suddenly flowed and covered it after breaking through the solid wall.
The dirty blood color largely obscured the sparkle of the light wave itself, but the elements contained within it became more and more complex. It seemed that violent chemical reactions occurred within the blood light and between it and external substances.
The camera lens focusing on Captain Jimmy's perspective was instantly contaminated by blood and light, and irregularly shaped halo marks obscured most of the details there.
"Idiot!"
In the virtual venue, several people blurted out mantras.
The problem is that the poor effects of the live broadcast footage did not improve due to their curses. On the contrary, the blood stains, halos and marks continued to expand unscrupulously, smearing and contaminating their visible field of vision, and later almost lost the ability to analyze
The meaning is only the deformed blood spots and stains, intertwined into twisted and changeable graphics, changing rapidly.
The live broadcast problem continues to worsen, and there is no sign of improvement for the time being.
"What are you doing!"
At this time, Malen and others on the circular forum could no longer hold back.
President Abner quickly made a judgment: "It seems that the action team was attacked."
As he said that, he turned his attention to Pope Baiji.
This person is probably the only one among all the participants who has multiple perspectives. However, the latter still has a dull look on his face, and seems to be in a trance if he looks closely, and does not respond to Abner's gaze at all.
Abner shook his head slightly, turned his face, and sought the opinions of a key figure who was only separated from him by Mullen but had never spoken much:
"Mou Dong, do you want to ensure the quality of the live broadcast?"
The so-called "Mou Dong" was probably the most casually dressed person at the scene. He was sitting behind the forum, and all he could see was a red and green floral shirt on his upper body, and a pair of toads hanging around his neck.
The mirror seems to be projected on the pleasant Sunshine Coast. You can imagine what the lower half looks like.
This is the fact. Director Mou is not only a senior transcendent, but also an independent director of Quantum Company in the secular world, the general liaison person of the Deep Blue Project, and almost the highest spokesperson of Quantum Company in the outside world.
However, unfortunately, he is currently on vacation and is on the Gold Coast. He was forced to come to the meeting, somewhat unwillingly, and he was yawning all the time.
But at this time, his expression finally became tense, and the vertical wrinkles stood up on his severely wrinkled forehead. He looked very serious: "That's right, we, oh, are now an operation directly under Tianqi Laboratory.
The team was attacked. The nature of this matter is very serious..."
Mou Dong was still describing the incident, and someone already made a comment: "When will the live broadcast signal come back?"
Mou Dong just pretended not to hear: "The problem now is the safety and security of the action team members..."
Before he finished speaking, the messy broadcast screen suddenly cut away from the bloody and hazy scene, and restored the image of Sakashima Passenger Terminal in clear sky and daylight.
However, the perspective of live broadcast has changed significantly.
The angle that belonged to Captain Jimmy and faced Mr. Mo has disappeared. To be more precise, it is reduced to a small area in the upper right corner in the form of a picture-in-picture. What appears instead on the main interface is the view from the lake.
Side view pointing towards the pier.
From this angle, you can only see half of Mr. Mo's shoulders and back when he is sitting in a wheelchair, and the area that has covered an area of about 20 square meters in front of him. The mass is constantly expanding and has lost its flesh and blood shape, and is more like translucent lava.
The abnormal existence of plasma bubbles.
"Grass, what is that... a rotten-mouthed ape?"
The answer is right in front of you, and the audience doesn’t dare to confirm it.
At this time, in the live broadcast scene, the internal communication waves from the operation team in Sakai were also transformed into rapid syllables and presented to the audience's ears:
"Captain, captain..."
"Jimmy he's been eaten!"
"The formatted space structure has been damaged...well, it has weakened significantly. Try to replace the main axis."
“The application was not approved!”
"The positioning of the dark blue platform has disappeared."
"Apocalypse Array... Come on!"
It seems that there are some sensitive words, the corresponding information has been blocked, and the subsequent information is even more intermittent.
However, the vast majority of the audience present have rich combat experience and can figure out some situations even through guessing.
It turns out that what Mr. Mo "wanted" was Captain Jimmy.
Well, a more professional term might be "high-end combat machinery directly under Apocalypse Laboratory", or even the most cutting-edge seventh-generation movement?
Generally speaking, the foundation of Jimmy's action team is still a tightly controlled secret, but in the current virtual venue, the most powerful people in the world are gathered.
There are still quite a few people who understand the important points inside, and their eyes unconsciously turn to Mou Dong again. The latter also starts to slap the table: "The nature is bad, the nature is bad!"
If his expression could be more restrained, it might be more realistic.
Dr. Pan could see it: "Deep Blue and Apocalypse are having a huge quarrel because of the seventh-generation movement... It turns out it's not a rumor."
Tian Bang is not very interested in this. He is more concerned about the details shown in the live broadcast.
The current action team is obviously in an extremely embarrassing situation: the captain has been directly swallowed up, and the formatted space set up has fallen into a leaderless situation, and must be re-arranged...
But what happened next didn't seem right.
As a top burner, Tian Bang quickly discovered an anomaly from the command of the action team, "Why can't I change the spindle... The commander's authority should be handed over in sequence."
"The authority judgment failed." Dr. Pan's attention quickly shifted from the gossip level to the professional field, and he put forward professional judgment, but he soon fell into confusion, "Why? Since it is directly under Tianqi, it is probably the third
Will this kind of low-level bug of permission conversion appear in the seventh-generation movement?"
"Why is it a bug? There is obviously another possibility."
Tian Bang stared at the bloody bubbles in the projection area and whispered: "Why can't it be that Captain Jimmy, as the commander, has not completely lost his command ability and has not completely disconnected from other members of the action team?"
"He was obviously swallowed! Looking at the appearance of the monster, it is impossible to digest a human with an exoskeleton completely. Hmm, could it be said that the Dark Blue Walker controlled by the seventh-generation movement has the ability to survive and survive in harsh environments?
The ability to communicate has made a qualitative leap...so I said, these people should not be called Deep Blue Walkers, Apocalypse Walkers should be more precise."
Tian Bang nodded, then shook his head: "The problem is that we don't know the spatial structure of the stomach of the so-called 'rotten-mouthed ape', right?"
Dr. Pan shrugged: "Think about its mouth. It's not a magma lake, it's also a sulfuric acid pool."
Tian Bang curled his lips: "Maybe it's not a sulfuric acid pool or a lava lake, but a simple space bag... At least looking at the current appearance, I can't recognize the similarity between that guy and apes or lava.
"
At this time, in the live broadcast perspective, the blood-light plasma bubble that swallowed Captain Jimmy seemed to have passed the peak period of luck and began to shrink. However, its structure, at least in terms of density, did not conform to people's logical understanding.
, naturally becomes denser, on the contrary, the blood light is getting thinner and thinner,
Many times, after a wave, some areas even become a little transparent, like an illusory soap bubble, which seems to be blown away by blowing.
But the problem is that after the initial panic, the action team has already started a "limited counterattack": all entities and energy ammunition are heading towards the blood-red pulp bubble.
"Attack, attack!"
At least five or more Deep Blue Walkers launched attacks from the lake, from the sky, and from distant commanding heights. The firepower intertwined into a network and converged at the weak spots where the bubbles could be seen visually.
He seemed to be trying to rescue his captain.
As the initiator of everything, Mr. Mo was not affected in any way and seemed to be directly judged as a "passer-by".
This "passerby" had no intention of interfering. He only played with the "fruit" he had just picked on his fingertips, letting the deep blue walker's amazing firepower pour onto the increasingly "weak" blood-light plasma bubble.
The problem is that whether it is a metal warhead, high-explosive gunpowder or energy impact, and regardless of whether it is blessed with "Format Fire", after they penetrate into the blood-red slurry bubble, they will just disappear into the sea and make no sound.
Tian Bang said flatly: "This is definitely not the architectural model of flesh and blood."
"This guy is highly energetic."
"Then what?"
"It is easier to shape and is a natural building material..." Dr. Pan simply repeated Mr. Mo's previous description, and this was the only basis.
Tian Bang asked: "What are highly plastic energy-based building materials used to construct?"
Before he finished speaking, in the live broadcast, the bubble of blood and light plasma really turned into a "soap bubble", which burst silently in a textureless form.
The roaring firepower network directly penetrated the pier walkway in the area it originally covered, and shredded seven or eight cars parked behind it. The sound of explosions was heard all of a sudden, and rubble was splashed everywhere, forcing the "veteran" and others nearby almost to death.
My son also jumped into the lake.
The belated momentum is meaningless.
As the bubble of blood and plasma disappeared, the Rotten-mouthed Ape disappeared, and also the fully armed Captain Jimmy - the top-notch creation that weighed 300 kilograms and was a combination of man and machine, just disappeared without a trace.
without a trace,
Yes, disappear.
Tian Bang feels that this expression is the most accurate.
He didn't feel any so-called "swallowing" quality. He just felt that this was a magic show that took place in front of the world's most powerful people.
Captain Jimmy himself is nothing, but he carries the most cutting-edge research results of Apocalypse Laboratory, and all traces of his existence are wiped out like this?
Tian Bang just thought this was too ridiculous.
At this time, it was Director Mou in the floral shirt who banged the virtual circular forum loudly: "It's so shameful, so shameful and humiliating... What the hell are you doing live broadcast!"
As if after hearing his instructions, the live broadcast screen began to become blurry, and the signal was about to be interrupted. At this moment, someone who was one person away from him also knocked on the table:
"continue!"
Abner's feminine voice at the meeting was as sharp as a sharp knife cutting through the air at this moment, its sharp sound harsh.
That is, a few milliseconds behind, at least three or five strongmen said in unison: