Chapter 950
A Showdown Between Newcomers
"However, this also fits the background of the entire city being taken over by Decepticons in a short period of time."
"In addition, the large number of civilian deaths outside the first floor shows that this military air-raid shelter must have a certain level of protection, otherwise so many people would not want to enter it."
"In that case, our goal is clear: to bring this air-raid shelter back to life."
Li Qingqing became excited as she listened.
"Uncle, if we want to take control of this air-raid shelter, can't we just close the door?"
"Isn't this just an underground fortress?"
Qingchen, walking beside him, shook his head with a wry smile:
"As I just said, the design concept of air-raid shelters is to provide protection against nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons."
"If it's a zombie apocalypse or an extreme cold storm, this air-raid shelter might be fine."
"But the option of alien invasion of Earth is not included."
"Especially those with futuristic technology."
Li Qingqing's lips twitched as she listened, and she could only say that it made perfect sense.
Qingchen continued:
"Next, we should find the main control room of the air-raid shelter and turn on the lighting and ventilation equipment."
Then locate the personnel survival area.
While this won't allow us to live forever, it will improve our quality of life going forward.
"At least I can have a bed to sleep in."
Li Qingqing nodded.
We walked for another ten minutes or so.
"Big, big, big, uncle."
"Why is it getting colder and colder?"
As she spoke, Li Qingqing tightened her oversized camouflage uniform, which made her feel a little better.
Despite the torches, the underground air-raid shelter remained completely dark.
After about ten minutes of getting used to it, and with my good eyesight being young, I was able to see fairly well with the help of the torch.
It won't be so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face.
However, perhaps because of the underground cave, the two of them put on the camouflage uniforms from their backpacks after walking for a short while.
Even so, it couldn't stop the damp, cold wind from seeping into the cracks.
At this moment, Li Qingqing was also glad that she was no longer the delicate and silly student she was a few years ago.
Otherwise, she would have been squatting in a corner by now, hugging herself and crying.
The two supported each other like that.
We slowly proceeded along the path indicated on the map.
As they went deeper, the mixture of rust and a faint smell of decay made their every breath feel thick and oppressive.
It's fair to say that if they hadn't used the antidote, the two of them wouldn't have dared to continue.
The passageway behind was more winding than expected, with mottled, thick cement walls on both sides, occasionally revealing peeling paint and faded military markings.
The soft sound of loose stones rolling underfoot was amplified into an echo in the absolute silence.
Qingchen's steps remained stiff and slow, yet carried a strange steadiness as his gaze swept across the darkness.
It would occasionally show a thoughtful expression, as if it were reading the invisible messages written on the walls and in the air.
Li Qingqing felt she should say something, because the silence here was terrifying.
"Uncle, you...you can really 'hear' the structure here?"
Li Qingqing lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Qingchen tilted his head slightly, and his earlobe twitched almost imperceptibly in the dim light.
At the same time, answer softly:
“The attenuation pattern of the echo, the difference in airflow resistance, the extremely faint metallic resonance in the distance… When there is enough of this data, a spatial planar view centered on me will be automatically modeled and generated in my mind.”
His voice was steady, but it made Li Qingqing feel even colder.
Because that kind of calmness that defies common sense is something that shouldn't exist in a human being.
Not long after, a fork in the road appeared ahead.
Qingchen barely paused before choosing the narrower, more accessible path on the left.
Start here.
There were some scattered fragments of wooden crates on the ground, with faded "US ARMY" markings and serial numbers still printed on them.
"Military supplies storage area".
Qingchen said softly:
"Theoretically, this place shouldn't be far from the control room and the armory."
"Uncle, was that just my imagination? Why do I feel like I'm going downhill the whole time?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qingqing kicked something hard.
She looked down, her eyes widening as she followed the torchlight, and then she shuddered.
Because at her feet was an assault rifle that gleamed with a dark light, which had been thrown to the ground.
This discovery made her gasp and instinctively grab Qingchen's arm.
She didn't know what model the gun was, since it was the first time she had ever seen a real firearm.
Qingchen squatted down, picked up the gun on the ground, and began to examine it.
"Safety off, no magazine..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qingchen seemed to have heard something, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked up at the dark passage ahead.
Then, in the next moment, he suddenly turned around and swung his own torch at the torch in Li Qingqing's hand.
The light was instantly extinguished after the two flames collided.
Li Qingqing, trapped in darkness, was pinned behind Qingchen against the damp, cold wall.
In that instant, Li Qingqing felt her heart pounding so hard it was about to burst out of her chest.
Several minutes passed in the darkness. Li Qingqing tried her best to listen, but still couldn't hear anything.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he asked softly, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
In the darkness, Qingchen whispered:
"When creating the game, I initially liked to use a certain concept."
"That was a damage immunity aura between teammates, but as the game was updated and iterated, this feature was one of the first to be thrown into the trash."
"Do you know why?"
Li Qingqing, with a woman's intuition, had already guessed what was going on, but still shook her head in agreement.
Qingchen continued:
"Damage immunity auras can indeed mitigate conflicts between teams, but there is also a problem."
"A fundamental problem."
"That is, the conflicts between people will not disappear, but will only shift."
"After those veterans destroyed the first batch of robots, and before the second batch of robots arrived."
"The most dangerous people in this air-raid shelter, and even in this city, are not others, but my fellow newcomers and my teammates!"
Li Qingqing swallowed hard.
"So, sir, is that the burly guy in front of you a gangster?"
Qingchen shook his head in the darkness and said calmly:
"No, that guy surnamed He..."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A series of dense, terrifying gunshots echoed back and forth in the air-raid shelter.
Li Qingqing immediately covered her ears.
Don't know how long it has been.
When the gunfire stopped, Li Qingqing was covered in a cold sweat.
Qingchen looked into the darkness and continued, "He's dead. Besides that burly man, there's also a white-collar worker who's dead."
"They must have found three guns and then some kind of dispute arose."
After saying that, Qingchen squatted down and picked up the assault rifle from the ground.
Then he handed the extinguished torch to Li Qingqing and said:
"Wait here, I'm coming over. If you don't hear from me in ten minutes, leave the air-raid shelter and go to the roof of the tallest building in the city."
Before Li Qingqing could nod, Qingchen walked forward.
Before she could take her second step, she was grabbed by a hand. Li Qingqing looked up in the darkness.
"Uncle, do you think those talismans in the backpack are real?"
Qingchen nodded: "There's a 90% chance it's true. I originally planned to conduct the experiment tonight after finding a place to rest, but I didn't expect..."
Li Qingqing interrupted:
"Since it's true, then let me do it."
Qingchen refused:
No. You can't do it.
Li Qingqing remained silent because she understood the meaning behind those words.
Qingchen wanted to kill those two white-collar workers, or at worst, kill those two new white-collar workers.
"No, I can do it! I can do it!"
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Air raid shelter, duty room.
"A gun, a real gun!"
"It's an American soldier's assault rifle? Hahaha!"
"Good stuff."
Wearing a suit and shirt, Feng Lixue pulled the bolt of his gun, mimicking his appearance in a TV series.
Click.
After a crisp metallic sound, the bullet was successfully chambered.
Feng Li took a deep breath, aimed at the wall in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not fire.
Instead, he grabbed the strap and slung the gun over his shoulder.
Li Guang, on the other side, was equally excited as he stroked the assault rifle in his hand. After all, as ordinary people, they had never seen such real guns and live ammunition before.
"Haha, Lao Feng, the three of us are really lucky. We just wandered around and found a guard room, and there were even three guns inside."
"What kind of luck is this?"
With a gun slung over his shoulder, Feng Li looked at the bunk beds in the room and the walkie-talkie on the wall.
The guardhouse in this air-raid shelter looks to be only about 30 square meters.
There is an emergency light directly above, which is the only source of light in this darkness.
Only with this bit of white light could they see clearly that there were four bunk beds placed in the front, back, left, and right of the room.
The bedding and pillows were all there, but it looked messy.
Just like the person above who rushed out in a hurry because of something.
Of the eight guns that were originally placed in the gun cabinet in the corner, only three remain in their hands.
It's now in the hands of those three white-collar workers.
Feng Li stood at the front, next to the bunk beds, a gun slung over his shoulder, looking at the names and labels on the headboard.
Li Guang stood beside the gun cabinet, still savoring the cool feel of the assault rifle in his hand.
The third white-collar worker stood facing inward at the doorway.
He was the happiest of them all, even touching the gun in his hand with great excitement.
But it was also at this time.
A thick arm emerged from the darkness, immediately grabbing the third white-collar worker by the neck and tightening instantly.
Another thick arm reached out to grab the white-collar worker's gun.
But this guy wasn't stupid; after feeling the choking sensation in his neck, he immediately slammed the gun to the ground.
The moment the gun fell to the ground, Feng Li and Li Guang, who were opposite him, frantically raised their guns.
Just then, a fierce voice rang out from behind the third white-collar worker.
"Don't move, don't even move!"
A gleaming dagger was pressed against the neck of the third white-collar worker.
"Put down your gun if you don't want him to die!"
Feng Li and Li Guang held up their guns.
However, it was obvious that the two of them had started to tremble.
Even the crosshairs on the gun were aimed at this white-collar worker.
The white-collar worker, who was already being held hostage, now dares not utter a single word.
One was the dagger around his neck, and the other was the guns in the hands of his two teammates.
The latter is even more dangerous than the former.
Because he could sense that the man who had taken him hostage was very skilled; the arm around his neck was strong and powerful, and the grip was just right, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing him to breathe but not to speak.
He looks like a seasoned veteran.
But his two teammates weren't up to the task.
In the short half-day they spent together, the three of them had already figured each other out.
They were all elite white-collar workers like him who developed hemorrhoids after achieving high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar.
Slacking off at work is fine, but shooting a gun is a serious problem.
So much so that his wide-eyed stare now matches the gun slit on the other side.
Those two incompetent teammates were aiming for his head.
He Qingsheng felt the hostage trembling in his hands and felt extremely disdainful.
He hadn't expected this person to be so frightened by just a dagger; his courage was even less than that of the underlings he had recruited at the arcade.
He Qingsheng, who had his head and body completely hidden behind the white-collar worker, spoke up again when the other party did not respond:
"Back up, you two. Go to the corner of the room. As long as you cooperate, I definitely won't touch him!"
"I only want this gun on the ground. I'll take it and leave this air-raid shelter."
Feng Li and Li Guang exchanged glances.
Both of them shook their heads.
They're not stupid. Given his style, once he picks up a gun, who knows what he'll do next?
Moreover, in just half a day, the "friendship" between the three of them had not yet reached the point of sharing life and death.
Feng Li and Li Guang knew this, and so did the third white-collar worker, the one who was taken hostage.
But they were just ordinary people, and they weren't the kind of people who would kill without blinking an eye or stand idly by while their companions were taken hostage.
He Qingsheng poked his head out from behind his neck.
I happened to see the two of them looking at each other and shaking their heads.
They then proposed a second "contingency plan" that they had prepared long ago.
"Please calm down, you two!"
"Okay, now take the bullets and magazines off this gun on the ground."
"Give me the gun first. When I'm at the corner, that is, the thick iron gate on the right, you throw me the magazine, and I'll release the man at the same time."
"This way you'll still have time to close the door. Even if I have a gun and bullets, I can't break through such a thick door, right?"
"This is the door to an air-raid shelter. It's so hard for me to push it open by myself. How about this, will it be alright for you two?"
"I promise, I'll take the gun and leave!"
Upon hearing this suggestion, both Feng Li and Li Guang thought it was feasible.
However, they still wanted to try, but Li Guang, who was in the middle, suddenly spoke up:
"Brother, Brother He, right?"
"According to those veterans, we're teammates, so there's no need to make things like this, right?"
"And we have no conflict."
"The three of us discussed it all afternoon. As long as we find guns and bullets and close the air-raid shelter, we'll have a high chance of surviving with the food they provide."
"Then go back to the main god space they mentioned."
He Qingsheng chuckled in the shadows; he knew all too well the melodramatic backstabbing between teammates.
Let alone these three seasoned white-collar workers, even if they were truly "saints," he wouldn't believe it.
If Li Xiao were to see this scene, he would definitely nod in approval, because this is how newcomers in a main god team should behave.
Very few people can win people's hearts and minds and form a qualified team as quickly as Zheng Zha.
Or perhaps it is a miracle in itself.
The current standoff between the three white-collar workers and He Qingsheng is now considered a normal situation. (End of Chapter)