"Hey, people are going to die here!"
Yuan Wuwei's shriek nearly tore his throat apart, but it was utterly useless. By then, he was already behind the off-road vehicle, choking on the dust it had kicked up as he watched it speed away.
After coughing a few times, he hurriedly put on his gas mask and took several deep breaths—perhaps the only mercy the abnormal Tu Ge had left him.
The problem was, what use was a gas mask alone? Poisonous pollen and spores were troublesome even if they merely touched the skin.
All he could do now was tuck his hands into his uniform sleeves, hunch over and pull in his neck like a boiled shrimp. Even though the exposed parts of his neck had begun to itch, he did not dare react.
Tu Ge was gone, and without shared permissions, even the satellite signal seemed to despise him. The oblivious Songkan had sent over more photos and messages, but the photos would not load at all, while the messages took ages to appear.
The river churned noisily by the bank, yet it could not drown out the shrill howls of Aberrant Species in the distance.
In such a vile aberrant environment, a pathetic, severely unbalanced Ability User like him would be lucky to survive for an hour. His ancestors would have to be blessing him.
At a time like this, anyone who did not call for help was an idiot.
As a member of a military organization, Yuan Wuwei sent out a distress signal without hesitation. Of course, under these special circumstances, simply following procedure would never be enough. He also messaged Songkan, asking him to think of something over at the engineering camp...
Besides, since Lieutenant General Joseph had not been stingy about appearing on public cameras,