"Three hundred meters ahead, nine o'clock, eleven o'clock..."
"...Go over there and pull it out!"
In the drizzling night, the truck sped forward. Several soldiers sat in the rear compartment.
Lu Xin was driving from the cab—or rather, Sister was the one driving.
Researcher Wang Song was clearly a little less enlightened than those soldiers, so he sat in the passenger seat.
Although he knew that he was already dead, and that he might be affected and suddenly controlled at any moment, he still refused to go to the back and get drenched in the rain. Regarding the possibility that he might mutate, he had put it this way:
"Go easy when you attack me!"
"..."
What could Lu Xin say?
Naturally, he agreed and promised to move quickly when he attacked, so Wang Song would not have to suffer too much pain.
But whether the dead could still feel physical pain was another matter.
Judging from the sensations they currently shared, nearly all their pain came from their emotions—or, more accurately, their mental bodies.
Physical pain was ineffective against the dead.
Whoosh!
After Researcher Wang Song called out the direction, Lu Xin stepped on the gas and sped toward it.
When they reached the vicinity of the target, he immediately stopped the truck by the edge of the desolate road, then charged out.
At the same time, the soldiers in the rear compartment jumped down and ran forward.
They moved quickly. After reaching the location designated by Researcher Wang Song, they turned on their flashlights and searched rapidly. When they found the group of emitters planted in the ground, some opened fire while others kicked them over, then stomped them into pieces.
After that, they quickly returned, got into the truck, and continued toward the next location.
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