Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The factory interior was dim.
Dull, enormous sounds shattered the midnight silence. One headshot corpse after another fell from the dark, secluded corners of the slaughterhouse, blood staining the floor red.
"These monsters don't seem as terrifying as we imagined..."
Su Mu raised his hand cannon. Even within the lightless darkness, the thermal imaging device fitted to his Exoskeleton Armor precisely struck one Imposter after another as they sprang out from the shadows.
"We can't let our guard down. This is a Supernatural Event, after all." The captain's stern voice came through the earpiece. "And something is wrong. If attacks of this level were all it took, then nearly a hundred D-Class personnel should not have died silently without even a single scream."
"That's true..." Hearing this explanation, Su Mu's expression turned solemn as well. "Then what do we do now? Do we follow the original plan and restore contact, or destroy this place's signal jammer first?"
"Based on past Supernatural Event experience, the place where every event originates creates extremely powerful interference and signal-blocking effects. At the core of some events, even technology from our own universe cannot be used. Guns and artillery become useless, leaving only the most primitive methods of fighting. So, do we strike straight at the dragon's nest, or reconnect with the outside world?"
From the moment they entered the slaughterhouse, even the top-tier communications equipment on them had stopped working.
Without instructions and intelligence from above, their ability to react on the spot as frontline combatants would now be put to the test.
Retreating was impossible. Once many Supernatural Events happened, if they could not be completely resolved, they would leave behind endless future troubles.
At least in past incidents, quite a few Special Forces units and the