Chapter 245
Chapter 245 Need Help?
“So, are you trying to lead that monster over here to crash into the building?” Ling Mo asked instinctively.
The fat guy shrugged, “I don’t even know where you guys are, so I have to find a way to save myself, right? I saw there was a helicopter crash, thinking there might be a chance for a self-rescue, so I came over! Who knows, maybe there are some monsters in the plane that would start fighting, and I could make my escape!”
“How could there be monsters in the plane? Look at the way it crashed!” Bai Yu couldn’t help but scoff.
The fat guy shot him a glance, “But isn’t that how zombie movies go? A plane crashes, and a bunch of zombies burst out, leading to a zombie crisis! The problem is, I had no clue where you guys were!”
Bai Yu paused, suddenly remembering something, “Forget it, I won’t argue with you… But there really are two corpses of pilots in that helicopter. I remember there weren’t supposed to be any corpses in this game, right? Whether it’s players or NPCs, they all disappear in a flash of white light when they die.”
Upon hearing this, Xia Xinyan tilted her head and glanced at him.
This girl… It’s impressive that this bro even noticed that point; he has quite a keen observation.
After all, in a game that’s like boiling frogs in warm water, most players seem desensitized to the appearance of corpses and blood. I haven’t seen many discussions about this on the gaming forums either.
Just like in my previous life—the same timing, and Xia Xinyan had pretty much figured out the game by then, but she was just a newbie back then, with no major thoughts about the competition.
Even if she participated, she would just be feeding kills, no need to bother.
Cough, I digressed.
Ling Mo didn’t notice these things, or maybe he just didn’t care anymore: “This game has zombies and ghosts; it’s normal for corpses to show up.”
After all, he was already well aware of the game’s background, so there was nothing surprising about such small matters.
The fat guy nodded in agreement, “Exactly, what’s the big deal?”
Bai Yu: “…”
Alright then.
“So, did you find any useful clues?” The fat guy looked up at the clear blue sky, “By the way, how did you send that guy flying?”
“Remember the mecha I put away?” Ling Mo casually replied, “This thing is quite useful apart from consuming some energy from the space watch.”
“So why didn’t you just pull it out and blow it up?” The fat guy looked dumbfounded, “I… I feel like I’m losing money just listening to this.”
“There’s no loss,” Ling Mo raised his right hand, summoning a palm-sized scaled-down mecha model, “I’ve become familiar with the construction of this mecha and can manifest it directly now. It’s just that manifesting it at its original size takes a lot of energy. You can play with this thing—functions are all there, just smaller.”
The fat guy caught the mecha toy tossed over, fiddling with it for a moment: “This thing is quite…”
BIU—BAM!
A missile the size of a pen tip on the cephalofoil of the mecha was triggered and smacked right on his face.
Bai Yu immediately burst into laughter.
Ling Mo shrugged, “I told you, it has all functionalities, and it’s armed.”
The fat guy silently disposed of the mecha, wiping the soot off his face, and cleared his throat, “So, did you find any useful clues?”
Xia Xinyan shook the navigation device she had previously removed from the helicopter: “There are clues, but we need to choose one out of two.”
Maybe it was designed intentionally for the dungeon, as that helicopter’s navigation system could still work after being yanked out—except I damaged a bit of the circuit board, so it’s not perfect. After entering the coordinates on the map, two symmetrical coordinate points appeared, one in the upper right and one in the lower left.
“This is the area where the A-grade zombie mother last appeared, but if the target is similar to the zombie we encountered at the start, it shouldn’t deviate too far from the area.” Xia Xinyan assessed the fat guy and Bai Yu, “I suggest we split up; it’ll be the most efficient.”
After all, in this kind of dungeon, the danger level isn’t too high, and the fat guy’s current strength isn’t low, so splitting up is the best choice.
“Alright, I’ll go with Bai Yu to the lower left one.” The fat guy agreed readily, snapping photos of the navigation images with his phone before waving goodbye, “Let’s call each other every ten minutes via walkie-talkie; if we don’t hear from each other in thirty minutes, it means we’re in trouble. Watch yourselves.”
“OK,” Ling Mo nodded, “Be careful. We still haven’t bumped into any other players; this dungeon might have issues.”
Normally, a dungeon should have around twenty or thirty players. Even on a large map, it’s impossible for them to stir up such a commotion without attracting someone—unless everyone else was cowering in fear. But that doesn’t make sense either; they must have the guts to enter this competition yet lack the courage to come out and play? Something about this feels wrong.
—Then he and Xia Xinyan quickly discovered the truth.
After parting ways with the fat guy, they proceeded toward their target location. This city was not small, and walking across half of it wasn’t very practical, even with their strong physical condition. So, after a short while, Ling Mo decided to manifest a small electric scooter.
The small electric scooter was indeed easy to maneuver in such chaotic city conditions—perhaps even more comfortable than a motorcycle.
However, seeing a small electric scooter traveling down a street in an apocalyptic city that had been abandoned for who-knows-how-long felt somewhat eerie.
Especially as they passed through a chaotic stretch of road occupied by monsters—
The ground was completely torn up, with huge chunks of flesh writhing underneath. Gigantic octopus tentacles were wildly waving, destroying the surrounding buildings. If one looked closely, they might even notice players clinging to some of the tentacles.
Not far from the tentacles, there were four or five players desperately trying to attack this giant monster, attempting to rescue their companions from its grasp.
But with their attacks, not only did the monster show no signs of injury, but it also kept growing more tentacles, gradually forcing them back to the crossroads.
“Brother Tang! We can’t hold on any longer! If this continues, we’ll all die! Let’s run!” a man shouted.
“No way! I, Tang Chong, will never abandon any of my comrades!” the man in the middle roared, “Even if I die, I’ll do my best to save them! You guys go first!”
His companions yelled back louder, “No! How could we possibly leave you behind, Tang…”
—Just then, Ling Mo rode past them on the electric scooter with Xia Xinyan.
Then, not long after, he turned back, “Need help?”
A crowd of people in life-and-death situations: “…”
