“Damn it.”
In the operating room, the officer in dark green uniform couldn't help but curse when he observed the rapidly approaching insect shadows through external instruments.
When his assistants captured this scene, their pupils shrank slightly, and a little sticky sweat seeped out of their fingertips, making the operation keys a little slippery.
"Sir..." they asked somewhat helplessly, "Should we recall them immediately?"
"Recall what?"
Hearing this, the man glared at them in surprise and sneered, "Are you going to repair the propellant?"
Suddenly no one said anything.
For the man, that complaining curse was certainly not out of sympathy for the lower-class people who were about to be eaten by insects, but just out of frustration about the imminent failure of the restoration task.
Although those seventh-tier people were only the cheapest tools that could be replenished at any time, their death would not have any impact. However, he still had to provide another batch of protective clothing and negotiate with those lower-tier people again. This repetitive workload was enough to make him feel bored.
He was just irritated, but for those people on the seventh floor who were carrying out their mission, a huge shadow of death loomed over them.
The screams coming from the communication channel couldn't be more tragic, mixed with broken cries.
"Bugs, bugs are coming!!"
"Help! Help!! Let me go back, let me go back!!!"
Almost no one cared about the screams that were so sharp that they seemed to puncture their eardrums, and the overwhelming fear was rapidly eroding their heads.
They thought of the assurance from the adult, telling them that the insects had been driven away and that those horrible giant-toothed insects should have left long ago.
But the images in my memory kept flashing in my mind. A huge insect with a hard shell like steel and sharp mouthparts stuffed a living person into its mouth and chewed up large pieces of meat and bones. It seemed as if I could smell the bloody smell that was overwhelming and overwhelmed all my senses.
All of a sudden, they were so terrified that they could hardly speak, and a fishy smell spread through their protective suits.
Gu had to not use the communication channel at will, otherwise he would face the rules of review after returning. These extremely vulnerable people had already adjusted the communication channel, trying to find out what was going on with the screaming people—
There are always some people who suffer from serious mental illness due to space fear and hallucinate that terrifying Zerg are attacking them.
Perhaps the same thing happened to this guy.
But the shrill scream was cut off in an instant.
The swollen eardrums suddenly got some time to rest, but this did not make them feel any better.
The eerie silence frightened them even more than the screams.
They began to imagine, had the screaming man been killed? Were the Zerg coming? Were the monsters nearby
However, the next moment, they knew that the channel was forcibly interrupted, because at this time the arrogant and indifferent voice of the commander was coming from the communication equipment of the protective suit.
"Go and carry out the mission now. Once the mission is completed, the passage will open."
His tone was very cold, with an impatient urging tone, as if the god of death was whispering mercilessly, coldly strangling their fate.