Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

“…There are plate displacements in Shanghai, please be careful when driving!”

"……receive!"

"Boss, look!"

The crystal clear iceberg completely enveloped the huge and prosperous Shanghai, making it a work of art with a unique style.

In the iceberg, tall buildings, street shops, suits and ties, and pots are all visible, and under the dazzling headlights, it reflects a bit of a strange beauty.

The people in the water had pale faces and swollen all over. Some had ferocious faces and were very uneasy in death. Others had been squeezed into minced meat by the expanded ice layer, and turned into a scarlet flower under the frozen ice.

Walking among them, an unknown voice echoed quietly, as if it was the chanting of a squid, or as if it was the whine of the dead.

A group of rescue team members wearing various protective suits looked very ugly and frequently exchanged something. One of them also released an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, trying to find a way to Hangzhou.

In the transport truck, Wang Xuebin and Han Zi'ang got together, silently watching everything in front of them, without expressing any opinions, cut off the communication, and quietly chatting about something.

"...Captain, do you think their mission this time... can be completed..."

“… Complete? Are you kidding me?

The Italian Pules engine rescue operation is something we have experienced personally. After twelve brothers were turned in, they barely rescued the engine!

That dungeon is still unavailable?

Just relying on these raw melon seeds, wanting to rescue the dungeon that leaked lava?

It's just a waste of effort!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but feel annoyed. That was one of the few tasks of their team that had been reduced by the establishment. How could he forget it?

but……

"...Brother Wang, if you were to command, would it be possible to save the 300,000 people?"

In the passenger seat, Wang Xuebin, who was browsing something, paused slightly, turned his head to look at the sentimental Han Ziang, then sighed softly, and whispered:

"...Do you think I don't want to?"

As he said that, he put the personal terminal with the disaster model in his hand in front of Han Zi'ang, and said helplessly:

"…The problem is that there is not enough time at all. The lava spreads too fast, so we can't hold on at all!

And the biggest problem is not the spread of lava, it is oxygen!

Just like the original Perles, poisonous gas is more than ten times faster than lava.

Although the lava has not completely flooded the dungeon, according to my calculations, there should be no living people in the dungeon now!"

Hearing this, Han Zi'ang's body trembled, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but look out the window and searched for the players who were looking for paths regardless of danger and said softly:

“…Is there no other way?”

"...If there is a way, do you think I'll hide it?"

As he said that, he took back his personal terminal, clicked on the screen a few times, and called out the surveillance camera of Hangzhou Dungeon. Looking at the scene of corpses everywhere on the screen, he handed it to Han Zi'ang next to him again.

"……really……"

He handed the personal terminal to Han Zi'ang's hand, patted his shoulder hard, sighed lightly, turned his head and walked backwards.

In the driving seat, Han Zi'ang looked at this scene blankly. Although he was used to life and death, tears still couldn't help but flow out...

Outside the window, the people in the rescue team were still exploring anxiously, looking for a way forward, but they didn't know that their families had already struggled to die in pain...

"Call for help, please help!"

"... The air pressure is reduced, and the flight lift cannot be maintained. The air pressure is reduced, and the flight lift cannot be maintained!!!"

‘Rumbling…’

“…Hurry, the plane crashes, get in the car, drive!!!”

Suddenly, an alarm was heard, and an anxious cry for help filled all the communication frequency bands, breaking the sad atmosphere of Ning Jing'er.

In the cracks in the canyon, everyone looked up at the deep sky, but saw a huge plane, like a bird with wings falling weakly.

Seeing this scene, everyone's scalp suddenly became numb, their hair was exploding, and they rushed towards the direction of the car!

"There is a landslide ahead! Lao Han! Get ready to reverse!"

"yes!"

He threw away the personal terminal in his hand, moved the gear hard, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and hit the directional ball hard, and the body of the car flexibly retreated.

Wang Lei and others rushed forward, jumped onto the wall of the transport vehicle, and pushed their hands hard and flipped into the car.

Without caring about being embarrassed, he quickly reached out to the door handle and pulled several fast-moving team members up with his arms with exoskeleton armor.

In the passenger seat, Wang Xuebin, who had returned here again, narrowed his eyes and stared at the falling plane.

The fuselage, which is more than ten times larger than the carrier, quickly suppressed it with an unimaginable majesty.

On both sides, the towering icebergs were like mud, easily ravaged into debris by the wings.

"Falling objects..."

‘Bang!’

A piece of ice fell down, and in the blink of an eye, an armored vehicle turned into pieces.

‘Bang!Bang bang!’

Gravels were smashed down one after another, and cracks were broken out from the sturdy front windshield of the truck.

In the passenger seat, Wang Xuebin, who was squinting his eyes and paying attention to all this, was still watching without changing his face, as if calculating something.

"…Captain, Glass can't hold on anymore!"

Han Zi'ang roared in a low voice, breathing a little rapid, and his face turned flushed with the rapid surging blood.

“…all units, dress immediately and wear a helmet!”

Wang Xuebin gave the order, no one hesitated, and everyone was in a hurry to wear a helmet.

Including Tim, who sat with the engineering team, and a certain engineering team member who spitted half a bucket of helmet with his helmet as a phlegm bucket...

‘Rumbling ~’

The mountain walls on both sides collapsed, and an explosion sounded over everyone's heads. In an instant, gravel like shrapnel crushed the windshield of the carrier.

In an instant, a layer of white frost formed on everyone's helmets!

"It's too late, the building at five o'clock will crash into it!"

"…what? No! The ice layer is too thick..."

'boom!'

Someone raised his doubts loudly, but before he could finish his words, Han Zi'ang, who believed Wang Xuebin's words 100% of his actions had already taken action.

Turning sharply, using the flint car as buffer, step on the accelerator, open the power system, and crash into the thick ice layer on the side at the cost of damaging the engine.

‘Bang!!!’

With a loud bang, the air in the building was like a pressure tank. It was suddenly released through the gap hit by the carrier truck, and it exploded into a huge hole in the ice several meters thick.

The car body rubbed against the wall, and dazzling sparks were created. Amid the sour friction, everyone escaped again.

“…Ahem!”

In the passenger seat, Wang Xuebin coughed hard, picked up the helmet beside him, slowly buckled it on his head, pressed the closing button, and in an instant, a fresh air surged up.

“…Report numbers, report your physical condition, and whether you can continue to complete the task!”

In the driving seat, Han Zi'ang, who was breathing rapidly and flushed, unbuttoned his seat belt, turned his head nervously, and looked in the direction of Liu Qi and Duoduo.

"...Han Zi'ang... is in good condition, ahem...Liu Qi, Duoduo, are you okay!!!"

"It's okay...Ahem, Duoduo is okay, ahem, it's all good..."

Hearing the words of the three of them, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, looked at Han Ziang, and frowned.

"Get out of the car, Wang Lei, go check your team members, rescue them alive, and injured... You can do it yourself...

We have to climb up from this building…”

Looking at the abandoned building for decades, everyone was speechless.

“…cn171-11 team, report the number!”