Chapter 398: Chapter 128: Frenzied Maggots in the Sea of Feces
The power supply on Taiping Continent can only meet 50% of the demand, and the same goes for water. Therefore, many places have no water from plants, and people must either dig wells for groundwater or buy it at high prices. The insufficiency of water for sewage also leads to blocked sewage pipes.
The solution is simple: clear the blockage, then have the water plant open the gates and pressurize the water flow.
The water plant issues are handled by the Internet Supervisor, who has considerable authority in each region. Getting cooperation or requisitioning equipment is just a matter of asking. A bit of water is no big deal.
With the gates wide open, the roaring water flows through the pipes, pressurized and rushing into the sewer, sweeping away all the filth with it.
At the appearance of the task interface, the ready players knew the time for action had arrived.
Almost simultaneously, they pressed the detonator, sending signals to each hole in the ’poop wall.’ Muffled blasts and flashes emerged from the holes, and the originally solid poop wall was blasted loose, with hardened particles flying everywhere.
Sometimes, death isn’t scary.
What’s scary is having to do something you absolutely don’t want to do.
The first six teams successfully detonated, and when the water rushed to the loosened poop wall, it easily swept all the soft, liquid, and hard matter together and surged forward.
Only the seventh team, the Super Balloon Squad, faced an issue.
The Truth Department looked at the unresponsive poop wall, pressed the detonator a few more times, but nothing happened, and an ominous feeling rose in their heart.
"Why didn’t it blow up?"
The Publicity Department was puzzled too: "I don’t know, quickly ask that fool Tutu if it’s broken."
The Truth Department didn’t hesitate, immediately informed Tutu of the situation in the channel, and a few seconds later, his face turned black as the bottom of a pot, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
"He said it might be a loose connection or a bad signal, needs... needs manual detonation."
The Publicity Department and his buddies turned pale instantly. Damn it, the fuse detonation time is just 3 seconds, they can’t escape from the wall to high ground even if they had prosthetic limbs...
You ask why not make it longer, extend the detonation time?
That’s a good question.
But that’s not the players’ style.
Buddy: "Boss... what do we do now."
The Publicity Department reconsidered: "Honestly, I think... one more of us isn’t necessary, one less isn’t missing.... doesn’t matter for the materials, right..."
The three were nervous, but only A2 and B2 faced the situation without hesitation and stood up.
"We’ll manually detonate, the Super Earth mission must be executed."
"No way!" The Truth Department was instantly anxious. "You two stay up there. We’ll go down to activate the fuses."
Although the modified ones aren’t fragile, if others knew that their team sent modified people to wade into ’mud,’ it would be hilarious.
Immediately gritting his teeth, he said:
"This isn’t about quantity, our mission failure will definitely affect rewards calculation, and we’ll fall behind the main force. Besides, we’ll have to go down eventually, it’s just a matter of time."
"Let’s go! What is a poop wall? Watch us push it back!"
He looked determined, like a warrior embracing death heroically.
"Truly the Truth Department!" Buddy shouted, "For Super Earth!"
With self-motivation, he jumped down the breach, landing in front of the poop wall.
The Publicity Department: "Um... I might just skip it..."
The Truth Department loyally fulfilled his duty, kicked the Publicity Department on the butt.
"Get your butt down there!"
In front of the poop wall, the three players resembled those soldiers who carried explosives to enemy bunkers, despite this bunker being somewhat unsightly and requiring more courage.
The Truth Department could even hear the roar of water behind this wall, but without explosives, the water couldn’t break through it.
"Six explosives in total, two each, I’ll countdown and pull together."
"3"
"2"
"1"
After pulling the fuses, the three ran backward quickly.
Regardless of whether it worked, it’s at least somewhat comforting.
Fizz—BOOM! BOOM!
A series of explosions erupted behind them, countless black particles or sludge-like objects easily overtaking their run of over a dozen meters, splashing them head to toe.
"Ah!!!"
Feeling the moist softness enveloping their bodies, the Publicity Department screamed like a woman.
"I’m dirty! I’m dirty! Kill me! Quickly kill me!"
Rumble!
Before he finished speaking, raging yellow-black water floods engulfed the three figures.
Gurgle gurgle...
"..."
A2 took a deep breath. Just instinctively, she and B2 took a few steps back, turned away, unwilling to look down anymore.
"Let’s go... coordinate with the ground troops’ attack."
B2 quickly nodded.
"Mm...."
Meanwhile, the Haitian residential area fell into an eerie silence. ERO sent ambulances to take away a few players’ bodies, and the Voodoo Gang fell into chaos, violently torn into two factions.
Only a small part sided with Michelle and Placid, while most preferred Brigitte.
Some unknowledgeable folks thought it was just killing a few corporate dogs, no big deal, some were simply chasing money as daredevils. Brigitte controlled Voodoo Gang’s funds, so they undoubtedly chose to support her.
And Hackers, almost all chose Brigitte. Her control over Voodoo Gang was deep-rooted, becoming her own dominion after it’s split by the slider.