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It seemed that the giant tree had suffered from the Molotov cocktail. This time, it used a large number of vines to form a net in front of it, and the RPG was stuck in the air after it was hit, but no explosion occurred.
"Sh! It! It misfired! This is impossible???"
The architect, unwilling to believe in evil, fired another RPG, but the shell strangely misfired again.
"what's the situation?"
Moyin glanced at the architect and asked in confusion.
I understand! There's something wrong with the vine net! RPG shells use piezoelectric leads, and the warhead must be subject to sufficient resistance to explode, but the vine net just stuck to the RPG I fired, so it didn't explode.
The Architect shouted as he fired another RPG, but this RPG also got stuck in the vines and did not explode.
"Is it true that your shell didn't misfire?"
Moyin looked at the architect with some suspicion.
The architect didn't say anything else, but fired an RPG directly at the surrounding buildings, and suddenly there was a loud explosion.
"Look! There's nothing wrong with my weapon, it's this mutant plant that's restraining me!"
The architect immediately shouted proudly.
Moyin was about to say something when his pupils suddenly shrank and he saw the vine net retract. Then three RPGs were thrown towards the RV by the mutant giant tree like stones in a catapult.
"Fuck!!! Huang, activate the force field shield!"
Moyin shouted anxiously into the tactical headset, and three crisp sounds suddenly came from his ears, followed by the three shells thrown over that exploded into three fireballs in the air.
"Commander, let's go quickly. I don't want to be blown into a dough."
G11 changed his previous laziness and made a serious request. It was obvious that he had activated the Assaulter's Eye skill.
There was no need for Moyin to speak. The speed of the RV instantly soared to more than a hundred yards and fled in the direction it came from.
After running for twenty kilometers, the RV finally slowed down.
Moyin had a headache. It was the first time he faced this mutated plant. Although he didn't know its intelligence, at least from the previous encounters, this thing should have some specialized defense against attacks like fire.
As for long-range weapons, the damage caused by ordinary firearms can only knock off some bark, which is just a drop in the bucket for the tall body of the mutant giant tree.
However, the RPG could not be detonated and would be hit by the opponent's counterattack. As for Huang's bombers and naval guns, he felt a little reluctant to send out the resource points of a bomber.
After all, once the aircraft carrier's attack method is used, the resource points consumed are basically over one million.
People not only need to know how to make money, but also learn to save. He would only use the Phoenix's weapons when it is absolutely necessary.
After all, apart from resource points such as large steel mills, his resource points can only be collected from alienated zombies in hundreds of thousands, and he does not have so many resource stores to squander.
Moyin took out the map and tried to see if he could find a route around the mutated giant tree.
However, to his disappointment, the area he was currently in was a mountainous area, and the only way to pass through the mountain was the path he was currently taking. He could only find a way to kill this mutant plant.
Moyin thought about it for a moment, then called the destroyer.
"Destroyer, I remember you have a lot of explosives, right? Place some explosives on the road we came from, and be sure to blow up the mutant plant directly."
"There are so many explosives on the road, will the tree just hit it?"
The destroyer asked somewhat doubtfully.
"Go and try it first, maybe it will step on it."
Moyin said helplessly that if the explosives had no effect, he would have no choice but to spend a lot of his resources and send out Phoenix to fight against this mutated plant.
Chapter 278 Thinking Misconceptions
"Okay! Then I'll go send that big guy up into the sky right now! But the commander has to come with me. I don't want to deal with ordinary zombies anymore."
The saboteur offered a trade-off.
"OK, I'll watch you set up the explosives."
Moyin agreed readily.
"What do you mean?"
Desert Eagle asked curiously.
"Well, after taking some genetic modification drugs and strengthening with collapse fluid, my body seems to be closer to the category of mutant zombies. High-level mutant zombies will produce a potential pressure like a coercive field, or a territorial planning."
"Ordinary zombies will be afraid of this kind of pressure, so as long as I am in this area, ordinary zombies will not come close to me under normal circumstances."
"Unless there is a zombie commander like the Corpse King who has the ability to enslave ordinary zombies."
"Hmm? Then Commander, can you become a talisman for a gathering place?"
Desert Eagle asked in surprise.
"On the contrary, not only can I not be a talisman...I can even bring disaster. If you really want to calculate, I am the star of disaster."
Looking at the saboteur who was setting up explosives, Moyin replied with a wry smile.
"Why?"
Desert Eagle was a little confused.
"This kind of zombie pressure doesn't only have advantages, it also has certain disadvantages."
"After high-level zombies sense the pressure from other zombies, they will come to hunt. From a racial perspective, this is to encourage a king to emerge in the race. I am also planned to be one of them."
"So if I stay in a certain area for a long time, it will attract extremely powerful zombies to approach me."
"Before you came, I stayed in my own gathering place for a month, and a zombie king came with more than one million ordinary zombies and tens of thousands of mutant zombies of various types. In that zombie annihilation battle, I spent all my savings of more than 60 million just on ammunition supplies."
"Even so, tens of thousands of soldiers died in that war...because of me."
"This is really interesting. Commander, you seem to have made a mistake. You are really a guy with a dull mind."
The Desert Eagle showed a beautiful smile.
"What's wrong?"
Moyin turned his attention to the Desert Eagle.
"There is only one question. If you, Commander, did not exist, would the Corpse King appear?"
Desert Eagle asked calmly.
"Yes? Based on the racial characteristics of zombies, high-level zombies will fight each other and continue to evolve."
"Then if the commander is not here, this corpse king will sooner or later encounter a gathering place of humans. What will happen when the commander is not here?"
"All... all destroyed."
"Correct. Running away won't solve the problem. If the commander wants to rest, he has to annihilate all the zombies in this world. Only then can he truly be free from the battle."
“This is really a difficult job.”
Moyin smiled bitterly, but found that he did not feel any dissatisfaction in his heart. Instead, he felt a sense of relief.
It’s good to have a solution. He has always believed that he might not be able to live in human society in the future and can only wander around with his tactical dolls.
Now it seems that I have fallen into a misunderstanding.
Similarly, he also needs ordinary people to form troops to effectively clear out the zombies.
After all, even if all the tactical humanoids were summoned by himself, there would only be less than a thousand people. It was unrealistic to want to annihilate billions of zombies.
So he must rely on the power of other survivors to effectively clear out the zombies.
As long as we can provide enough weapons and ammunition, maybe one day we can really clear the world of zombies.
If it really can't be cleaned up, then there's nothing he can do.
"The explosives have been set up. All that's left is to lure that big guy over here."
The Destroyer returned to Moyin's side and answered.
"Is the power okay? How about you put more?"
Moyin said with some concern.
"I'm an expert at blasting! Even if the Transformers come, I'll have to fly!"
The destroyer shouted confidently, putting his hands on his hips.
During the conversation, a gray shadow suddenly jumped down from a nearby tree and pounced fiercely on Moyin's back.
Desert Eagle immediately raised the huge silver pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger. The gray Stealth was directly blown away three meters and fell heavily to the ground like a rag bag, with a hideous hole on his little head.
"As expected of you, you have excellent killing power. Thank you."
Moyin put the high-frequency particle vibration knife he had just taken out back into the system space and praised with a smile.
"Is this what they call a high-level mutant zombie? It's quite agile."
Desert Eagle walked forward and took a look at the body of the Hidden One.
"It has not yet reached the high-level mutant stage, but is a mid-level mutant. Its skin and muscle strength are still relatively poor. When it reaches the high-level mutant stage, the body will have a certain degree of self-healing and improved toughness."
"The skin toughness of a high-level mutant is enough to defend against submachine gun bullets, and its speed and strength are also improved to a certain extent. It is a very difficult enemy."
Moyin started to introduce.
"Are there any weaknesses?"
"At least all zombies below the King level have weaknesses. Except for the Head Splitter and its advanced level, the Body Splitter Girl, most other zombies have weaknesses in their eyes."
Moyin answered.
"I see. What about the higher-level zombies? Who will deal with them?"
Desert Eagle asked.
"If Akagi, the agent and I are far enough away, the architect and M99 should be able to handle it. The information about the mutant zombies we have encountered is recorded in the computer. I will take you to see it later."
"Ok."
"AK12, can you please lead that alienated giant tree to the explosion area set by the destroyer?"
Moyin took out a motorcycle, then pressed the tactical headset and asked.
"We don't have the right to refuse orders, do we?"
AK12's calm voice came from the tactical headset.