You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

"No matter what, let's try to catch it first." Zhong Xun frowned. "I need to figure out why it came when Zhang Sheng was clearly in the hospital."

Indeed, previously everyone speculated that the pollutants either acted randomly or were attracted by Zhang Sheng. Judging from the current intelligence, it is clearly the latter.

It thought Zhang Sheng had returned?

"How many days are you staying here?"

"Tentatively scheduled for one week."

Meng Jing understood and said, "I'll come every week."

Long ago, Meng Jingting encountered a kind of intelligent pollutant that created a "miasma" that covered a radius of three hundred miles and shrouded more than a dozen mountains. The people inside did not know why and worshipped it as a mountain god. If it weren't for the large number of deaths during the sacrifices, and the fact that one of the corpses was accidentally washed downstream and discovered by some fishermen, this secret could have been kept hidden for a while.

Meng Jingting violently dismantled the "mist". I wonder if it's a common phenomenon that if intelligent pollutants have skill points in their "brains", their physical strength and aggression will be greatly reduced, mainly in their ability to bewitch people.

The pollutant itself was a dough-like thing with messy eyebrows, black eyes, small nostrils, and a mouth. It was barely recognizable as a human face. Before the adjudicator could capture it, it self-destructed.

The sticky tissue fluid exploded all over the room. Xie Wencheng had just taken off his helmet and ran out almost screaming for his parents.

This thing seems fearless.

This is also why Meng Jing didn't act rashly just now.

Disturbed like this, both of them lost their interest and, with their own thoughts preoccupied, the two-meter bed was spacious enough for them to sleep soundly until dawn.

Zhong Xun woke up and didn't see Meng Jingting.

He went to wash up first, then went to the living room. Unexpectedly, there was breakfast on the table, along with a note.

Using Zhang Sheng's sticky note, there's a kitten licking its paws against a pink background, with Meng Jingting's neat and sharp handwriting: Temporary support, will be back this afternoon.

Zhong Xun sighed, saying he had said he would rest for two days.

Two hours ago, Sun Chen sent a message, but he was only trying his luck. The three "miasmas" were connected, and the overlapping area was raging with fire, making it impossible to break in.

One of the "mist" was full of "zombies" because the source of the pollution had the ability to control the rotting corpses. Among them, a teacup dog with a missing eye came to Sun Chen's feet and bit his trouser leg with its long canine teeth. Sun Chen said "poor baby" and kicked the "zombie dog" away. He shot it from a distance and it was completely destroyed.

If you get bitten by this thing, you could spend three months in the hospital.

Worse still, two of the interns broke down in tears, hugging each other and crying for their mothers, begging to go home.

Zhang Yingyang was still comforting him when Xu Hengzhou, who happened to be on duty that day, strode forward and slapped each of them so hard they were silent.

With two timid and disoriented interns on their side, the difficulty of escaping increased significantly.

Fortunately, it was a Class A miasma, so the signal jamming wasn't too strong, and the distress message sent to Meng Jingting was received.

When Meng Jingting tore through the miasma with his bare hands and descended from the sky, Sun Chen was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

"Boss..."

  

Without saying a word, Meng Jing took his command microphone, pressed it to his ear, and quickly said, "Each squad, report your situation."

Upon hearing Meng Jingting's voice, the people in the other two "malignant swamps" were greatly encouraged, and the gunshots suddenly intensified.

Several "zombies" came running, howling and baring their teeth. Meng Jingting raised his hand, his outstretched fingers suddenly tightening. His incomparably powerful mental strength directly crushed the space. The "zombies" were squeezed into a bloody mess, and after being smashed by Meng Jingting, they became like a high-speed spinning thousand-pound flying scale. Wherever they went, severed arms and legs flew everywhere, instantly sweeping out two clean paths.

The two tearful interns were stunned.

The next second, Meng Jingting suddenly looked at them, his expression serious and gloomy: "Go back and submit your resignation, and leave the court."

Next, Meng Jingting started soloing, with Sun Chen and the others following behind to gain experience.

"This stone, which has been burned by spiritual power, is quite beautiful." Sun Chen handed it to Xu Hengzhou, and a deep blue light emanated from the center.

Xu Hengzhou nodded: "Indeed."

Zhang Yingyang stared in disbelief: "Is the boss unusually excited today?"

Sun Chen glanced at it and sighed softly, "Those who have undergone mental guidance are naturally extraordinary."

Zhang Yingyang exclaimed admiringly, "Brother, you even knew that?"

Xu Hengzhou also looked over.

Sun Chen was utterly speechless: "Ugh, use your brain."

The boss's mental energy is completely renewed and overwhelming, even more powerful and pure than during the last mission. He must have received mental guidance. They must have been together last night!

"Sun Chen!" Meng Jing heard a sharp shout: "Go and meet up with a small team ahead!"

Sun Chen stuffed the stone in his pocket: "Alright!"

*

After finishing breakfast, Zhong Xun went downstairs to throw away the trash once, and then again when he ordered takeout at noon, showing considerable patience.

The doorbell rang around 3 p.m.

Zhong Xun put down the book he was reading, "The Iceberg CEO's Ninety-Nine Times of Pampering," and went to open the door.

Zou Beikai was standing outside the door.

"It's you?" Zhong Xun was somewhat surprised and smiled.

The entrance hall felt bright and spacious. The young man's eyes were slightly upturned, and his lips were like rippling lake water, his pheromones refreshing and invigorating.

Zou Beikai blushed slightly and handed the food box to Zhong Xun: "Here, these are dumplings I made, pork and cabbage flavor. Would you like to try some?"

Zhong Xun was quite surprised: "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, your cousin and I are friends," Zou Beikai said. "I've been staying home writing these past few days and I've seen you throw away takeout containers several times, so I guess you don't know how to cook."

"Yes, yes." Zhong Xun felt slightly embarrassed. When he lowered his head, his neck was long and fair, like a crane stretching its neck. The pheromones in the air seemed to be a little stronger, which was a sign that Omege was happy.

Zou Beikai said excitedly, "Then you should try it."

"Hmm, it looks pretty good." Zhong Xun looked at the food box. "In this fast-food era, there aren't many Alphas like you who can cook."

"Really?" Zou Beikai scratched his head. "Actually, I can cook a lot of dishes. If you like them, you can come to my house for dinner."

"Really?" Zhong Xun's eyes shone brightly. "Thank you! I'm in for a treat tonight..."

What followed was like a car that had been speeding along suddenly plunging off a cliff, its parts and tires flying everywhere. As the conversation abruptly stopped, Zhong Xun's pupils contracted sharply, but he quickly regained his composure under his powerful control. He pulled his gaze out from behind the door with a stiff and resolute expression, and said to Zou Beikai with a smile, "Well, I have to go to work now."

Zou Beikai asked reluctantly, "Your job is..."

"I'm a little painter," Chung Hsun said gently.

"Wow, that's amazing! You can go ahead and get busy." Zou Bei waved his hand.

"Okay, goodbye." Zhong Xun closed the door.

Then Meng Jingting appeared, standing behind the door with her arms crossed, looking like a ghost, her face expressionless.