Chapter 11 Command...

Fang Xuewen in the cockpit was stunned for a moment, and repeated the words subconsciously.

"That's right."

Li Ang nodded and pointed to Fang Xuewen's mecha, "At this moment, your superior, and your superior's superior, should be observing me through the optical sensors on your helmet and the surveillance cameras in this hall, right?

A group of leaders and think tanks are sitting together,

Urgently rummaging through the database, retrieving data, looking for matching information, locking down my identity, tracing the history of this identity,

Fearing that I am a deep-sea monster in human skin, and will cause great destruction to this city.

Tell me, have you found out my identity?"

Inside the mecha cockpit, Fang Xuewen's fingers tapped slightly, and he remained silent.

In his communication channel, the voice from his superiors was indeed sounding, and the other party was indeed doing their best to find Li Ang's trace.

"It seems not."

Li Ang smiled. When he used his psionic power to violently search the brains of the guests in the banquet hall just now, he already knew that,

In the eyes of these ordinary people in the script mission, his appearance was the initial appearance when entering the script mission.

That is, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with a face that Li Ang casually created.

This script mission did not give the players the identity of the native residents of the script world,

Moreover, the traces were deliberately not concealed during the transmission,

It is estimated that it was to create difficulties for the players, so that the players could not integrate into the script world with a hidden identity in the first time,

Instead, because of their suspicious identities, they are suspected and guessed by the official in this world, and sent to hunt them down.

However, this is all harmless.

In Fang Xuewen's uneasy and fearful gaze, Li Ang took a step with the silverback gorilla mecha.

The surrounding circle of mecha warriors instantly raised the heavy high-powered firearms in their hands, aiming at Li Ang, ready to fire at any time.

However, Li Ang ignored all threatening actions, and in the silence where a needle could be heard, he calmly passed by the mecha warriors and came to the French window, looking at the sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it, this world."

Li Ang looked up at the starry sky, tilted his head, and said to Fang Xuewen: "The planet under your feet carries everything you are familiar with.

Species, civilization, country, geography, religion, ideology, economics, technology, drama, songs, movies, games, sports...

Everything you come into contact with, understand, and recognize happens on this planet,

Everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you've heard of has spent their lives on this planet.

Robbers, criminals, heroes, sages, kings, farmers, poets, scientists, inventors, explorers, teachers, priests, politicians, tycoons...

All the love, hate, enmity, and joy and sorrow in the world,

All happen on this planet, which is insignificant like dust compared to the magnificent starry sky.

This is everything you have."

He paused, looked at the puzzled Fang Xuewen, and smiled faintly, "However, this is not mine."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

*Snap.*

The carpet spread on the floor of the banquet hall suddenly wriggled,

A large number of moss-green lichen-like plants emerged from the red carpet like bamboo shoots after a rain, and expanded rapidly along the carpet.

*Crack, crack, crack, crack.*

The growth rate of these lichens is extremely fast, and their lush roots ruthlessly penetrate the floor tiles with erosion and brute force, piercing into the walls, drilling into the solid reinforced concrete, and spreading all the way down.

Wherever they went, the walls cracked, the glass shattered,

The paintings hanging on the walls shook and fell to the ground,

Before they could tilt and fall,

They were submerged and covered by the tide of lichen.

All floors, from top to bottom, layer by layer, turned into an ocean of moss and lichen, exuding a strong aroma of grassy fields after rain.

The PPDc agents guarding outside the high-rise building watched this magical scene, as if changing clothes, with dumbfounded expressions, almost forgetting their duties.

"Don't be distracted!"

A mid-level commander of the PPDc sternly reprimanded, bringing his subordinates back to their senses, and continued to call the ordinary people who had just escaped from the high-rise building to escape behind the armored vehicles.

However, an accident happened.

The party guests who escaped from the top floor screamed almost at the same time.

White smoke continuously emerged from their hair, armpits, and cuffs, like a group of runaway fire extinguisher cylinders.

The PPDc medical emergency personnel rushed up as soon as possible, but found that the white mist rising from the guests' bodies

Was not smoke from a fire,

But a kind of humid suspended small droplets.

"This is..."

The on-site commander of the PPDc subconsciously waved his gloved hand, stroking the air,

Clearly seeing a layer of dew accumulated on his glove.

The next second, his eyes widened - the small droplets quickly penetrated into the glove, took root on the ground, and condensed into a cauliflower-like white mass.

This white mass is extremely light, like cotton,

Light, tough,

Growing like fermenting dough when exposed to wind.

"What is this!"

The on-site commander was drenched in a chill, desperately shook his palm, throwing the mass away, but shallow white fluff was still constantly emerging from his glove,

Until he let go of his gun and tore off his glove with the other hand and threw it on the ground, did he feel a slight relief.

But those hundreds of guests were like walking smoke generators, constantly releasing white smoke, creating one ball of cotton wool after another,

Covering everything at the scene.

Clothes, guns, vehicles, roads...

The pilots of the armed helicopters hovering in the sky watched the occurrence of these scenes below in horror, instinctively increasing the altitude of the helicopters to stay away from the mutated high-rise building.

But,

The mutation of the building also entered a new stage.

The high-rise buildings, transformed into an ocean of green plants, no longer continued to lay lichen,

Instead, they used vines and willow branches to interweave the lichen moss into artillery barrels, assuming them in the French windows on each floor of the high-rise building.

Then,

*Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!*

All the plant artillery barrels fired at the same time, launching clusters of green plant spheres far into every corner of the city.

"What did you do?!"

Fang Xuewen was inexplicably enveloped in a chill, he glared at Li Ang with his eyes wide open, roared, turned on the six groups of vector nozzles on the back of the mecha, spewing out faint blue flames,

Propelling the mecha to fly across the ground like lightning, rushing forward.

*Tss——*

The ubiquitous, constantly wriggling lichen moss in the hall suddenly extended dense and tough vines,

Forming a big mouth, covering the front of Fang Xuewen's mecha like a Venus flytrap,

Clearly just plant vines, but bursting out with a speed no less than that of the mecha,

Accurately trapping the joints of the mecha's hands and feet, slowly tightening.

"Heh,"

Li Ang looked at Fang Xuewen struggling in the vine cage, and said calmly, "Do you know about mold?"