Brigitte, knowing she was being targeted and manipulated, dared not delay any longer and had to immediately relocate the location of the Sea God’s subnet.
"Damn... they must be connected to the Internet Supervisor...."
Brigitte, upon arriving at the underground hideout, didn’t buy into the idea that ERO hired the Internet Supervisor just to write intelligent programs.
The sudden cause to offer free clinics for Haitians, colluding with Michelle, persuading Placid to defect, and having Neptune take those photos to ruin her reputation among the Haitian residents, all revealed the true purpose.
Her confidant, Qatar, quickly walked up to her at the tunnel corner and said,
"I’ve already notified others for armed defense and to monitor all the nearby intersections. If something happens, they’ll sound the alarm immediately, and the convoy transporting the server mainframe is ready to go at any time."
"Anything happening around us?"
"Not for now, but our men in the municipal surveillance network watching that bar said that four hours ago, they left Santo Domingo in groups, possibly coming our way."
An alarm rang in Brigitte’s mind.
"Have they reached the Taiping Continent?"
"Well... there’s been no sign of them yet."
There’s no surveillance on the streets of Taiping Continent, only relying on the naked eye.
In the past, with Haitians as informants, they always detected those with ill intentions towards the Voodoo Gang and warned them early, but now....
"Have the convoy wait until the evening, we’ll enter Dog Town after nightfall."
Entering Dog Town is a hassle, but Brigitte knows the principle of having multiple hideouts, keeping a retreat when battling with the Internet Supervisor.
Though she’ll face rejection from the local gang upon entry, Brigitte is confident in using her leverage to win over Colonel Hansen.
As for why not go during the day, it’s purely because these notorious lunatics might launch an ambush on the streets, and disassembling the mainframe takes time too.
At this moment, a hacker operating a computer near the ruin wall suddenly looked up and said, "Did you guys hear anything?"
The armed gang member nearby was puzzled.
"But it sounds like a buzzing noise, and it’s getting louder."
The armed gang member said, "Maybe it’s the wind."
Brigitte suddenly realized, how could there be wind when they’re in the underground duct, and not near the sea?
Immediately shouted loudly,
Multiple explosions instantly drowned out her voice. Although the blast points weren’t where they were, they produced a violent shaking, followed by a flood mixed with yellow and white substances pouring into the tunnel originally for the maglev train.
This was a dual blow, both physical and mental, far more visually impactful than an explosion or gunfire.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, the water can seep to your feet through any corner, rise to your legs, chest, even your mouth and nose!
Even the tightest defense crumbles in an instant against such an attack.
"It’s... it’s shit... shit!!!"
"Those... those things are coming!"
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"Seal off the machine room, fast!"
"Go to higher ground, quickly move to higher ground, retreat!"
The shrill screams were chilling, like some sort of gas experiment gone awry.
Brigitte hurriedly climbed onto the roof of a maglev car, watching everything beneath being submerged, her dark face turned pale with fright, she landed heavily on the rooftop, the other Voodoo Gang members also desperately swam to the single small island.
However, even while swimming, those black and brown floating objects continued drifting towards their faces, forcing them to shut their mouths, close their eyes and pretend they were in a luxury swimming pool.
Those climbing onto the car saw the filth clinging to their bodies, smeared on their faces, even inside their nostrils, ears....
"My body is dirty... sob...sob...."
"I think I swallowed some... ugh...."
"Stop talking... ugh...."
They should have been hugging each other tearfully, but the sight of each other’s filth only made them disdainful of each other, leading to a bout of frenzied vomiting.
"How’s the machine room area?"
"The doors are currently closed, water shouldn’t be able to get in"
The hacker’s data machine room is in a sealed section, with the train gates blocking two segments, unlockable without command, and only a narrow path leading up to the church, easy to defend but hard to attack.
"These.... uh..." Brigitte couldn’t name them, feeling nauseated, "should recede soon. Organize people for defense immediately; they’re bound to come in."
"No... probably not."
Qatar looked at the fecal water below, wondering what kind of people would push through in such conditions.
Brigitte also felt she was right; no normal person could come in.
As the water level gradually receded, the members of the Voodoo Gang felt slightly more at ease. Once the water receded, they’d immediately find a way to move their stuff and never return to this place.
What kind of human are you, using such despicable, degrading, and disgusting methods.
However, reality didn’t satisfy their wishful thinking. Just as the fecal water lowered to knee height, an unexpected event occurred.
The intruders marched in full gear, undeterred by the fecal water beneath their feet, advancing quickly.