When he opened his eyes, a white ceiling appeared in front of him. His nose could smell the pungent smell of disinfectant.
"Where is this?"
There was a sharp pain in his forehead. Zuo Qingcang raised his palm and saw the needle and drip.
"Hospital? I didn't die from such an attack? "
Zuo Qingcang sat up little by little. What he saw in front of him was a wall made of white metal, a hospital bed, and various other modern facilities. It was exactly the same as the ward he had woken up in.
He looked at his body, hands, chest, stomach, and legs. There were no burns or broken limbs at all.
"How is this possible?" Zuo Qingcang said in surprise. "It's impossible to be in such a good condition after being hit by that kind of artillery."
Just when Zuo Qingcang was feeling extremely strange, the next moment, the person and the words that appeared in the image made him feel strange and absurd.
It was the same as the last time he saw it. It was still the middle-aged black man with sunglasses and a windbreaker with a bumpy face.
"Lieutenant Zuo Qingcang, have you woken up?" The black man said with a serious face, "I'm sorry to disturb you while you're recuperating, but we need your help next. The mother's attacks are getting fiercer and fiercer. We don't have time to wait for your injuries to heal.
"Please go to Alpha Area 32 in the next half an hour. Lieutenant Connor will be waiting for you there."
The holographic image disappeared with a whoosh, leaving Zuo Qingcang sitting on the hospital bed in a daze.
"What's going on?" Zuo Qingcang shook his head and suddenly put on his clothes. "Is it a dream or an illusion? It doesn't matter... Let's verify it first. "
He walked out of the room quickly. Irene's words had appeared in his ears again.
"Lieutenant Zuo Qingcang, you have been approved to be discharged from the hospital. Please follow the yellow light on the wall to the traffic port."
"Let's go then." This time, Zuo Qingcang did not ask anything. He followed the yellow light and came to the traffic port again.
But this time, he arrived a little earlier. About half a minute later, the transport ship slowly entered. This time, he did not board the transport ship. Instead, he walked to the cabin where he had boarded before and watched as the young girl, middle-aged man, and an old lady slowly boarded the cabin.
He stood there and then raised his head to look toward the sky in the east. Twenty minutes later, piercing red meteors covered the entire sky. Right now, Zuo Qingcang was standing on the platform. Without the restrictions of the metal plates in the hold, he could clearly see that the scarlet meteor shower was like a swarm of locusts, almost covering the sky above the entire city. It was a densely-packed bombardment that was going to plough through the entire city's surface.
Zuo Qingcang had just taken a step toward the metal door of the hospital when the shell that was 20 times the speed of sound covered him again. The plasma flame that was tens of thousands of degrees hot instantly melted him.
…
Opening his eyes, Zuo Qingcang saw a white ceiling again, but this time, there was no confusion in his eyes.
"Illusion, dream, virtual space, and the like are the most likely possibilities. If my memory is correct, I should be in the ancient ruins of Ghost Cry Valley. Then this should be a device of the Amalikan ruins.
And with this specious background, either the Amalikans are really related to the United States, or my memory has been read and used to piece together this world. "
The series of encounters allowed Zuo Qingcang to make a basic judgment of the situation.
"It should not be to trap me. If it wants to trap me, it can just make me unconscious. What does it want me to do? Or see? But if it wants me to do something or know something, why can't it directly communicate with me? "
At this time, the holographic image appeared again. It was the same black man, the same order. But this time, Zuo Qingcang calmly put on his military uniform and did not go out at all.
Because he knew that in less than half an hour, more than 20 minutes later, the meteor shower would cover the entire city. There was no way for him to survive in the open air.
So he saw Zuo Qingcang staying in the hospital, trying to rely on the hospital's metal building to resist the bombardment. However, over twenty minutes later, as piercing alarms rang out, endless sounds of explosions rang out from all directions. This time around, Zuo Qingcang managed to survive for over ten seconds before he was once again melted by the flames that descended from the sky.
The plasma cannon fired by electromagnetic confinement was not something the hospital in front of him could resist.
…
Opening his eyes, Zuo Qingcang jumped up directly this time. When the holographic image appeared, he quickly said, "In about 20 minutes, there will be a large-scale bombardment in the sky. The entire city will be submerged in flames, and I will die."
The black man looked at Zuo Qingcang in a daze. This scene was indeed a bit strange. After all, in his opinion, a comatose soldier suddenly woke up. Note, he suddenly jumped up when he was unconscious, and then said something like a doomsday prophecy.
So the black man paused and said, "Captain Zuo Qingcang, it seems that your post-battle injuries are more serious than I thought. I hope you can rest well …"
"Wait." Zuo Qingcang said, "You don't understand, in 20 minutes …" But the black man did not continue to listen and directly hung up.
Looking at the blank space in front of him, Zuo Qingcang exhaled, put on his military uniform, and walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he said, "Irene, give me the three-dimensional map of the hospital, tell me where the safe house is."
This Brookhaven Hospital might be a military hospital, and the so-called "Sixth New York" was a fortress city, so it was very likely that there were bomb shelters, shelters, and safe houses.
So Zuo Qingcang asked experimentally. Irene directly projected the map of the hospital in front of Zuo Qingcang, and a small red dot appeared on the map.
"Take me there."
"Okay, Captain Zuo Qingcang, please follow the purple arrow," Irene said.
As the purple arrow lit up, Zuo Qingcang ran quickly, and Irene's voice rang in his ears. "Captain, your body is still in the recovery stage. I suggest you keep moving at a constant speed of less than 0.7 meters per second, it's good for your body's recovery."
"Cut the crap, how far is it?" Zuo Qingcang's legs seemed to have created many afterimages, piercing through the air in the corridor like a sharp arrow as he dashed toward the safe house.
"Your speed has reached 15 meters per second, you can reach the safe house in about one minute and fourteen seconds. What an amazing speed, Captain. Your speed has surpassed that of the world's 100m sprint champion. I suggest you pursue track and field after you retire. "
Of course, Zuo Qingcang didn't run as fast as he could. After all, it would attract too much attention and unnecessary trouble. Plus, the hospital was only a few hundred meters away. For the bombing that would arrive in twenty minutes, he should be able to make it in time.
"Are you kidding?" Zuo Qingcang frowned. "Right, open the safe house, I'm going in now."
"No, I'm just following the instructions of the post-operative rehabilitation consultation to encourage you to exercise actively and maintain an optimistic attitude." There was a pause, as if Irene was doing something. "I don't have permission to open the safe house. I need your personal security code."
"What code?" In front of Zuo Qingcang, a wall made entirely of white metal appeared little by little. It was the secret door of the safe house, and only with the code could one enter. It was also the safest place in Brookhaven Hospital. It could withstand earthquakes of magnitude eight to nine, high temperatures, artillery bombardment, and so on.
"The personal security code of the user of the safe house. You should have received the code when you were granted permission to use the safe house."
But Zuo Qingcang didn't know what the code was.
Twenty minutes later, the scorching ion current flooded the hospital again, and Zuo Qingcang lost consciousness again.
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