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This brings us back to the technological Blue Star team. Like the previous Zerg team, they chose to concentrate all their resources on reinforcing and upgrading their safe houses, which significantly improved their defense and livability.

The people living there are self-sufficient and lead a fulfilling life. They even have spare energy to improve their scores in the two sections of civil governance and cultural politics. This is simply the ultimate application of the "livelihood" strategy.

But the Underworld team is not the Cultivation Blue Star team. They have no radiation source that needs to be resolved urgently because they themselves are the initiators of the zombie transformation.

They surrounded the giant egg-like honeycomb fortress, sent out a large army of zombies to attack it day and night, and blocked the entrances and exits to prevent the people inside from coming out to breathe.

Unfortunately, this is just a game, not reality.

It would be enough for the living people inside to survive until the end of the one-year deadline. Running out of food is still a very difficult issue in modern times.

The technological people of Blue Star have already stockpiled supplies in the base for a year, and now all their hard work is just to improve their quality of life and earn more points.

This made the underworld team very depressed.

They wanted to completely wipe out these living people and achieve the perfect ending of great unification, but they were always stuck at the last step.

I'm afraid only the ancient team in the first game could empathize with this feeling of frustration.

Mr. He suddenly said that Technology Blue Star was going to lose because the Underworld team still had a final trump card.

Not long ago, the core members of the underworld team gathered together.

The four judges, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons, and the powerful Captain Niu, stood in a circle, and everyone's face was filled with confusion and secret excitement.

Captain Niu was the first to break the silence. "Are we really going to use that move? This is our best trick that we originally planned to save for the finals..."

His eyes swept across everyone present, as if seeking support, yet also as if hesitant.

The ghosts and gods looked at each other, and no one answered for a moment.

It was Wei Zheng, the iron-faced judge, who had a firm look in his eyes. He said firmly, "We can't hold back any longer! Our goal is unification, and we must advance directly to the finals!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority.

"But..." Captain Niu was still a little hesitant, "What if...what if we fail to break through the defense of the hive...we have already won."

"It's impossible to win for sure," Horse-Faced Warrior shook his head.

"They were hiding inside and concentrating on earning points, but we have been running around outside for the past few months, and we are probably already far behind.

"The distribution of houses has indeed made residents feel extremely happy, but managing a city is not that simple. Our managers simply don't have the time to dwell on those details."

Zhong Kui listened in silence, then suddenly slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with a fiery light:

"Since this is a competition, we must win beautifully! We can't guarantee that we will make it to the finals, so we should treat every game as our last and give it our all! As for the next time? Let's just surpass our limits!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it carried magic, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of everyone present.

Captain Niu took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became firm.

He no longer hesitated, turned around and strode towards the ghost messenger outside. The figure was the first customer of the convenience store - Guan Junfeng.

Guan Junfeng quickly received the order and rushed to a department in the rear area - it was a branch of a national first-level research institute that had moved from the world of the living to the underworld! Several core academicians of this institute were the main players in this competition!

Academician Xie Honghua saw Guan Jun rushing in and said jokingly with a smile: "What? We old bones finally don't have to sit on the bench anymore?"

Guan Junfeng also grinned, revealing a mouthful of eerie shark teeth: "Yes, it's finally time for our research institute to make its debut!"

Xie Honghua habitually tapped Guan Junfeng's head with his finger, just like he did decades ago, and commanded in a doting tone:

"Come and help me. Even if you pass the exam to become a ghost messenger, you are still the one who grew up in my courtyard."

"Okay!" Guan Junfeng responded loudly and came over happily.

The program officially started, and the entire underworld camp was preparing for this final big move.

Hundreds of millions of ghosts were organized together in an orderly manner, forming a dark mass like a dark cloud covering the sky. They stood on precise nodes of the formation, trying to channel their ghostly power as much as possible without harming the soul.

Even the enemy prisoners were no exception. They were bound by invisible forces and could not move, let alone report any information.

They could only watch it all happen, their eyes filled with fear and despair, watching the dark power being absorbed, condensed, and compressed by the formation, and finally transformed into a long cylindrical killing weapon.

Its body was flickering with a strange green light. Taking one look at it, it was as if one was facing the gaze from the depths of the eighteen levels of hell.

Xie Honghua stared at the data jumping on the screen, took a deep breath, and started the countdown:

"Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one!"

"emission!"

With his order, the secret weapon suddenly rose into the air, making a sharp whistling sound, tearing through the air like an enraged beast!

It dragged a long dark green tail flame and flew towards the honeycomb fortress of the Technology Blue Star camp with the force of thunder!

The technicians from Tech Blue Star immediately noticed its presence and their faces turned pale.

A young man reported to his leader in a trembling voice: "No, it's bad! The Underworld... looks like an intercontinental missile!"

But no matter how surprising they are, the players who have been able to hold on until now have very strong combat qualities.

They quickly calmed down and activated the anti-missile system immediately!

——Thank God, they insisted on installing this in the beginning, saying that the Chinese people would not sleep well without it, so they built it when they built the beehive, and it is really useful now.

Soon, several dark holes appeared on the outer wall of the honeycomb fortress, and several interceptor missiles made a deafening roar, spewing flames, and rushed forward!

But before long, the members of the Science and Technology Blue Star team shouted in horror: "Damn it! It's Qian Xuesen's ballistics!"

The intercontinental missile powered by dark energy with the name "Yinfeng-44" engraved on it was jumping irregularly at the edge of the atmosphere like a ghost.

It goes up and down, left and right, and its trajectory is erratic. The anti-missile system cannot predict its orbit at all!

Several interceptor missiles all missed the target, passed by it, plunged into the vast night sky, and disappeared without a trace...

The people in the hive could only watch in despair as the missile got closer and closer. The faint green light reflected on their faces, and everyone's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

A leader slammed the table, calling everyone back to their senses:

"Should we stay here and hold out for the hive, or should we charge out with our men and fight the zombie army with bayonets? Choose one now!"