"You only have 5 minutes, don't go too far, you will come back immediately as soon as the alarm sounds. Also, don't touch the things inside. If... if... if the actual situation is that you think it's very necessary, decide at that time, but don't touch it randomly if you don't need it."

Tong Ye was commanding the Goa Concentrator Team through the communication screen, and his old face wrinkled, "If you touch it, you might be amputated. You know the consequences."

The night is far from over, and the high lights set up by the engineering team illuminate an outer plain south of the mutated area, and a large number of people are busy here. The third explosion has just been two hours since the beginning of the period. Referring to the average interval between the past few explosions, they still have time to go in and explore.

The radiation dose inside is not large enough to cause the robot car to fail. If you have something to try to get the robot car to work.

But no matter how high-end robots are, they are a bunch of cold machines, without souls and without perception.

To be able to perceive, it depends on living people. The Concentrators Squad sent three members in this time, Deng Ximei, Sammy Walter, and Ivan Nikiforov.

After walking in an environment with a radiation dose of 30.6gy/h for 5 minutes, they will theoretically be impacted by a dose of 2.55gy. ​​Because their nuclear radiation protective clothing still has a certain barrier effect, after various corrections, it is expected that each of them will absorb a dose equivalent of 500msv-1sv.

The upper limit of the safety value is generally 100msv, and the limit is 250msv.

If 500msv-1sv, their bodies will be slightly damaged, and the chance of developing anemia will be greatly increased.

But now, there is no other choice.

"Ximei, be careful." As the three of them set off, Lou Xiaoning hugged Deng Ximei hard. This girl is really a miserable person. She has to be exposed to nuclear radiation just a few days after she died. She only talks about perception, Deng Ximei is the strongest among the people here.

Peacock, Mo Qing, Uncle Dan and others next to them all blessed them. They would not go in this time, but when they needed it, they would be willing to sacrifice.

"I can." Deng Ximei nodded, not saying much. Her introverted personality made her not good at expressing herself, and she didn't say that her heart was actually very warm.

The time is up, and everyone is watching, as well as night vision shooting of drones, live screen broadcasts on Mobei and the headquarters command center.

The three dead soldiers dragged their heavy protective suits and held automatic rifles and rushed into the mutation area quickly. 5 minutes and 300 seconds, which is an extremely precious 300 seconds. Every second is burning life, and every second cannot be wasted.

At this moment, people in the two command centers were nervous and heart-wrenching.

Deng Ximei breathed the airflow supplied by the oxygen cylinder on her back. As soon as she stepped into the mutated area and stepped on the charred land, she immediately felt a difference.

The headlights she wore illuminated the surroundings, but the radiation was invisible. It was not entirely because of this. She seemed to feel the space was twisting... She looked at the trees that had not disappeared in the distance, as if there was a strange force, eroding and growing...

She walked towards the north of the forest, but her eyes gradually looked at the scorched earth under her feet. With a click, her head, which was concentrating, suddenly hurt.

Some unformed illusions flashed in front of her eyes, scorched earth, a larger range of scorched earth, the dark shadows all over the sky, half hidden and half appearing. They have no wings and wings, but they fly in the sky, eating away all trees and all the vitality... What kind of race is that? They pour out from the scorched earth...

It was also at this time that Deng Ximei saw a piece of paper on the ground, half buried by charred soil, and the half revealed looked like a poster.

She looked closely and saw that it was the sea, with two dolphins swimming, with a line of Chinese words "Protect the ocean and cherish your home."

Where did this poster come from? Was it originally here?

Deng Ximei looked at the empty wasteland around her and saw no other garbage. Although the paper of this poster was old and damaged, it was vaguely stained with blood, but it was not rotten, unlike being buried here for a long time.

For some reason, she felt a surge in her heart and felt a strong feeling.

This is the very necessary situation... This poster is very important, but only this time the opportunity is obtained.

Maybe when she turned around, or even moved her eyes to another place, it would suddenly disappear like a product of hallucination.

Deng Ximei stretched out her right hand and bent over to look towards the black ground.

...

The shadowless light illuminates the operating table, and the wave lines and values ​​in the anesthesia monitor screen are beating.

The surgical staff wearing thick protective suits surrounded the operating table. The old man Tian Fuhou lay straight on it, his wrinkled old face was already in a drowsy sleep with total anesthesia. His damaged right upper limb was completely exposed, his elbow was already ulcerated so that it was unbearable to look at it anymore, and the skin above the elbow was also a little red.

The main surgeons Yang Rongzhong and Erzhu Qu Longguang were concentrating on separating the median nerve, brachial artery, vein and ulnar nerve into the inner edge of the biceps.

Misuke Wang Ruoka was helping with ligation and stop bleeding. Although she was the youngest in the operating room, she could complete every task quickly.

Everything went very calmly, smoothly, but also very nervous.

Afterwards, Yang cut off the muscles in annular shape under the cutoff plane and then cut the periosteum. The old man's upper arm was not subjected to much radiation, and it still looked normal.

Not long after, an extremely harsh chainsaw sounded. Yang Zhushao steadily took the electric bone saw and sawed the humerus towards the cutoff plane.

Not long after, as the bone slag splashed, only one-third of the upper arm of the old man Tian Fuhou's right upper limb was left, and the others were sawed off, just like those trees were sawed off.

The separated sick limb was immediately put into a lead bucket by the nurse, which is also called a radioactive source storage bucket and a nuclear radiation shielding bucket. Then the nurse pushed the lead bucket with a moving wheel and hurried outside the operating room. The sick limb would not be buried and destroyed immediately, and the scientific research department would also do research.

At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in the operating room. No abnormal conditions occurred. The old man should be just a common acute radiation disease.

They continued to process the radial nerve, and then ligate and suture.

...

"4 minutes have arrived, the concentrator team, please return immediately!"

A loud alarm sounded, and everyone outside the dividing line looked nervously. The three players did not go too far, so they could still see them. At this time, the alarm sounded, Sammy Walter and Ivan Nikiforov, the two men immediately turned around and ran back according to the order.

But there was another figure, the slender young woman figure, Deng Ximei, who had never moved after she bent over to the ground before...

"Ximei!" Lou Xiaoning shouted anxiously, Uncle Dan, Peacock and others also shouted, "Come back! Let's go!"

Foreign members such as Helen Claire were also shouting that although the team was not yet established, they were already familiar with each other, "Please, come back!"

"Deng Ximei, Deng Ximei!" The radio sounded over and over again. The two male team members had already run out of the mutated area, but she still didn't move.

"The situation is not right." Lou Xiaoning immediately said to the command center, "Did Ximei faint there? Or what? We are going to go in and rescue."

"Wait..." Master Tong was also anxious, but there was no confusion. "Is Amei sensing something? Or is there something there?"

The drone was not captured, and she was blocked.

Just as everyone was anxious, Lou Xiaoning, Uncle Dan and others were about to rush in and drag Deng Ximei out, but she suddenly moved, quickly got up, rushed out of here. Five minutes had arrived, and about half a minute later, she rushed out of the mutated area.

"Damn..." Lou Xiaoning then let out a breath, "Is the ray that delicious?"

But her left eye immediately noticed that Uncle Dan and the others also saw that Deng Ximei was holding a piece of paper in her hand, which was a poster.

"Miss Deng, what's going on?" Uncle Dan asked in surprise.

"This poster is on the ground inside." Deng Ximei's words were a little excited, a little confused, and a little terrifying. "I thought it was very important, so I went to pick it up. When I came into contact with it, I saw an illusion. A group of people drove to a city, and one of the trucks was carrying a nuclear bomb. They detonated the nuclear bomb... I seemed to see that Ajun was also in a car there."

Everyone frowned when they heard this, and now... they don't understand.
Chapter completed!