The mont the group of several dozen infected individuals rushed into the hospital, they imdiately felt overwheld.
After experiencing several rules, places like hospitals had also been transford into gathering points.
The lobby on the first floor was still piled with many sandbags that had been used earlier to block the living dead. All the useless promotional boards, information desks, and even the security scanners had been dismantled and discarded to free up maximum space for storing supplies and equipnt.
In the past, when going to the hospital, one would follow the signs to the corresponding departnt. But now, in this transford hospital, all the directional signs had been removed, leaving the dozens of people feeling completely lost.
"Where is the blood collection room?"
"We don't know which floor that woman is on. Should we search floor by floor?"
Actions driven by the pressure to survive, without ticulous planning and forethought, often lead to situations like this.
Even after forcibly knocking down several guards and breaking in, they had no solid plan for what to do next.
"Attention, unauthorized individuals in the hospital!" A loudspeaker in the hospital suddenly blared, a stern voice echoing through the halls. "You are seriously violating the law. Cease your actions imdiately!"
"We just want to live! Is that against the law?!"
"Use the hospital's mobile app procedure," soone rembered their past hospital visit experience. "It has location guides for all the departnts."
"This is taking too long! Let's split up and search room by room!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a few people imdiately pulled out their phones to check, while the others dispersed, starting from the first floor, searching each room one by one.
The hooded man who could manipulate tal explosions was also holding a phone, but he wasn't looking up information. He was recording video.
The loudspeaker continued to broadcast warnings, but the infected individuals no longer listened. They soon discovered a locked door on the first floor.
A few kicks failed to break it open. One of the n with a gun said, "Move aside, I'll do it!"
He fired several shots at the lock. Then the group kicked with all their might, finally breaking the door open.
Inside the room were seven or eight people, all wearing white coats, appearing to be doctors and nurses.
At this mont, they looked at the crowd bursting into the room with terror, utterly terrified.
"What do you want?"
"We're just hospital staff, not the people you're looking for..."
The infected individuals glanced at each other. One asked, "You heard the loudspeaker just now, right? Which room was that broadcast from? Also, didn't people from the Bureau bring a woman in earlier? Where did they go?"
The group hesitated, stamring. The infected individuals imdiately grew furious. "Speak! Or we'll shoot you!"
"Don't! I'll talk, I'll talk!" a young doctor quickly said. "The broadcast room is on the third floor, room 306. As for the woman brought in by the Bureau, we didn't see her. We don't know where she is!"
"Hurry, everyone to the third floor! Leave a few people here to watch them."
The infected individuals imdiately rushed to the third floor. When they reached room 306, they happened to block the Team Leader from the Bureau who had just stepped out.
"Are you all infected?"
Facing the murderous crowd, the Team Leader asked calmly.
One man pressed the muzzle of his gun against the Team Leader's chest, threatening, "Stop the nonsense! The woman you brought in has antibodies, right? Where are you hiding her? Tell us!"
"...Even if I told you, do you think you could all be saved? There are dozens of you here. There isn't enough serum for everyone. And before you could even extract that much serum, our ard reinforcents would arrive. Do you really think you could get away unscathed?"
The Team Leader's calm words, however, enraged the crowd.
An infected individual ripped off his protective mask, punched him hard in the face, grabbed his collar, and shouted, "So we who are infected with the virus deserve to die, is that it?! You bastards, what do you take our lives for?!"
The Team Leader took the punch, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't yield. He still stood his ground. "If you want to demand fairness, go demand it from the Fire Thief. Saying this to
is useless. Everything we do is from a higher perspective, hoping to allow more people to survive, not to let this country destroy itself through mutual slaughter under the Doomsday Rules."
"Then you—"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before the questioner could finish, the man with the gun suddenly fired. The Team Leader grunted and fell to the ground.
The others stared in shock at the gunman, whose eyes glead with a fierce, wolf-like green light. "I don't understand any grand sches! I only know my own life is the most important! Whoever wants
dead, I'll make them die first!"
"..."
"Alright, let's keep looking. We need to find her before their reinforcents arrive," soone said after a brief silence.
The group continued searching the hospital. But in such a large hospital, with over twenty floors and countless rooms, even with dozens of people, searching room by room was extrely ti-consuming.
Just as they began searching the fifth floor, shouts ca from outside.
"You are surrounded! Surrender imdiately!"
A few infected individuals looked out the windows. Several ard vehicles were parked at the hospital entrance, and a large squad of fully ard soldiers was entering the hospital in a steady stream.
At the sa ti, nurous drones took off, locating targets through the windows of various floors, providing the soldiers with precise enemy positions for targeted strikes.
Seeing this, the infected individuals knew it was pretty much over. This was an expected outco, one they had considered before taking action.
In the end, they had always felt the probability of getting the serum injection and being saved was low. They just wanted to make a desperate attempt before dying. That was better than silently bleeding out and dying in so forgotten corner.
Most of the infected individuals were quickly eliminated by the soldiers entering the hospital. In the end, only a few remained, holding their ground on the first floor, taking the doctors and nurses hostage, demanding the authorities provide serum.
However, the mont they stord the hospital, in the eyes of the authorities, they were no longer negotiable parties but terrorists who needed to be eliminated.
Thus, after a stun grenade cleared the way, soldiers charged into the room, swiftly eliminating the last few infected individuals and rescuing the hostages.
After that ca the cleanup.
Corpse after corpse was carried out and taken away. The woman with antibodies, Sister Yu, who had been hiding in the hospital storage room, was also found and rescued. She was escorted into a vehicle under heavy protection and driven away.
No one noticed that on the eighteenth floor, from an open window, the hooded man who could manipulate tal explosions recorded everything with his phone.
Then he removed his hood. If those infected individuals from earlier were still alive, seeing him now would surely shock them.
Because after removing his hood, the neck he revealed showed no bright red patches. From the very beginning, this hooded man was a Blood Plague adaptor, rely pretending to be infected to infiltrate the infected group.
No one suspected him because no one could imagine soone would do such a thing.
An infected person pretending to be normal was common. An adaptor pretending to be infected was extrely rare.
The hooded man checked the video on his phone and nodded with satisfaction. "I shot that pretty well. The cause and effect, the emotions, the conflict, the conclusion, the climax—it's all there. Should be able to sell for a good price."
...
"File download completed."
Guan Tong looked at the downloaded file, thinking this "Mask" guy was really efficient.
He said he'd help with optimization yesterday, and today this one-click optimization package was ready.
Guan Tong looked at the file. He didn't know much about computer technology, but he knew so files shouldn't be downloaded carelessly. Because they could contain viruses, trojans, etc., that could hijack your computer.
He thought this "Mask" probably had the sa idea, otherwise he wouldn't have produced this optimization package so quickly.
But he figured this guy was probably going to be disappointed.
No matter what computer virus was planted, it wouldn't work on the shelter's special network.
Guan Tong opened the file, extracted it, and then loaded the optimization content onto his website with one click.
Logging back in, the website looked completely refreshed.
The overall interface layout hadn't changed much, but the quality in all aspects had improved by more than a notch.
For example, the icons, progress bars, option button styles, etc., on the website before had all used default templates, looking quite tacky.
Now, after using the optimization package, these details had been greatly optimized, with many animations added. For instance, when the mouse hovered over an option, there would be a color gradient effect indicating selection, looking quite impressive.
"This 'Mask' really knows his stuff."
Regardless of Mask's intentions, this optimization was genuinely useful.
However, while the interface was more aesthetically pleasing, the most important thing was still the content.
Without quality content, no matter how good the appearance, it was all for nothing.
Guan Tong clicked on several sections one by one. Only the "Casual Chat" section had a post by Mask. All other sections were completely blank.
"I'll fill in so content myself first."
Guan Tong thought, opening the intelligence section.
So-called intelligence is information. But the entire internet is full of information. How do you make your information valuable, sothing others rush to see?
Simple: the information you post isn't available elsewhere; you have an independent source of information.
If Guan Tong had any independent source of information, it was his ability to see Hidden Rules. This was his most valuable information. But this kind of information needed to be disclosed or sold depending on the situation.
Hidden Rules like [Plunder Clarity] and [Genetic Lottery], which benefited oneself at the expense of others, he wasn't inclined to disclose publicly.
But Hidden Rules like [Difficult Choice] and [Conversion Source], he could disclose.
Especially [Difficult Choice], the information about snowfall volu being proportional to regional population density. He had considered disclosing it imdiately back then, but ultimately didn't because he lacked a safe publishing channel.
As for the [Conversion Source] rule—that eliminating the "Matriarch Converter" could end the conversion of the living dead—if he had had the "Ascendant Ho" platform back then, he could have chosen to sell this information.
Sell this information to those Ascendants with the strength to eliminate the "Matriarch Converter." That way, he would gain substantial profit; the buyer who eliminated the "Matriarch Converter" could get extra rewards; and ending the conversion process early would spare ordinary people from more threats.
A win-win-win situation like that, why not do it?
So now, what should be the first piece of information posted in the intelligence section?
The Hidden Rules for the earlier rules were actually summarized in the official White Paper on the Doomsday Rules. Posting them himself again wouldn't have much reading value.
As for the Hidden Rule for the currently ongoing sixth rule, he wasn't planning to post it yet.
So, what information could he post, that he knew and others didn't...
"Maybe post sothing about the Holy Grail first?"
Guan Tong thought. This was indeed information only he knew.
From beginning to end, the Holy Grail had been in his possession. Other participants didn't know what effects the Holy Grail had or how it was found.
Guan Tong felt that if he posted the key to obtaining the Holy Grail—that line of small text on the statue base, "Feed blood to summon the cup into being"—plus the Holy Grail's effect of "unlimited Mind Power while holding it"... posting these two pieces of information would definitely spark heated discussion.
People might believe it, or they might not, but there should be so discussion and buzz.
"But this is information 'Shadow' knows. If I post it, to so extent, it's like telling people that the Administrator of this 'Ascendant Ho' website is very likely Shadow himself, or soone related to Shadow."
In doing so, while gaining massive traffic, it would certainly attract a lot of prying eyes. Who knows how many individuals or organizations would then try to dig out Shadow himself through the website.
If not for the shelter's network characteristic of being untraceable, Guan Tong definitely wouldn't dare, nor would he consider doing this.
"...Actually, that's fine. Shouldn't Shadow's huge fa be used to 'monetize'?"
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