Chapter 215 The Devastation of the Building, Hijacking?

On the top floor of the World Financial Center, Lu Jiaming's expression was grim; the situation around him was rapidly deteriorating.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Creak—"

Door panels were torn by sharp claws, and ghostly wails followed like shadows, making everyone feel uneasy.

"Quick! Repair it! Repair it now!"

Lu Jiaming's voice was nearly hoarse from shouting. His subordinate players were all sweating profusely, desperately pulling materials from their backpacks and hurling them at the doors whose durability was plummeting.

However, they were severely shorthanded.

Although there were many people on this floor, there were even more Wandering Ghost, and they seemed to have locked onto their targets, refusing to stop until the doors were torn to shreds.

The repair speed was nowhere near enough to keep up with the consumption.

"Boss, I feel... I feel a bit dizzy..." a player said, his body swaying before he collapsed headfirst to the ground.

"Plug your ears! Plug your ears!" Lu Jiaming roared. He had stuffed paper balls into his own ears; it was the only solution he could think of.

He had noticed earlier that these ghostly wails had a significant impact on people, capable of inducing a trance-like state.

Yet even so, as time passed, more and more players fell unconscious.

Their faces were deathly pale, their bodies cold, and their breathing grew faint.

Lu Jiaming's heart sank to rock bottom.

On his floor, at least materials were plentiful and the doors were high-level, so they could barely hold on.

But what about the other floors?

He had been trying to contact the players under his command on other floors, but in the private chat channel, without exception, there was no reply.

He knew they were unconscious, yet he still clung to the hope of receiving a response.

Just as Lu Jiaming was becoming restless with anxiety,

Little did he know that the other floors of the Global Financial Center had already completely descended into a living hell.

In the pitch-black corridors, a cold scent of decay permeated the air. One office door after another was being torn open by the Wandering Ghost, leaving behind jagged cracks.

"Ah—"

Screams rang out one after another.

Inside those previously locked offices, many players were already pale-faced and completely unconscious on the floor.

"Gaga..."

The Wandering Ghost let out eerie laughs, their bodies twisting as they floated into the offices.

They floated toward the unconscious people.

They opened their pitch-black mouths and took a deep breath toward the bodies of the unconscious players.

Wisps of shimmering, gas-like substance were sucked out from the players' mouths and noses, flowing into the Wandering Ghost' mouthparts.

"Ugh..."

The bodies of the players being fed upon jerked violently, and immediately after, their health rapidly faded...

Before long, these players stopped breathing altogether, turning into cold corpses.

The Wandering Ghost fed greedily, expressions of satisfaction appearing on their faces.

As if enjoying a feast, they pounced on the unconscious players one by one.

Groups of players were dying one after another; the number of living people in the entire building was plummeting at an alarming speed.

"Boss Lu!"

One of Lu Jiaming's confidants suddenly tugged at his sleeve, his face filled with horror.

Lu Jiaming's expression was grim as he mouthed: "Send a private message!"

The confidant understood immediately and quickly typed out a message.

[Private Chat · Confidant: Boss! I see the number of survivors in the Public Channel is dropping sharply!!!]

These words were like a thunderbolt, striking hard at Lu Jiaming's heart.

Lu Jiaming's heart tightened. He immediately opened the Public Channel, his gaze quickly scanning the number of surviving players at the top of the screen.

It had decreased by five or six thousand people!!

It had only been half an hour since midnight started!!

While he was dazed, the count dropped by another few dozen in the next second.

Cold sweat broke out instantly.

What did this mean?

It meant that in other areas he couldn't see, a slaughter even more terrifying than the one here was taking place!

His heart sank abruptly.

The numbers were still falling!

Moreover, the speed of the decline showed no sign of slowing down!

"Boss Lu, what... what do we do?" the confidant's voice carried a sob, and the surrounding players began to panic as well.

Lu Jiaming didn't answer.

He stared at the fluctuating numbers on the screen, his mind a mess.

He recalled Su Ze's nonchalant words in the communication: "Wait until you can't hold on anymore to beg me; the price I'll set then won't be the same as it is now."

"Quick! Contact Su Ze immediately!!"

His expression changed drastically, and he contacted Su Ze at once.

[Private Chat · Lu Jiaming: Su Ze! What exactly do you want?! My people are about to break! I agree to your conditions! Come and support me now!]

After sending the message, Lu Jiaming waited anxiously for Su Ze's reply.

However, one second, two seconds, ten seconds...

Su Ze still hadn't replied.

Lu Jiaming's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand; the sense of despair almost suffocated him.

Su Ze... why wasn't he replying?

Had he not seen it? Or was he intentionally ignoring it?

Lu Jiaming stared intently at the screen, the veins on his forehead bulging.

He felt like a clown; he had previously claimed Su Ze was going too far, yet now he had to beg him submissively.

Just as Lu Jiaming fell into unprecedented despair, a private message suddenly popped up.

[Private Chat · Ye Qingqing: Lu Jiaming, if you can't hold on anymore, transfer the Research Center to me. I can give you and the others a chance to live!]

It was the leader of another major force, a cautious and cunning woman who had yet to show her face.

He suddenly remembered her special building—the Explosion-Proof Trench!

That's it!

According to the rules, even doors could withstand things like Supernatural Entities, so this special building could very likely do the same!!

[Private Chat · Ye Qingqing: Lu Jiaming, I believe you've guessed my method. This is costing me my last trump card. Whether you want to live or die holding onto that Research Center, you know very well which is more important.]