35: Anti-smog masks from the future

Before Chen Xi's eyes, a blue light curtain that only he could see popped up frantically.

It was the system mall.

His "emotion points," which had skyrocketed to astronomical figures due to the respect and emotion of the audience across the entire network, were scrolling frantically at the top of the light curtain like an out-of-control counter.

But Chen Xi didn't even spare it a glance.

His eyes were bloodshot as his fingers swiped frantically across the virtual screen, searching for any item that could possibly save this living hell.

【Portable Battlefield Surgical Table】: Exchange cost: 8 million emotion points.

Too slow!

【Gene Repair Fluid (Broad-spectrum Type)】: Exchange cost: 12 million emotion points.

Too expensive!

What he needed was something that could immediately cover the entire warehouse and let all the brothers survive right now!

“Cough... cough cough...”

Beside him, Shangguan Zhibiao knelt on the ground, every mouthful of saliva he coughed up containing bright red streaks of blood.

Further away, one Soldier after another gradually stopped breathing amidst painful convulsions.

At this moment, time was more precious than gold.

Chen Xi's gaze finally locked onto an inconspicuous grey icon in a corner of the product list.

The icon was shaped like a finely crafted mask.

【Individual Biochemical Filtration System (Trial Version * 100)】

【Quality: Epic】

【Description: Don't be fooled by its plain name. Built-in micro-oxygen circulation module and neurotoxin filtration chip, effectively isolating all known chemical warfare agents including mustard gas, chlorine gas, and sarin. It is a must-have for home travel and... ahem, it is your life support in extreme environments.】

【Exchange cost: 3 million emotion points.】

This is it!

Chen Xi did not hesitate in the slightest.

“Exchange!”

Three million emotion points were instantly cleared.

The next second, a huge black metal box shimmering with a faint blue light appeared out of thin air on the open ground in front of him.

The box opened automatically.

Inside, over a hundred strangely shaped "masks" were neatly stacked.

They were matte black all over, with an ergonomic, streamlined design full of futuristic feel. On both sides of the mask, there was a circular breathing valve emitting a ghostly blue light.

These weren't masks at all.

These were sci-fi creations from the future!

“Everyone... cough cough... who can still move!”

Chen Xi grabbed a dozen masks and roared with all his strength.

“Put these on! Quick!”

He rushed to Xie Jinyuan and Shangguan Zhibiao, who were still coughing violently, and stuffed two masks into their hands.

“Cover your nose and mouth! Press down as hard as you can!”

He himself quickly took one out and pressed it firmly onto his face.

“Click.”

A soft sound rang out.

The flexible material at the edge of the mask instantly conformed to his face, forming a perfect airtight seal.

The blue lights on the breathing valves on both sides flashed.

“Hiss—”

A stream of cool, pure air with a faint metallic scent was instantly injected into his lungs.

The searing, burning pain was instantly smoothed over.

The feeling of choking and suffocation disappeared.

At this moment, the entire world became clear again.

Xie Jinyuan and Shangguan Zhibiao looked at the "monsters" in their hands. Although they didn't understand what they were, out of absolute trust in Chen Xi, they followed his lead and put the masks on their faces.

The same miracle happened to them.

“I'm... I'm alive...”

Shangguan Zhibiao knelt on the ground, greedily taking large gulps of the fresh air coming from the mask. He felt like a drowning man who had just been fished out of the water; the sharp pain in his lungs was rapidly receding.

“Quick! Distribute them!”

Xie Jinyuan was the first to react. He grabbed a handful of masks and rushed toward the Soldiers still struggling on the ground, pressing these life-saving "magical items" onto their faces one by one.

“Put them on! Every last one of you, put them on!”

Shangguan Zhibiao, with bloodshot eyes, also joined the distribution efforts.

A young Soldier had already fallen into a semi-coma, his body twitching unconsciously on the ground.

Shangguan Zhibiao rushed over and roughly pressed a mask firmly over his nose and mouth.

“Wake the hell up for me! Do you hear me?!”

The miracle happened again.

The Soldier's twitching gradually smoothed out.

His chest began to have weak but regular rises and falls... In the livestream room.

The bullet screen, which had been overwhelmed by despair and curses, fell into a brief pause when Chen Xi pulled out that black metal box.

【What's that? An air-drop crate?】

【Another new item? What is it this time? Insecticide?】

When those sci-fi-looking masks were distributed and those dying Soldiers began to breathe again one by one...

The entire livestream room completely exploded.

【Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!】

【They're alive! They've come back to life! I'm not fucking dreaming, am I?!】

【What the hell are these masks? Gas masks? Future versions? This design is way too cool!】

【Three million emotion points! I saw Master Xi's points get cleared! These masks cost thirty thousand each? Master Xi is so badass!】

【How the hell is this an anti-smog mask? This is a mobile ICU ward!】

【Waaaah... they survived... that's great...】

The desperate cries turned into the wild joy of surviving a disaster.

The sea of bullet screen comments was filled with amazement at Master Xi's "money power" and relief that the Soldiers had survived... Inside the warehouse.

Dozens of Soldiers in the core area were pulled back from the brink of death after putting on the masks.

They slumped on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the sci-fi masks on each other's faces emitting ghostly blue light, and then at Chen Xi, who stood by the box like a god.

In their eyes, only the most primitive and fanatical worship remained.

“An immortal... he's really an immortal...”

One Soldier took off his mask, wanting to say something, but as soon as he inhaled a breath of the yellow-green air, he began to cough violently again and hurriedly put the mask back on.

The crisis was temporarily averted.

But Chen Xi's expression remained cold.

He looked at the Soldiers who had been saved, then glanced further away at the dozens of other cold corpses that had completely lost all signs of life because they hadn't been able to put on masks in time.

His fists clenched tightly.

He had saved some.

But he hadn't saved them all.

He raised his head, looking through the bullet holes in the wall toward the direction of the Japanese Army's positions.

In those eyes that always carried a hint of cynicism, only one emotion remained now.

Killing intent.

Cold, tangible, and relentless killing intent.