Chapter 566 - 280 Black Room_2
Lin Wu reflected on the battle, giving himself a thumbs up for finally pulling out an incendiary grenade, but upon reviewing his performance, Lin Wu was not entirely satisfied. His use of the Continuous Silencer caused the crosshairs to bounce wildly with consecutive shots, and he should have slowed down the pace.
Another oversight was running out of bullets, he should have refilled the ammunition of his three guns when he didn’t need to shoot. Had his Forest Wolf been loaded, Nightmare wouldn’t have died, and he might have had a chance to withdraw from the battlefield. On second thought, from a standard combat perspective, Nightmare proved to be a trustworthy comrade, and he should treat her better next time.
Why didn’t Lin Wu suspect that Maya had also perished? It was because Maya had given the strict order not to risk anyone’s life to save others. Given his own dire situation at the time, Lin Wu knew that she would definitely decide to abandon him. And he didn’t let everyone down, he delayed the pursuers with an incendiary grenade, buying time for them to board the armored vehicle.
Additionally, Stone’s armored vehicle drift was indeed quite cool. However, after this ordeal, the durability of the armored vehicle must have dropped significantly, and it’s something they really can’t afford to repair, as a single repair kit only adds 2% durability.
In his mind, Lin Wu simulated a defense battle at Doomsday Fortress and discovered that, with equal ammunition, Doomsday Fortress could easily fend off zombies. They could even set up positions outside the south gate and utilize crossfire to defend the seawall road, preventing the zombies from entering the Doomsday Fortress.
Cursed Titan! No, it wasn’t all its fault. They should have used a fixed rack instead of a rope rack, and as long as he didn’t shake it, the Titan wouldn’t have had the chance to approach their position. Such a pity. The more Lin Wu thought about it, the more he felt they had a chance to defend the Sawmill. An even greater loss was the waste of two artillery strikes. He should have triggered Wind Stinger to command artillery fire while simultaneously setting off smoke grenades. That would have been a glorious death, not being pushed to the ground by a horde of zombies.
From disbelief and anger to tactical recollection, Lin Wu underwent a process of mental fortification. Looking up at the dark room, scanning left and right, the more he thought, the more annoyed he became, so he began again with anger, going through another mental fortification cycle. Done, without even a drink, he felt wronged and started over. Looking at the time, only an hour had passed, so he began another round. The difference this time was that Lin Wu was too lazy to be angry; he skipped that step and let his mind freely wander.
Damn it! Why the dark room? The question circled back, but this time Lin Wu held no emotion, instead, he pondered the question earnestly. Theoretically and in practice, Dawn couldn’t cheat, so the dark room must be correct. Why was it correct? Didn’t it contradict Dawn’s principle that the longer one survives, the higher the score? There was a contradiction in Dawn, but Dawn couldn’t have contradictions, so the problem must lie in some detail.
Detail? What detail? Lin Wu began to recall his interactions with Dawn, attempting to find any clue. Did Lin Wu love to think? Of course not, but what else was there to do here? During his contemplations, Lin Wu realized that even the worst treatment couldn’t be the dark room; the dark room was zero, the absolute lowest of the low.
No, a dark room with no cushions and no light at all is zero.
He felt he was on the verge of a breakthrough but couldn’t penetrate the key information. So, he stopped thinking about it. Just let it be, he thought, he should be nicer to Stone in the future. Getting a job as a small security guard on Earth wouldn’t be too bad.