Chapter 16: Flame ()

The airport of the Military Region Army Aviation Brigade has become the temporary garrison of the Sixty-four mobile units.

Before the helicopter could stop, Lin Xiang had already jumped high from the open hatch door, bent through the huge spiral airflow, and trotted into the tower next to the apron.

Qi Yue is the supreme commander of the mobile force and a special contact person of the military research department. The zombies and various samples captured from Xiao Yangzhuang must be transported to the capital as soon as possible with his consent.

Apart from a few essential operators, there are no extra figures in the huge tower.

"Shortly after you left, Zhangguan Town, southeast of the suburbs, sent a distress signal. The colonel rushed over with the last team. It has been five hours since then." Faced with Lin Xiang's doubts, the officer on duty gave such an answer.

Five hours?

A bad premonition suddenly arose from Lin Xiang's mind.

The distance between Zhangguanzhen is not far. Based on the normal flight speed, the round trip will not take more than an hour. In other words, for a full four hours, the rescue team led by Qi Yue stayed there.

This is not normal.

The Sixty-four mobile troops are elite troops in the army. After protruding from Kunming City, they have undergone special training for the combat methods of mutants. With the cooperation of the Army Aviation Brigade, even if the offense fails, they can escape unscathed. It is never possible to stay in a small town for more than four hours.

"Have the colonel sent back other messages? For example: changing the combat area? Or modifying the rescue plan or something?" Lin Xiang asked with the last glimmer of hope.

The officer on duty shook his head regretfully.

There is no doubt that Qi Yue's team was in danger in Zhangguan Town.

Lin Xiang, with a gray face, said nothing, immediately grabbed the helmet that he had just been removed and rushed out of the tower.

As soon as I stepped into the cabin, a burst of rapid tremor came from the electronic communicator around my waist.

"The West Kowloon Front encountered a large number of mutants. All the troops who received this order immediately went to the designated area for reinforcement. Repeat, one hundred thousand urgent-"

Xijiu District is two completely different directions from Zhangguan Town.

Accepting the order, Qi Yue is likely to die in Zhangguanzhen.

On the contrary, if you refuse to go to the West Ninth District, the entire team will be equivalent to disobeying the battlefield and will be subject to severe sanctions.

what to do?

The soldiers sitting in the cabin were all watching him, waiting for the orders of their captain.

Time waits for no one.

"You go to Xijiu District to reinforce immediately, I will go to Zhangguan Town alone-"

The hazy sky is clearly drizzling. On the undulating plains, there are fields and farms of different colors scattered. The dense and low forests surround the edge of the regular plot. The tips of tall bamboo shoots bent down from the air, like fishing rods fishing by the pond. Houses with flat roofs without slopes are scattered in them. They are divided in an orderly manner by crisscrossing roads, forming connected towns. Looking down from the air, they appear uniform.

The tiny raindrops hit the bulkhead at the front end of the "Nighthawk Ii" and turned into a densely adhered bead-shaped water spot. Through this hazy layer of hiding, the blurred gray building can be vaguely distinguished.

Sitting in the cockpit, Lin Xiang, who was fully focused, held the "u"-shaped control handle tightly and carefully observed the movements on the ground.

All personnel from the Army Aviation Brigade had combat missions, so he could only fly alone to rescue.

The area of ​​Zhangguan Town is very small. The "cross"-shaped avenue paved with cement runs through four directions of the town from the middle. Looking into the air from a vertical angle, houses of different heights are separated. They are darker than the surrounding fields and are easier to identify.

The "Nighthawk Type Ii" landed on the empty threshing ground next to the main road, grabbed the m5g43 full of bullets from the seat next to it, Lin Xiang, who was as deep as water, stepped on the wet mud under his feet, and slowly approached the silent town like a ghost.

A faint blood came from the air. Apart from the "rustling" sound of raindrops falling on the water surface of the ditch, the whole town was so quiet that it made people want to tremble.

No one, even livestock such as chickens and ducks, were found in slightest.

Lin Xiang understood that he had become the target of mutant creatures lurking in the dark.

The huge noise made by the helicopter when landing cannot be hidden from them. Hunters who are used to sneak attacks will launch a fatal blow when they are most alert.

Ordinary mutants are no longer threatening themselves. Lin Xiang has only two problems in his mind.

1. Where is Qi Yue’s team?

2. Why was Zhangguanzhen, located behind the defense line, attacked?

"Clang--"

Suddenly, a crisp metal impact sound came from behind the earth wall on the left.

The sole of the rubber boot suddenly supported the ground, and Lin Xiang's instantly expanded leg muscles burst out with powerful force, pushing his body to sweep towards the side of the wall. As his vision expanded rapidly, a figure covered in blood was also clearly revealed.

That was an infected mutant.

The two thick arms were hanging down weakly, and the strong thighs were bent at a semi-arch angle. The scattered collar and cuffs exposed a large area of ​​festering skin. The blood and fishy body fluids penetrated out soaked all the fabric covering the surface of the body. There were several vague tooth marks on the edge of the torn wound on the left side of the shoulder and neck. Because the wound was too deep, you could even see the white bones that were faintly visible in the rotten black blood.

He staggered, like an old man who was dying, with a heavy breath in his mouth and nose, hunched his back, and slowly dragging forward step by step. His completely turned white eyes seemed to have lost their function. Only by relying on his sense of smell and hearing can he barely judge the direction of his journey.

Looking at this mutated creature that had become unrecognizable, Lin Xiang suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

It was wearing a gray-green military camouflage protective suit. The military identification card on the chest that had not been covered by blood still had black "Sixty-four" and the eye-catching "August 1" symbol on the red star on the chest.

It used to be a soldier of the mobile unit.

Take out a dagger from the waist, quickly approach the other party, insert a thin blade from the bone seam at the back of the neck, and wave it with force. The head, which was already covered with parasitic bacteria and rotting, drifted across a irregular arc in the air, fell heavily between mud and water.

This is the only thing Lin Xiang can do for it.

After opening his lips, he used his strong masseur muscles, bit a few bites of air without actual shape, allowing the teeth and nerves to reach the most active state in anger and movement, Lin Xiang, with a cold face, bent down, took off the military nameplate hanging on the mutant's chest, carefully put it in his pocket, wiped the blood-stained dagger at his feet, and carried the assault rifle dipped into the residential area of ​​the town.

A black corpse lying across the middle of the road. The ragged cloth skirt wrapped around the lower side of the waist shows the deceased's former civilian identity. The thick bullet holes visible on the forehead are the best death certificate.

There are corpses everywhere. They are black all over their bodies. Some of their wrists have turned into slender blades, some of their five fingers have just been put together, and some of them have a slightly longer contrast between the joints of their elbows and upper arms, and their color is only blue-gray, which has not been completely transformed into a terrible charcoal color.

Lin Xiang once saw this situation in Kunming City. It was an evolutionary state that had not yet fully mutated after being infected by a virus. According to his observation, it would take at least six hours for the infected person to mutate into a black monster with tall and thin body, quick movements, and a bone blade in his right arm.

All the corpses had traces of being pierced by bullets on the heads. Obviously, before they became alienated, Qi Yue's team had already cut off the dangerous germs.

But where are the colonel and other team members?

This question is not difficult to find the answer. According to the direction of the body falling down and the traces of the warhead hitting the warhead, Lin Xiang's vision also locked in a two-story courtyard in the northeast.

He did not rush to move, but stood there quietly, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling the breath of wind stroking his body, and smelling the blood that was quite lightly swept by the rain.

Meticulousness, caution and patience are the only norms for survival on the battlefield.

It has been more than half an hour since I entered Zhangguan Town, and anyone can easily see the helicopter landing. Under normal circumstances, the survivors would have shown up and contacted them actively. However, so far, no movement has been found.

The colonel must have had big trouble.

Standing silently, the minute hand of the watch had moved through ten spaces. Lin Xiang, who was as motionless as a sculpture, suddenly raised all his muscles and leaned forward, like the most cunning wolf, suddenly rushed towards the courtyard a hundred meters away.

The strong and explosive muscles instantly increased the speed of running. In just a few seconds, he had crossed several micro cars parked in the middle of the road, and the distance of the entire route was shortened by two-thirds.

The whistling wind roared and roared through his ears. He jumped up and quickly crossed a low wall blocking in front of him. He suddenly cleverly passed his body in mid-air. With a rotation of 180 degrees, he lifted the assault rifle slung over his shoulder to his chest. Driven by the huge inertial impact, he pulled the trigger hard in the direction he was running.

"Da da da da da da--"

The bullet passing by was spinning at high speed on the designated track and attacked directly towards a black shadow that rushed toward the rushing and following. Surprisingly, the shadow had no time to change the direction of its body movement. Just as the warhead was about to come into contact with it, the black shadow's left hand suddenly burst out with a hot red flame, burning the deadly flying object in an instant.

It was a tall and tall man with an eagle-like gaze in his eyes.

Lin Xiang stood up, raised his muzzle and walked slowly to the front, glanced at the lieutenant logo worn on the gray military camouflage on the other party, and the focus of his sight slowly fell on the skeleton silver ring worn on his right hand.

"Are you a member of the Skeleton Knights?"

Borg was very surprised - in this small town in a distant country, a strange Chinese soldier was able to accurately describe his identity.

He followed the other side all the time. From the helicopter landing to the town, he was lurking in the dark and closely watching the young man.

Intuition tells him that this is a powerful and terrible opponent.

Borg did not choose to confront each other head-on, but remained silent and waited for the best time to start. The moment the opponent started running, he also jumped out of his hiding point at the same time, preparing to launch a fatal blow from behind.

The sudden counterattack was completely unexpected. Who would have thought that the prey running at high speed would suddenly turn around and shoot bullets from an incredible angle?

Obviously, he had discovered himself long ago. Everything was just to lure himself into appearance.

"Where is Chris? And Mark, Oliver? They all fell into your hands?" Since the other party mentioned the "Knights of Skeletons", Borg naturally thought of the only possible source of this word.

Investigating a three-person team that lost contact with the headquarters was one of his missions.

Lin Xiang didn't say anything, and his muscles were always ready to explode at any time, staring at the other party with sharp eyes.

When he found the corpse group, he had already noticed a strange aura wandering nearby. Running at high speed was just a bait. Surprisingly, the assault that he thought was absolutely deadly would be burned out by a ball of flames.

Is releasing flames also one of the superpowers that parasites possess?

"You are not my opponent."

Suddenly, a trace of contemptuous mockery appeared on the corner of Borg's mouth: "Although they are all parasites, you are obviously not a biological weapon made in Red China. If you want, I can help you become an elite who masters the world."

The same thing, Chris said.

"You killed everyone here?" Lin Xiang's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"I just implanted viruses on one of them. I have no interest in killing civilians."

Borg's expression seemed relaxed: "As for those soldiers who later came, as you Chinese said, "If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend others." Although I consider myself a gentleman, I am not stupid enough to stand and be targeted as a target, without any resistance."

A faint murderous intent blindfolded Lin Xiang's eyes.

"Don't do stupid things, you're no match for me."

Borg saw through his intention: "I am a two-star parasite, killing you is easy. Judging from the characteristics of organisms, we are all superior creatures that exist higher than humans. Similar species should not kill each other."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiang had already pulled the board machine.

"Hell! Rude Oriental Barbarian-"

He spat hard, and Borg came up angrily. The center of his right hand, which stretched out his five fingers, spewed out a ball of burning fire.

Manipulate the flames, this is his superpower.

That was not an ordinary fire. It instantly exceeded ten thousand degrees of high temperature, and even the armor of the chariot could melt. The warhead that flew through the air disappeared into the terrifying blue-red flame as soon as it came into contact with it.

Lin Xiang's assault rifle has been changed to one-handed shooting. As soon as he approached the opponent's side, he pulled the trigger and shot out all the bullets in the gun chamber. He pulled out the dagger in his left hand and stabbed the target's waist and abdomen.

"court death--"

The furious Borg quickly adjusted the center of gravity of his body, and quickly surrounded his hands in front of his chest with a huge ball of flame, completely blocking all angles that could be attacked.
Chapter completed!