Section 61 Attract

"Who else needs to take a bus?"

Throwing away the warm corpse, Osvid took out a clean handkerchief, slowly wiped the blood on his hands, and glanced at the mercenaries standing opposite him in cold eyes.

Mercenaries and Skeleton Knights formed two completely opposite groups. The former far exceeded the latter, but the latter quickly dispersed into a complete encirclement. Three armored vehicles were divided into two directions, sandwiching all the mercenaries in the middle. The twelve-7mm machine gun mounted on the roof of the car was slightly tilted forward, and the black and cold barrel locked everyone in the field. With just one command, the roaring bullet would have the pleasure of destroying everything, easily tearing the target's fragile body.

People looked at each other, and the mercenaries looked at Osvid with fear, anger, hatred, and unyielding personality that prompted them to remove the weapons they were carrying, pull out the guns, and gathered them to form a thick round array with muzzle outwards. However, everyone's eyes were actively or subconsciously looking at Osvid standing next to the armored vehicle from different angles.

The evolutionary aura emanated from him was too strong. Along the way, the mercenaries were guessing what level of Osvid's evolution was? Although everyone classified him as above level nine evolution, no one could guess the real answer. For the mercenaries, level nine, this is the most terrifying conclusion they can think of. As for the parasites... they may talk about it when bragging and chatting, but they have never heard of it.

No one speaks, no one leaves. The air almost solidifies in this hostile and hatred environment, and its desire is almost suffocating.

After a while, a tall, bearded veteran pushed away the crowd in front of him, and walked towards the cold-faced Osvid, who was three meters away from the armored vehicle.

"Listen to me, we have to have a good talk." The veteran's voice was very dry, with obvious tremolo. It can be seen that he really took a lot of courage to say these words: "We are just mercenaries who use money to do things. Mr. Glifiz paid to hire us. According to the agreement we signed with the Sosbia Company, this mission is only to assist you in obtaining enough samples, and not to be driven at will by you like animals, and you cannot be killed by you... "

"Hao—"

The violent gunfire sounded, and a huge blood flower suddenly bloomed on the veteran's face, and his entire head was blown away.

Osvid, with a gloomy face, slowly lowered his arm. The silver "Desert Eagle" in his hand was obviously a treasure left over from the old era. The thick nine-mm muzzle and smoke came out. He fired the gun at an incredible speed, but his movement of retracting the gun was extremely slow. His eyes emitted a cruel and bloodthirsty gaze, which made the mercenaries unable to help but want to tremble.

"Is anyone else necessary to take a bus?" His voice was cold, as if nothing had happened.

No one answered. The mercenary, whose anger and fear were intertwined in his heart, finally chose to move forward.

Lin Xiang walked among the crowd, and he kept pressing the brim of his hat very low, not attracting anyone's attention.

Two bodies that lost their heads were thrown casually next to the highway, and they would soon dissipate the last trace of heat and turn into two pieces of hard ice.

At dusk, the convoy finally approached the Ruins of No. 96.

Against the background of the slightly reddish and darker sky, the broken building of Linci Bi stood silently, showing a dead silence that turned against the light and was always immersed in the darkness. Only framed buildings and collapsed houses were left surrounded by each other, and the accumulated water gathered in the dark corners released a faint green light with a strong radiant atmosphere. Occasionally, you can see the remains of human scattered between gravel and steel bars, and the phosphorus attached to the surface was quietly lit up, and with the dismal shimmer, they tried hard to illuminate the small area they could cover.

This is a huge and majestic city and a symbol of the complete destruction of human civilization.

“Along the main road and enter the periphery of the city.”

"Three people form a fire support point."

"Open the infrared search device and keep the machine gun on alert-"

Osvid issued tedious instructions in an orderly manner. Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, Lin Xiang, who was keen to hear, still noticed the excitement and hesitation strongly suppressed by the skeleton knight from a few less noticeable tremoloes.

Or it should be said that it was enough to make his blood boil.

Lin Xiang looked quietly at Osvid who had already walked off the armored vehicle. He didn't understand why the other party performed such a thing? What exactly did he want to get from this ancient and huge ruin?

The Skeleton Knights destroyed the old era. They were well prepared for this, and led the powerful technology and material foundation that the new generation of humans could not imagine, and led the radiation-filled new world like gods.

No matter what they want, they should have already obtained it. Nearly a century has passed, and hundreds of years has passed, enough for them to find anything they want. But Osvid, the skeleton major, is still so nervous about the robbed blood samples? He even spent a lot of manpower to return to the ruins again and collect new samples again?

He was doing the same thing as all the parasites he encountered in the old days.

Can this be understood as--though time has passed by nearly a hundred years, the Knights of the Skeletons have not found what they want?

It's puzzling, but it's the only logical answer.

Perhaps in a hurry to complete the task, Osvid did not agree to the mercenaries' request to camp and rest on the spot. He issued all kinds of military high-temperature foods and syringe extractors loaded in the armored vehicles, ordered everyone to solve the dinner within half an hour, and then searched the periphery of the ruins.

Most of the mutant creatures that survived the nuclear explosion have an instinctive resistance to the strong light and heat. This biological feature will be inherited from the next generation or new infected bodies with DNA. They are afraid of day and sunlight like legendary vampires. In order to avoid the fatal damage of ultraviolet rays, they can only hide in the deep underground and backlight corners. Only when the sun is driven from the sky and the earth returns to darkness and coldness will they carefully crawl out from the hiding place, and use their extremely developed noses and eyes that are not affected by the darkness to greedily find prey that can fill the hungry intestines.

Osvid's intention is very obvious - whether it is ruins or wilderness, the chance of mutated creatures appearing in the night is much greater than during the day. The possibility of unknown species appearing is also greater than usual. In his opinion, the mercenaries sent by Glifiz are the best bait. If he had not been concerned about the strict orders of the Knights to prohibit the large-scale requisition of armed personnel from affiliated territories, he would even drive all the residents of Emma to kill, so that all the mutated creatures lurking in the ruins can be lured out, and while the monsters that have changed from humans are enjoying their own taste, they will carefully select the targets they need.

The monsters in the ruins have strong aggression. Not only mercenaries, but perhaps all the skeleton knights under their command will die here. But in Osvid's view, this is actually the price that must be paid to obtain samples, and no matter how many people die, it will be fine.

What's more, he is a powerful four-star parasite - others will die, but he won't.

The black and stern ruins are like a monster that opens its bloody mouth, waiting for the prey to come in.

The three armored vehicles formed an inverted triangle and slowly moved forward on the road more than ten meters wide. The heavy machine guns on the roofs of the two vehicles in front had removed the dust cover and protected the machine gunners on their backs with circular hatches. They watched the movements around them vigilantly. The headlights installed in front of the vehicle were open, shooting out four white light columns more than ten meters long, illuminating the entire street with a black afterimage tilting backwards. As the convoy slowly drove by, the rapidly retracting shadow disappeared behind the building again, silent in the endless darkness.

The mercenaries did not divide into independent combat groups like they did in normal combat. They surrounded each other, slowed down their pace and followed the armored vehicles, and watched the strange surroundings nervously. Any movement or strange sounds from the depths of the ruins would arouse their instinctive alertness.

Ruins fighting is different from the wild, and terrifying mutant creatures are not comparable to mobs holding simple weapons. Apart from the sun, they have almost no weaknesses. It is not that bullets do not work for these guys, but that they do not fear like humans. Even dead companions will be divided on the spot and eaten all.

The only way to deal with them is to concentrate fire as much as possible.

Osvid did not interfere with the mercenary's actions. He strode beside the armored vehicle, his flushed face as excited as taking excessive drugs, and occasionally he would clench his fists and wave forward hard. The white teeth that appeared from his grinning lips were filled with unusual fanaticism and impulse before the hungry lion hunted.

Lin Xiang held a huge g180s in his slanted position, and the shotgun inserted in his backpack was already full of bullets. He walked on the abandoned sidewalk not far from the vehicle with an elegant pace. While his eyes were catching the abnormal movements in the corner, he was also quickly looking at each building retreating from his side, looking for all the cover and obstacles available for utilization.

His brain is like a powerful computer, silently recording the overall appearance of the ruins and all the roads along the way. Even the collapsed buildings and broken roofs, he would quickly calculate in his mind whether it could be used as a possibility of passage or concealment. The cracks on the ground, the wreckage of cars straddled on the streets, and the unrecognizable overturning buses are traps and shortcuts to retreat.

The key to survival is not how powerful you are than your opponent. Using the environment rationally can also achieve unexpected results.

This requires incomparable calmness and patience, as well as fearless calmness and meticulous caution. These are valuable experiences he has gained from countless deaths and battles.

When the street approached, the convoy stopped.

This is an intersection formed by the intersection of two wide streets. With the help of the light emitted from the armored vehicles, it can be barely separated, extending from the roadside poles, an oval three-color signal light frame covered with rust and dust. The wreckage of a sedan with the Mercedes-Benz logo is closely linked to the tilted traffic booth at the intersection. The distorted front and twisted body seem to be the real reason for this tragedy.

From the end of the dark road opposite, a low growl came as if a beast was injured and gasping. It sounded carefully, and it seemed like the tearing sound of airflow passing through the narrow passage, or the heavy breathing in the throat when an asthma patient attacked.

"alert--"

The mercenaries instinctively stood up and relied on armored vehicles or concrete fragments remaining on the ground to form a defense. The skeleton warrior put an infrared night vision device hanging on his chest above his head. The sniper holding a spear flexibly jumped into the low wall on the roadside, climbed up the nearby commanding heights along the stairs or electric poles, aimed the cold muzzle at the intersection, and his eyes were placed in front of the high-power standard mirror, looking at the target that was about to appear in front of the cross mirror in fear and expectation.

Everyone was scanning the dark intersection.

The whistling night wind was still constantly coming with more and more dense sounds. From far to near, it became louder, from vague to clear and audible. It was also obviously mixed with the impact of heavy steps on the road, as well as the harsh sound of the upper and lower teeth biting and rubbing.

A few minutes later, a shaking figure appeared in the distant halo under the headlights.

His body is very tall and too thin, and he can clearly see rows of ribs raised high from under the skin, his shrinking belly is tightly attached to the pelvis, and his two extremely thick legs and feet, almost without any muscles, support the body. The arms extending from the shoulders are very long and drooping to a position beyond the knee. As for the head, the mummy that has been atrophed like an antiseptic treatment is only one-third the size of a normal human being. The deep-sinked eye sockets are almost invisible to the existence of the eyeballs. The disproportionate nostrils are shaking desperately, and the sensitive sense of smell is enough to replace the degenerate eyes.

The reason why he is called "he" is because at the highest point in the center of the legs, a cylindrical object that is thick and sausage-like.

"Specimen No. 128, a thin zombie, is slow to move and has almost no threat. Such a sample is not worth a lot."

A middle-aged mercenary sighed and his nervous expression eased a lot.

Just as he finished saying this, countless thin zombies surged out from the intersection where the headlights could reach. They surrounded each other, took slow steps, opened their dirty and smelly mouths whose teeth were almost about to fall out, and a fearful "jojo" sound came from his throat, and he staggered towards the source point of the light.

"Swoosh--"

The armored vehicles arranged at the end of the triangle queue fired first. The thick 105mm cannon was raised to the maximum elevation angle, and the thick shells whizzed past people's heads and exploded in the depths of the dark streets that could not be seen through by the naked eye. The bright red firelight shook and burned under the night sky, and the strong explosion shocked the ground. Various sounds of unknown significance suddenly sounded from all directions. It seemed that this was a signal, awakening all the demons who were trapped in the sleep.

"Free shooting, don't let these stinky guys get close to-"

Osvid held his hands and looked deep into the ruins with a grim smile. The shiny high-waisted leather boots on his feet were lit rhythmically, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

"You...you...do you want everyone to die here with you?"

The middle-aged mercenary looked at him in disbelief, and his anger that wanted to burst out but was obviously suppressed, which made his whole face turn bloody: "Fire beyond the visual range, what do you want to do? Are you going to attract all the monsters in the ruins?"

"I need samples-"

Osvid was in a good mood and did not kill the mercenaries. He jumped onto the armored vehicle, grabbed the heavy machine gun on the roof, and laughed wildly and pulled the trigger hard.

"Da da da da da da--"

The dull gunshot sounded like a storm, dense bullets flew out at an astonishing high speed, and sharp bullets roared into the fragile body of the living zombies, firing out terrible wounds the size of wine cups. The thick machine gun spit out a fire of one meter long, pouring out the bullet rain at a speed of thousands of rounds per minute. The violent firepower quickly reduced the number of corpses. In an instant, within the range of the headlights, there was only a pile of tattered minced meat, as well as dark yellow pus and sauce-colored blood slowly flowing out from the body that was constantly twitching.

Lin Xiang did not shoot.

He kept looking at Osvid with a cold look as cold as a blade.

Compared with the old days, these living zombies have undergone a huge change in appearance. The head no longer seems to be the only weakness, and slow movements cannot pose a threat to heavy weapons. Instead of wasting bullets in vain, it is better to wait and see.

The deepest part of the intersection is covered by darkness, there is still a fearful atmosphere.

A brief battle killed hundreds of zombies, and the howling night wind quickly spread the smoke and blood of the nose to all corners of the ruins. A large drop of cold sweat slid down from people's foreheads. They opened their eyes wide, raised their ears, and held their weapons tightly with sweaty palms, waiting for the next wave of danger to come.

Several black shadows passed by the intersection in the distance. Although they did not see clearly what it was, they caused unnecessary commotion and a few angry curses among the highly nervous crowd.

Lin Xiang raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and his sharp eyes passed through the scope hole, vigilantly searching for the corners that might be hidden.

Those were a few very light shadows. Their movements were extremely fast, and the whistling air flow caused by high-speed movement sounded in Lin Xiang's sensitive ears, so clear that there was no noise.

Their movement is irregular, from the roof to the ground, the fast and sensitive mongoose. They change their direction of travel from time to time, making it difficult to capture traces. The most terrifying thing is that they seem to crawl against the wall, with vertical angles and weirdness.
Chapter completed!