The buildings around Sheheba were deserted.
Coupled with the dark clouds covering the moon and the cold nights with a huge temperature difference from the daytime, this area seemed even more dead.
"Boom~!" The roar of the engine resounded on the main road in the west.
Viewed from above, a convoy of U.S. military Humvees and heavy-duty military trucks is driving toward the east at a constant speed.
The street lights on the street have long since been turned off due to damage from the war. Currently, only the car lights of this convoy seem to be the only remaining light source on this street.
Soon, the convoy stopped a hundred meters away from the thick fog.
"Clang!" The car door opened and closed.
"Tap!" The passengers got off the bus one by one.
Just watch the living dead and D-class personnel equipped with equipment no less than that of hell paratroopers leave the car.
54 from the Brood and 10 from Hell Paratroopers, a total of 64 living dead. The moment they got off the car, they immediately grasped the M41A and various firearms in their hands and spread out to find the best position to monitor the surrounding situation.
The number of D-class personnel, numbering exactly one hundred, seemed a bit disorganized. After all, they had different professions before being imprisoned. Most of them could only fight with their ruthlessness and their willingness to sacrifice for their families.
People like D-1999, who are veterans, can simply cooperate with the living dead.
At this time.
28 T-103 Tyrants strode away from the heavy military trucks, making a dull sound of "Boom! Boom!" when they stepped on the ground.
The last person to leave the vehicle was a cloned cat-face wearing thick titanium alloy armor, a uniquely shaped mask, and possessing wrist knives, boomerangs, and shrinking war spears.
As drivers, the U.S. infantrymen unloaded the improvised task force and immediately turned around and returned without wanting to stay any longer.
The convoy left, and the absence of engine noise restored tranquility to the area.
There is an indescribable feeling of loneliness.
Next, the 28 tyrants who acted according to the written procedures and orders walked at the front of the team and acted as a human wall.
The 64 living dead were divided into two groups to take charge of the two wings, with four combat groups moving forward, while a hundred D-class personnel were spread out and moved in the center of the formation.
The cloned cat face retains the iron-blooded habits and chooses to jump and wander on the top floor of the building.
The distance of a hundred meters is reached in an instant.
The Tyrant, the Living Dead, and Cat Face walked into the mist without fear.
The D-class personnel looked at the strange fog and hesitated for a moment, but when the faces of their families came to mind, they still entered resolutely one after another.
Entering the wet and cold foggy area, the visibility dropped sharply to about 20 meters, making it impossible for the entire team to see each other from the beginning to the end.
All electronic equipment failed again. Even the digital display of the M41A, and even the various aiming and lighting accessories attached could not be used normally.
However, the light source in the dense fog area is different from the outside world. Although the visibility has been maintained at about 20 meters, the brightness here is much stronger than the outside world.
Even so, the D-class personnel turned on the old-fashioned kerosene lamps they had prepared in advance and hung them on the tyrant who was walking at the front.
The kerosene lamp on the Tyrant's body could be seen in the thick fog, which gave the D-class personnel in the middle and rear positions of the team some peace of mind.
Moderate weight and compact structure.
A very nice gun.
D-1999, who was walking at the end of the team, was watching the team behind him and couldn't help but comment on the M41A in his hand.
Umbrella currently has sufficient supply of M41A, and the Brood Research Team has also developed many derivative versions of pulse firearms, such as the Um-8 pistol, or pulse machine guns, etc.
D-1999 chose the M41A that was readily available.
Walking on the right side of the street, he glanced at the living dead not far away who were guarding the front with him, then looked at the thick fog ahead, and couldn't help but shake his head solemnly.
If you hike ten kilometers in this situation, you will easily encounter an ambush by those black monsters.
And according to the report of the guy named Price, the number of black monsters here is at least over 10,000.
Thinking of this, D-1999 tightened his grip on the M41A in his hand, focusing on observing the top of the low buildings and the alleys between the low buildings.
"dad!"
? ? ! !
Suddenly, he seemed to hear his little daughter's cry for help.
"Dad! Why haven't you been at home! Why! If you had been at home! Mom and sister wouldn't have... wouldn't have!" The little daughter's roar became clearer and clearer.
"Hey, man, you're okay... I said! Don't point the gun at your own people, please!"
A D-class personnel noticed that something was wrong with D-1999. As soon as he stepped forward and wanted to ask, D-1999, who was in a high state of nervousness, pointed his gun at his head.
"Huh..." D-1999 took a deep breath and continued to warn the surrounding people in a low voice:
"I'm fine. Also, in this case, don't approach from behind without saying a word."
"Okay, I'll pay attention. After all, I was just a gangster before. I can't compare with someone from the military like you, buddy." The D-class personnel numbered D-1247 said with a chuckle.
"..." D-1999 did not reply.
"I don't know if you heard the strange noise, but I heard my brat yelling." D-1247, who was following D-1999, said again.
"..."
"Tsk, I killed all those guys who wanted his life, and that brat still dares to complain to me, Mad! What about you, man, do you have a kid?" D-1247 babbled.
"..." D-1999 was silent for a moment, and then replied: "I have two daughters."
"Haha, my daughter is great, much better than my son." D-1247 said with a smile.
"Enemy found!" shouted suddenly from the front.
"Tat-tat-tat!!" and the crisp gunshot sound unique to pulse firearms.
In an instant, flames burst out.
"3 o'clock!"
D-1999 also saw a giant black spider monster on the low building on the right side. While shouting a warning, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Several living dead discovered the black spider monster before D-1999, and immediately raised their guns and shot it.
"Ta-ta-ta!!" The pulse gun opened fire.
"Boom! Boom!" The spider black monster suffered a dense low-intensity explosion.
"Roar!" The black spider monster roared in pain and dodged the attack.
However, the pair of eyes emitting a strange red light were staring closely at the living dead who could cause serious harm to it, and its mouth split open, revealing an extremely terrifying smile.
The living dead don't know what fear is, they only know how to pull the trigger until the black spider monster is completely killed.
Even if they are mentally prepared, most D-class personnel can't help but feel frightened after looking directly at the black monster.
But there are always a few exceptions...
"Hahaha! Die! Die!" D-class personnel like D-1247, who are not afraid of anything, are very good at killing black monsters who act like magic.
But at this moment, the ordinary black monster who had been hiding in the dark for a long time suddenly launched a surprise attack.
Their goal is clear, and that is to eliminate the living dead at all costs.
They rushed toward the living dead protecting the right side of D-class personnel such as D-1999 and D-1247.
If you look down from above with the fog removed, it seems like there are endless black monsters extending their tentacles, completely surrounding this team composed of humans, W. and clones.
