Austin is also a frequent visitor to the sanatorium. After the war started, he basically went to the Army sanatorium every two days. Sometimes he went to see his comrades in arms, and sometimes he was sent in by his comrades.
For him, the sanatorium is pure relaxation and ultimate happiness. He can pull himself away from the fatigue of life and death on the front line, spend a happy time without thinking about anything, and if he is lucky, he can meet a few big shots or beautiful nurses. .
Logically speaking, it should be the same this time, but when Austin came out of the hospital door, his danger perception was triggered instantly.
"What does this mean?" Austin frowned and looked at the gray-white armored carriage at the door.
He had also seen this vehicle in the Army, but the color was slightly different. Those black armored carriages often plied the road from the Military Police to the Military Court. It was definitely not good to get in such a vehicle in the Army.
"Is this the bus to go to the nursing home?" Austin was a little disbelieving and looked at the guard beside him.
The soldier stepped forward, opened the car door, and said coldly: "Yes, the car is correct, please, Major Austin."
Austin was a little annoyed and subconsciously looked back at the door, just in time to catch Ryan's eyes as he was going out.
"Mr. Wilson, what does this car mean? Is this an order from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"No." Ryan took off his hat and bowed slightly, turning his head to glance at the carriage behind Austin, "You misunderstood, Major Austin, this is the carriage going to the sanatorium. There may be some differences between the navy and the army, but it is completely out of Reasonable work needs, hope you understand."
Austin nodded, accepting this statement, turned around and boarded the carriage.
"Have a safe journey, Major Austin." Ryan smiled and waved.
"You too, Mr. Wilson."
The car door closed, the magical crystal in the car lit up with a faint light, and oppressive darkness surrounded Austin. The cabin is completely sealed, with nothing except two rows of seats facing each other and a small observation window directly in front.
The observation window was tightly blocked, and Austin had no idea where he was going.
The sense of danger did not dissipate, and Austin sat back in the corner, relaxing on the surface, but actually tensing his body.
Tuk Tuk - The person in front knocked on the observation window, and then the small window opened and a small suitcase was handed over from the front.
It was also dark in front, and Austin could only see two blurry shadows.
He took the suitcase suspiciously and opened it. Inside was a revolver and six magic bullets.
"Is this my pistol?" Austin asked, "If so, what about the other things? Can you give them back to me too?"
The Black Sea Anemone Touch is still in their hands. Although this thing has slightly greater side effects, it is still their own artifact after all, and they cannot just confiscate it in such a muddle.
The driver in front closed the small window with a snap, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Just when he couldn't figure it out, there was a sudden pain deep in his head. He subconsciously hugged the box and huddled in the corner. The next moment, the car suddenly turned over.
After rolling several times, the steel door was broken open by an external force, and a pair of flashing red eyes appeared at the door.
A feeling of chill arose in his mind, and Austin raised his body without hesitation, kicked the unknown creature in the face, and at the same time grasped the edges of the door with both hands and jumped out of the car.
The carriage overturned in a narrow alley, and the carriage was slightly deformed. Two carriage drivers in black were lying not far away, and three unknown creatures were tearing and gnawing at their bodies.
Austin didn't have much time to react. The unknown creature that had been kicked away paused and then flew towards it. Only then did Austin see what it looked like.
This guy is about the same size as an average human, but his hands are slender, like two rotten branches, with some indescribable nodules and growths growing on them like branches. Wearing a robe made of linen, its red-glowing eyes were hidden behind a deformed black iron helmet, and its face could not be seen clearly.
"What the hell? It's so ugly." Austin muttered to himself as he opened the suitcase and took out the pistol inside.
Loading and loading the gun smoothly, then lightly pressing the chin of the monster that was coming towards him, and pulling the trigger.
The brain flowers and plasma are stretched out with the instantaneous glow of the magic bullet and then sprinkled on the background of the dusk sky.
"What the hell? What are you doing?" Austin frowned and took a step back, avoiding the smashed monster corpse, and muttered again.
The gunshots alerted several monsters next to the coachman's body. Their red eyes turned a few times in the darkness, and they let out several low roars and rushed towards Austin one after another.
Austin picked up a piece of steel bar from the wall, held it with both hands and rushed forward. It seemed that he was frightened by this bravery. The monster in the lead was delayed for a moment. Austin seized the opportunity, aimed at the head, rounded the iron bar and hit it. .
There was only a muffled sound, and the monster slid to the side tremblingly. The monster that rushed up from behind jumped up high, as if it was about to be crushed by a mountain from high above.
Austin turned slightly to the side, slid forward to avoid the attack, sneered and pulled the trigger. The monster hiding in the dark corner ahead and preparing for a sneak attack fell to the ground.
The monster that jumped into the air was a little angry. After turning around, it first let out a low roar, and then rushed towards it as if it had lost its mind.
"So, who are you? Can you understand me? Can you speak?"
More red light emerged from the deep alley, and several black shadows wandered in the darkness.
"You disgusting monsters actually exist in Fleming's Port. Those soldiers and police are really useless." Austin sneered, waved the iron bar in his hand a few times, and walked deeper into the alley, "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I have nothing to do at the moment, so it’s okay to experience the joy of helping others once in a while.”
Those black figures seemed to be irritated, and low roars came from all corners. Some stood or crawled, and more than ten monsters appeared in Austin's field of vision. After a moment of pause, they rushed towards him together.
Austin simply put away the gun, tightened the iron bars with both hands, and rushed forward against the gusts of cold wind.
He lowered his head to avoid a claw attack, swung the iron bar against the black shadow's body, and pressed the monster in mid-air to the ground. Then he kicked away a guy who was rushing towards him from the side, and drove the iron bar into the ground. In its head.
Without hesitation, he pulled out the iron bar and thrust it forward. He lowered his head and pounced forward to catch the attacker behind him and the monster in front of him. He pulled out the iron bar and gave it a club on the back of the head.
Without any pause, Austin let go of the iron bar, turned around and hit the monster's chest with an elbow, then hugged its neck and twisted it hard.
Turning around, he picked up the iron bar, lifted it up from the bottom, and gave the monster that was rushing in front a hard crotch blow. It really hurt, and subconsciously bent down to expose the back of its head. Austin seized the opportunity to hold its head and receive a few blows. Knee top.
The guy who was kicked from the side finally recovered, took the opportunity to fly over, and grabbed the iron bar in Austin's hand. Four or five more monsters rushed over from all directions, seizing this gap and throwing him down. On the ground, the monsters twisted together like a twisted mass of flesh.
After two gunshots, the glow of magical bullets penetrated the shadows and scattered mottled marks on the walls on both sides. Austin got up from the corpse with difficulty, shook off the blood on his hands, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said: "That's disgusting. What the hell are you guys?"
After saying that, he raised his hand and shot to kill the monster that was still holding on to the iron bar. He swept the iron bar and broke the arm of another sneak attacker. He held the iron bar with both hands and struck it like a battle axe.
A few muffled sounds and laughter calmed the monsters who were still trying to pounce. Those guys seemed to be scared and did not continue to attack. Instead, they lingered in place and watched blankly as Austin swung the iron bar again and again.
In the end, I don’t know who took the lead. The remaining monsters let out a few low roars and then quickly retreated.
"Who let you go? Who let you go?" Austin heard the roar, stopped what he was doing, took out his pistol and fired in the direction of the monsters' escape until the remaining bullets were empty.
"Let me ask you, who asked you to leave? Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Austin dragged the iron bar towards the unlucky guy who was hit in the leg by a bullet, and hit it on the head with a round round, plain and simple. , like an old farmer plowing the land with a hoe.
When the echo of the gunfire dissipated, Austin walked out of the alley and walked to the seaside facing the setting sun. Shi Shiran sat on the stone steps on the coast, letting the waves wash over his feet, and quietly watching the sun gradually fade. He disappeared under the sea level. After a while, he lit a cigarette and took a long drag mixed with the strange smell of blood.
"Oh my God, what's wrong with you? Do I need to send you to the hospital?" a passerby asked in confusion.
"I don't have anything big to do. I just solved some monsters hiding in Fleming's Harbor, like disgusting cultists." Austin glanced at the mud and blood on his body, then poked the half-remaining cigarette on the ground and extinguished it. Put the cigarette butt in your pocket.
"Really?" The passerby was a little surprised, and his voice seemed to be trembling, but he did not retreat. "Then you need to report it to the church and the police immediately."
"No, I'm from the army. I'll report back later." Austin glanced at the man casually. He stood in front of the setting sun and couldn't see his face clearly. "If there's nothing wrong, don't stay here. It’s very dangerous, so leave quickly, maybe those guys will come back.”
"So, I'd like to take the liberty to ask, what's your name?" The passerby was very curious and asked again before leaving.
"Me?...My name is Austin."
After speaking, Austin paused, stood up, and after confirming the direction, walked towards the Fleming Harbor Naval Station.
