Hospital, at the door of the operating room, Lanno 6450 was leaning against the wall, using a bandage to bandage the wound on his arm. His situation was very bad. There were more zombies in the hospital than imagined, and he had no bullets anymore, so he could only hold a gun in his hand. A metal frame for infusion to resist the incoming zombies.
If he could let go of the fight and give him enough time, it wouldn't be a problem to clean up the hospital, but he couldn't leave the operating room, nor could he use powerful explosives indoors. The zombies he killed were piled up nearby, and the smell of blood attracted him. More enemies.
A zombie had just rushed in front of him and bit his arm. If he hadn't been afraid of the T virus, he might have been infected.
boom!
The zombie that pounced on Lan Nuo was kicked hard in the chest by him, and flew directly downstairs, hitting the hall on the first floor. But soon, another one pounced on him, and Lan Nuo stabbed the iron shelf fiercely. On him, but for a moment he felt a little powerless and was almost overturned by the zombies.
His internal strength is not deep, and his physical strength can't keep up. After all, he is not one of those cultivation geniuses. He has been exhausted from unlocking the gene lock many times in a short period of time.
Another zombie bumped into him, stupidly bumping into the one in front. The sudden increase in brute force knocked Lan Nuo away, smashed open the door of the operating room, and fell into the room.
Strange was sweating profusely and began the final work of stopping the bleeding. Seeing Lan Nuo's miserable condition, he couldn't help but be moved: "You should leave quickly! It is not your responsibility to save the patient! You have done enough."
Lan Nuo got up from the ground, holding the iron frame, his eyes blank, and suddenly burst out with power beyond the limits of the human body, knocking two zombies flying downstairs.
"What the hell are you talking about! Hurry up and do the surgery. It's your responsibility to save the patient. It's my responsibility to save people like you!" Lan Nuo endured the pain of unlocking the gene lock and picked up Tom's grenade. Next, Even if he might accidentally injure himself, explosives would still have to be used. Manpower was sometimes scarce, and Lan Nuo's physical ability was ultimately limited.
Seeing the scarred figure leave, Strange opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to stop him. Is it really worth risking the lives of three other innocent people for a person who doesn't know whether he can be saved?
This is the trolley problem that no one can solve...
"You must... come back alive! A good person like you shouldn't die here." The doctor prayed.
As if in response to him, the light in the room seemed to become brighter, but he soon discovered that it was not his imagination.
Outside the window, a bronze god-like battle armor stood in the sky. What illuminated the room was his bright propeller nozzle. The bronze god stretched out his hand towards him, and then gave a thumbs up: "Don't worry! We will all survive. of!"
Strange swore that he had never been so surprised in his life. When he saw zombies, he could continue to operate calmly. But just now, he almost stabbed the patient's aorta with a knife, which was only shown in the special effects blockbuster. Some superheroes actually appear at their most critical moment, and everything seems like a dream.
The bronze statue flew away. A few seconds later, there was the sound of broken glass and the sound of a body being knocked away. Fei Gong was rampaging in the corridor, still holding the infinite bullets of the Desert Eagle. With the assistance of AI, the bullets were precisely guided. Generally, quickly eliminate the zombies on each floor. After just flying in a circle, dozens of zombies were killed, and finally landed next to No. 6450, who was kneeling and panting.
"Are you okay?" He said reaching out his hand and pulling up 6450.
"It's okay. There's no need to go to such trouble. Just wrap the bullets for me. You can go put out the fire somewhere else!"
Reincarnation Lan Nuo didn't show any pretense. He bumped fists with 6450, started the engine, and flew away from the window into the distance.
6450 returned to the operating room, threw the grenade back into Tom's backpack, leaned against the door and stretched: "Ah! I'm so exhausted! I almost died."
Strange and Tom were all staring at him at this time, especially Tom who couldn't help but ask: "Did you see that robot just now? Don't tell me, that is also a member of your organization?"
"Yes, he is 1926, and he is currently the best one we can fight!" Lan Nuo said weakly. He needed to recover his strength, and he would have to break out with three oil bottles in a while. Bullets alone were not enough.
"I can see it." Tom imagined for a moment that the bronze statue's seemingly heavy fist might not be able to punch through the load-bearing wall. Obviously his estimate was too conservative.
"You are so good, where do you rank in your organization? Are you one of the top experts?" The operation has come to an end, and Tom is also interested in chatting with Lan Nuo.
"Me? Rank at the bottom! I am a civilian employee. At most, I can be considered a civilian employee in the field. Even if the combatants don't wear mechas, they still have combat uniforms. One of them can easily beat seven or eight people like me." 6450 has seen it with his own eyes. Those who have been trained by combatants wearing electro-stimulation combat suits can climb up a five-meter-high wall with a little run-up, and can fly a sandbag weighing more than 200 kilograms with one punch. As for putting on the battle armor, it is even more... It's another level. He can really only be considered a civilian.
Tom's eyes widened and his expression was quite exaggerated: "Are you sure you are a civil servant?" He pointed at the zombies on the ground outside the door, and just as a lame zombie moved to the door, Lan Nuo didn't even stand up. Just shoot him in the head.
"Why do you call this a civilian job? I'm afraid you can hit seven or eight of me with one hand. And what the hell is a mecha? How many scientific and technological achievements has the government concealed from us?"
"You'll know when you see them, concentrate on doing your chores!" Lan Nuo took out the cakes in his backpack and began to replenish his energy.
"I saw you were injured. You won't be infected with the virus, right?" Dr. Strange was able to grasp the key points.
Lan Nuo shook his head: "Don't worry."
"Is it possible that you were vaccinated against the virus?" Dr. Strange's tone was filled with suspicion.
"No, what I mean is, if it was me who turned into a zombie, you wouldn't be able to run away even if you were worried."
Strange: "¿"
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At the same time, the reincarnation Lan Nuo has arrived at another place. 3382 and Teacher Liszt encountered a giant crawler. Lacking heavy weapons, they could only escape into the underground garage and deal with the giant crawler, but the situation was not good. The steel-framed crawler had already broken several load-bearing columns. If it continued, the two of them might be buried together with this big guy.
Liszt covered his injured ankle and looked desperately at the approaching giant monster: "Leave me alone, taking me with you will only drag you down."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get in the car!" 3382 pulled Liszt into a pickup truck, then kicked the accelerator and hit the crawler. The huge front claws tore the front windshield of the car, almost Passing between the two of them in an inch, the crawler was staggered by the huge force of the car, but the car was completely scrapped. Another claw in front of him was about to slap the two of them flat with the car and the person, and the sharp claws The propeller roared, and a stream of light passed through the underground garage.
Black eyebrow! Unsheath!
[To be continued]
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