Section 10: Siege and Kill ()

"It must be the original data that was wrong. This is absolutely impossible-"

Suddenly, he stood up from the instrument in anger, tightly tugged with his hands, and shouted in a row: "I can't make a mistake, it must be those damn guys who messed up the information. Sample, I need a fresh live sample--"

"What are you doing?"

A tall observer rushed over and hugged him in the middle of madness. He pressed him against the wall next to him with his strong and powerful arm, slapped him hard, and shouted in a hurry and cold manner: "Don't forget your mission--"

"Chris, you don't understand." Mark, with a desperate look on his face, raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said wailingly: "Those data... they don't match the original text at all. There is almost no common point between the two..."

"Shut up--"

Perhaps because he noticed that his movements and attitude were a bit too much, Chris, with a hideous face, quickly slowed down his facial expression, then whispered to the other person's ear and whispered something...

A few minutes later, Mark, who looked depressed, took out a flat wine pot from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip on his back. He calmed down and walked slowly to Lin Xiang, who was watching with a little unnatural. He said in an apology and exhaustion: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited... I hope you can understand that these virus samples are very important for the study of immune drugs. I must, no, I must, I must get a living mutant sample. Do you... understand what I mean?"

Yang Guang was about to speak out, but Lin Xiang reached out to stop him.

He has always been very confused about why a native Chinese language country attaches so much importance to English education? He even uses inexplicable English grading exams to hinder the work and daily life of the Republic's citizens. Are the officials of the Ministry of Education whose heads are clamped by doors in their bones a ball of concentrated paste pieced together with ABCD?

However, thanks to this damn cramming English education, Lin Xiang was able to understand every word that Mark and others said.

Live samples.

That is, they must seize a living mutant.

Lin Xiang can understand the lockdown of biological research on specific goals. But he doesn't understand why Mark and others must come to Kunming?

If you just capture it, you can choose those infected villages and towns with sparse populations. In terms of the number of mutants, the risk chances of action will be greatly reduced.

He simply did not believe in excuses such as satellite observation. Judging from the experience of previous battles, the mutants seemed to have inherited some of the wisdom of the infected persons. They also knew how to use the environment and buildings to hide their whereabouts. A few photos could neither become evidence nor explain any problem.

The purpose of these UN observers is living samples. But what secrets do they hide when they try their best to get?

"The telephone keeps the phone open for 24 hours, sending all the situation back to the headquarters. The two of them form a combat unit, keeping a close eye on the every move of these guys."

The members of the Sixty-four mobile units were all elite. They quickly dispersed, from front or back, left or right, and wrapped three Americans tightly in the middle from several directions. On the surface, this is the most basic straggler search formation. However, if the position of each person and the surveillance target are connected, you will be surprised to find that behind the monitored person or on the side of the surveillance, there is always a soldier wandering around in places where normal vision cannot be seen. The expression on their faces seemed to be paying attention to the movements around them, and the weapons they hold in their hands always point unconsciously at their respective targets.

The dazzling sunlight was projected unobstructed, sprinkling white heat among the empty city. Although the search team kept walking along the dark parts of the eaves on both sides of the street, they could not resist the heat that evaporated from the ground. The sweat oozing from the surface of the body was soaked in thick protective clothing, and the extremely uncomfortable wet sticky feeling came from between the toes and socks. They were also using their own unique way to convey their requests to their brains that they wanted to be released.

"Rest in place for ten minutes."

Lin Xiang wiped his sweaty neck, but found that his fingers and palms were covered with tiny white salt particles. He shook his head helplessly, took off the military kettle hanging on his chest, unscrewed the lid, and put it close to his lips and poured it hard.

"Gudu-gudu-"

The throat swayed up and down, causing a clear sound. Everyone was drinking water, thirst and heat, which made this move the only thought in their minds at the moment.

Suddenly, Lin Xiang put down the kettle, picked up the assault rifle hanging on his arm, squinted his eyes slightly, and tried to prick up his ears to judge the strange noise coming from the air.

Along with the three observers, there were nine people in the entire team.

However, he heard the tenth sound of drinking water.

Very small and light. But it does exist.

Lin Xiang never doubts any information collected by his senses. Carefulness and meticulousness often means luck and safety.

He glanced at the three Americans sitting opposite him and found that Chris's eyes were sweeping towards him, also full of alertness and inquiry.

Did he find out too?

Lin Xiang was a little surprised.

The sound was not loud. If it weren't for the abnormally sensitive hearing after infection, he wouldn't have noticed any abnormalities.

Does this American have the same keen perception as he does?

"Gudu—"

The slight sound of drinking water sounded again. Lin Xiang and Chris judged the direction they were almost at the same time, jumped up from their respective positions, held the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the alley next to the street.

The source of the sound is right behind the house facing the street.

A burst water pipe passed through the open space behind the house. Clear tap water slowly flowed out from the broken pipe mouth, and the recesses on the ground formed a temporary shallow depression of about meter in diameter.

A mutant man, who was covered in black, leaned in front of the pit, put his dry and cracked lips close to the water, and sucked slightly cloudy liquid hard. The epiglottis bones sliding up and down between his throat made dull collisions from time to time.

"Da da da da da da--"

Lin Xiang pulled the trigger without hesitation. The dense bullets splashed the water surface, stirring the silt and turning the pool water into a piece of dirty and yellow mud.

"Fuck! Damn it, stop—"

Chris, whose face turned red, stared with his eyes wide open, like an angry bull: "Are you crazy? We urgently need a living sample. Live, do you understand?"

"I just made it no longer have the ability to attack."

Lin Xiang looked at him coldly, took out a small bundle of steel wires from the side of his backpack, and quickly and dexterously wrapped them into a live cover. At the level of breathability, he tightly tied the mutant's throat, and tied its left and feet together... Finally, he skillfully tied a sailor knot that could not be pulled apart, and tied the mutant creature nearly two meters into a ball of brown slap that was bent and hugged his knees.

The huge black bone blade lay quietly among the gradually clear sewage. The part connected to the arm end had completely broken. More than ten straight bullets neatly penetrated the obstacles made by flesh and blood. They tore open the ligaments, break the bones, and crushed the entire right arm from the middle.

Seeing this scene, Chris couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

He knew very well the gun performance of m5g43. In just a few seconds, he caused cutting damage at such a close distance and such accurate gun control ability was simply amazingly terrifying.

"Oliver, help me press its thighs, I need to extract its blood sample-"

Mark did not delay for a second. He called another companion to help him, and quickly unpacked his backpack with both hands, and took out the instrument from the box excitedly.

The dark red blood was pulled out of the mutant human body, pressed into the test tube, and sent to the interface outside the instrument.

The mutant, tightly tied body, could not move, and obviously could not feel the pain. Judging from the fragments of the clothes hanging on the surface of the body, this should be a human woman who had undergone mutation after being infected. However, under the bras stained with various dirt, there was no high bulge of breasts, and the elastic lace panties were also tightened by the bone ridges generated from the buttocks. In this extremely tall black body, no physiological characteristics related to human women could be found.

Its life symptoms seem to be very weak. It seems that the dying patient is just surviving.

However, it is still alive after all.

Lin Xiang stood by from afar, watching all this silently.

He knew very well that even if he spoke, these Americans would not tell themselves the real answer. As an excuse, they would even fabricate a lot of excuses that had been prepared and various lies that were difficult to distinguish.

Half an hour later, Mark, with a solemn expression, slowly put away the instrument. Although he deliberately controlled his emotions, Lin Xiang could still read the covered fear, surprise, disappointment, and from his slightly trembling facial muscles, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his shaking fingertips, and his evasive eyes...

“We need another sample.”

Chris rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and kicked the mutant on the ground with his unsatisfactory tip: "The data of a single body may be biased and errored. If you can get one, or more... Haha! You should understand what I mean."

Lin Xiang nodded lightly.

Although I don't know what caused the mutant to weaken, it is not difficult to capture such prey. Since I have found the first living sample, I will definitely find the second and third ones in other corners of the city... If these observers get the answers they want, then in the end, they will know as much as they do.

This is China, and the communicator can contact the headquarters at any time and attract a large number of reinforcements.

Although they had encountered a large number of identical opponents in the previous battle to rescue survivors, the soldiers had never observed this terrible creature at close range. Naturally, the captured mutants quickly became the focus of attention of the team members. They all surrounded them and looked at the aliens placed on the field curiously.

For some reason, Lin Xiang only felt a vague sign of danger in the air.

The city is still dead, the end of the street is empty and the gray cement buildings are cold like strange stones...

A place without people is the safest place.

His heart was beating violently, and his hands subconsciously grabbed the assault rifle, opened his eyes wide, pricked up his ears, observed everything around him, and listened to any movement that could bring death.

Chris, smiling, walked slowly over.

It's not a smile, but a grim smile.

Danger--

Lin Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank into narrow needle tips.

Just behind Chris, Mark and Oliver each held a US-made m24a ​​light machine gun, forming the angle of the fan from the left and right, and surrounded several team members gathered near the mutant.

"No--"

Just as the shock and anger blurted out, the two m24a ​​also pulled the trigger at the same time. The dense bullets swept towards the soldiers who were caught off guard. In an instant, the whine before the death and the dull noise of the machine gun became the only movement that drifted over the city.

"You damn bastards--"

Accompanied by a harsh and fierce roar, Lin Xiang's muscles tightened completely, and he pulled the trigger heavily, and all the thirty rounds of magazines were empty in a few seconds. To his astonishment, Kris, who was standing in front of him, not only did not fall down, but instead got closer from a distance less than five meters away.

None of the bullets hit, and his body speed to avoid attacks was astonishingly terrifying.

"It's really surprising that in the distant red China, there are excellent soldiers like you."

With his pink and white tongue stretched out, licking the bright red blood splashed on his lips from the dead soldier, Chris said with a cruel sneer: "It's a pity that I can't let you leave here alive."

After saying that, he twisted his neck hard, and amid the crackling sound of joint movement, he grinned and took steps forward.

Lin Xiang stood there in a muffled manner, holding the assault rifle whose magazine had been cleared in his right hand.

Yang Guang died, Li Mingwei died, and Liu Shufeng died...

Except for himself, all five Chinese soldiers in the entire search team died at the gun of a sudden attack.

Although there is some negligence, the strength of these three Americans is indeed terrifyingly strong.

They grasped the curiosity of people very accurately, and just got out of their control range, cleverly walked behind the alerter, and launched a thunderous fatal blow when the other party's vigilance was the weakest.

clean.

neat.

pretty.

Especially Chris who was standing in front of him, he obviously realized his differences from others and specifically separated him to deal with him.

Who are they?

Are UN observers their true identities?

What exactly did they get from the captured mutants?

Countless questions extend from the depths of the brain. But Lin Xiang pressed them back to the deepest part of the consciousness space.

He was desperately recalling Chris' incredible actions.

He wants to burn them all and always become the most common common sense in his mind.
Chapter completed!