zombie frenzy

Chapter 172 Chaos
A dozen or so evolutionaries stooped and rushed forward for seven or eight meters before stopping, taking advantage of the surrounding cover, and quickly took cover, squatting on the ground, aiming their guns at the small building. Silhouette locked.

Behind them, hundreds of mecha bees rushed forward, and under the soles of their feet, small blue flames shot out continuously with their footsteps. The several-ton mechas were like civet cats, flying lightly in front of them. The ground passed by, and the footprints on the grass were so shallow that they could hardly be seen without looking carefully.

Seven or eight mechs pointed their guns at the door. On both sides of it, the evolutionists stood close to the wall, holding the steel guns tightly in both hands, quietly waiting for the next order.

On the roof, more than a dozen evolutionaries stood at the entrance of the corridor. One of them leaned sideways against the door, looked back at his companion, stretched out three fingers, and bent down one by one.

one two Three.

The door shattered with a clatter, and before the sawdust fell to the ground, these evolutionaries rushed out like flying, and quickly occupied the corridor on the second floor along the corridor.

"Safety."

A leader glanced left and right. In his goggles, there was no red figure in the surrounding room.

The entire small building is surrounded by more than a dozen large aircraft. The detectors continuously emit light beams, locking the bottom firmly. In the pale yellow goggles of these evolutionaries, what the lenses project is not just the scene detected by their mechs , The data is collected in the aircraft on the high-rise building in the center, and then sent out, everyone can observe the enemy's trace without any blind spots, and a 3D scene map is being projected on their right eye lens.

The team leader made a gesture, and the team members held their guns and took a few steps forward quickly, guarding on the stairs, the only escape route was completely blocked by the muzzle of the guns, a dozen large-caliber rifles, even mechs It is difficult to break through.

The sound of the door breaking was not loud, the heavy mech just leaned against it and crashed it, and in the quiet small building, there were only a few slight crackling sounds.

Everything is ready, and the enemy has been firmly locked in the living room on the first floor by them. A dozen guns are aimed at the red figure inside through the wall. Shoot.

The instruction given above is to shoot and kill as long as there is resistance. When it comes to them, it will naturally become as long as there is a reaction, regardless of whether it is resistance or not.

Anyway, in their eyes, the figure of the zombie is a very faint dark red, as long as it is not smashed into pieces, this mission will be considered perfect.

Hundreds of mechas quietly surrounded the small building. In the sky, more than a dozen large aircrafts hovered motionless. The hanging steel cables swayed in the wind. The roars of those zombies were covered up, and it was difficult to hear them even if they listened carefully.

The living room was very quiet, and the people inside didn't seem to know that there were people surrounding them, they just sat there, whispering to each other from time to time, talking in a low voice.

"action."

Finally, the commander's command came from the headset, and in an instant, the mecha, which was as static as a sculpture, started to move.

An evolutionary leaned against the wall, held a gun in one hand, and swung the other hand, punching the gate.

boom.

The wooden door was smashed into pieces in an instant, and countless pieces flew.

In front of it, seven or eight mechas pressed their fingers down slightly, ready to fire at any time.

"Get down, get down."

More than a dozen mechas rushed into the door at high speed. They shouted loudly, and their guns turned quickly, pointing at the red figures.

Those evolutionaries leaning against the wall, at the moment the command was issued, their bodies slammed back, the masonry collapsed, and large holes appeared on the wall.

The mecha bent down, rushed in quickly, joined the companions who entered through the door, shouted loudly, and moved the muzzle of the gun continuously.

"My lord, let's go in." The evolutionary in charge of the central building turned around and said excitedly.

"Take them down and evacuate quickly."

Anderson waved his hand, he turned his head to look at the surrounding tall buildings that were plunged into darkness, and said with a frown, "Let them hurry up, I always feel uneasy here, those damned monsters don't know What went crazy today, it’s been going on all night and it hasn’t stopped.”

The evolutionary nodded, "Yes, my lord."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden sound of panic from the headset, followed by gunshots, and on the screen, those red figures moved suddenly, mixing with the mechs they rushed in.

"My lord, my lord, something happened." The evolutionary stammered.

"what happened?"

Anderson was standing on the roof railing and looking down, when he heard the voice of his subordinate, he turned his head suddenly, "What happened? Isn't it already done?"

"I, I don't know, the communication seems to be cut off." The evolutionary looked at the companion who was desperately calling, and swallowed dryly.

Anderson couldn't help but walked back, took the headset, and listened to the chaotic voices inside.

Gunshots, explosions, cries for help, roars, and the roars of zombies. He raised his head and looked at the display screen in front of him. He was stunned for less than two seconds, "Retreat, let them retreat quickly."

"My lord." The two evolutionaries sitting at the table raised their heads and looked at him in surprise.

Anderson angrily threw the headset on the table, turned around and walked a few steps back and forth, stopped to look at the two, hesitated, and said with gritted teeth, "Notify the captain and let them prepare to attack, as long as the personnel withdraw Do it now."

"But, my lord." The evolutionary asked nervously, "What about the corpse king?"

"I don't care about it, let's keep them talking." Anderson paused, "I don't think the corpse king will hang up so easily."

a few minutes ago.

A large group of mechas poured into the living room.

The muzzles of the guns kept turning, and they shouted loudly, putting the cross star in the goggles on the red figures who were still unable to respond.

In the corner of the room, beams of strong light suddenly lit up, projecting on the faces of those mechs.

The goggles quickly adjusted the brightness as Bonnie said, but, no matter how advanced the technology was, the sudden strong light still dazzled the eyes of those evolutionists.

His head was quickly turned to one side, his arms were unconsciously raised to block his eyes, and the muzzle of the gun that had just been pointed at the red figure had moved there.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots were heard from all around, a string of sparks splashed on the mecha, ricochets flew, and almost every evolutionary who rushed in was hit.

"Fire, fire."

The team leader yelled loudly and pulled the trigger unceremoniously.

Puff puff.

A long flame was ejected from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet casings bounced out of the barrel and fell to the ground clangingly. The sound of the gun equipped with a muffler was extremely small, almost negligible compared with the deafening gunshots just now .

A large hail of bullets crazily hit the sofa in the center of the living room.

Sawdust flew up, holes were punched on the sofa, the glass of the coffee table exploded, and the fragments fell to the ground with crackles.

On the stairs on the second floor, more than a dozen mechas looked down nervously, their fingers pressed on the triggers, ready to fire at any time.

Companions from outside were still pouring in, filling up the originally huge living room.

boom.

Several black shadows tumbled in the air and fell into the mechas. The bottle exploded, and a large clump of flames rose up, covering dozens of mechas.

"what……"

The flames lit up, and the liquid in the bottle splashed, turning into balls of flames in mid-air and flying everywhere. The heads of several mechs were encased in liquid and quickly burned, and the smell of burnt permeated. The mechas staggered backwards, holding The gun in his hand began to shoot randomly, and the bullets kept hitting the companions on the opposite side.

"Cease fire, cease fire."

The team leader yelled and waved his arms to signal everyone not to move.

With the help of the flames, he found to his horror that the red figure in the goggles had been covered by the rising flames, and he couldn't find the trace of the other party at all.

"Where is the person? Find it, hurry up." The team leader shouted, scanning the surroundings left and right.

There were too many mechas in the living room, and the search took only a short while before they stopped. They all looked at the team leader in surprise, "No, there are none here."

"The sniper reports the position of the target." The team leader stretched out his hand and pressed the headset and shouted.

"No. [-] report, the target disappeared."

"Number two, the target disappeared."

"Number Three, the target disappeared."

"Be careful, they are with you."

The last sniper yelled in horror in the headset. Just as the words fell, the sniper rifle fired, and a hole the size of a fist was punched in the wall around the leader, and the gravel kept flying out, hitting the mecha with crackling noises. .

"where is it?"

The evolutionists glanced left and right, and several people leaned on each other nervously, pointing their guns outside.

Bang.

A mecha flew up, its chest was sunken by the beating, and the person spewed a large stream of blood in the air, and he stopped breathing before falling into it.

"Here, here."

An evolutionary shouted loudly, pulled the trigger, and frantically swept in front of him.

Beside him, several companions unceremoniously followed him and sprayed a string of flames. The bullet casings kept flying out of the gun chamber, rolling in the air and falling to his feet.

In front of them, a vague figure swayed for a while, and then quickly disappeared.

In the image projected in the goggles, a very light red figure passed by and quickly disappeared. However, with the flames rising around them, they couldn't see any figure appearing. The image was completely out of touch with reality, which made While pulling the trigger, they stared and looked around for the enemy. Some even took off the goggles and threw them aside, not daring to rely on them to capture images.

"Can't see the enemy, report, can't see the enemy."

"The goggles don't work, its image is fake."

"Stop fire, damn it, stop fire."

"Here, people are here."

The living room was completely chaotic, and as the gunshots rang out, all the mechas began to shoot out flames from their guns.

The bullets flew in the narrow space, and the stream of ricochets bounced off their bodies continuously, splashing strings of sparks, tinkling non-stop.

Several mechas were hit in the head, blood flowed, and the body swayed and fell forward.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was still spraying a long flame, and a hole was punched out in the floor, and the wood dust and smoke rose up and mixed with the flame, making the visibility here even lower.

"Captain." An evolutionary on the second floor nervously looked at the captain beside him.

"Don't move, just stay on guard." The captain gritted his teeth, continued to maintain the original posture, and pointed the gun at the first floor.

In their eyes, the flames soared into the sky, and the dark living room became extremely bright, and warheads were flying randomly below, weaving into a huge bullet net.

A mech wobbled, a tiny hole in his forehead, and he fell back, his fingers twitching as he pressed a red button on the gun.

crackle.

A piece of power grid sprayed out, covering the seven or eight companions in front of it.

Green smoke rose rapidly, the mechas caught by the power grid twitched non-stop, and the heads of the few whose heads were covered by the power grid were instantly burned into coke by the million-volt high-voltage electricity.

With the projection of the first grid, those terrified mechas began to press the buttons indiscriminately. Like a chain reaction, the whole living room was instantly wrapped by the grid, and all the objects touched by the grid, except the mechs, still existed. , and the rest were burned to coke.

"Retreat, retreat."

The leader shouted loudly, quickly exited the small building, squatted a few meters away, and locked the door firmly with the muzzle of his gun.

More than a dozen mechas staggered back out, the black mechas on their bodies were covered with balls of flames, their hair was curled up, and several of them were hit on the head by stray bullets, their faces covered with blood.

"People? The rest of the people?" The team leader couldn't believe it, and shouted loudly at the men who finally withdrew.



(End of this chapter)