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"Thank you, old godmother!"

The tactical puppet M2HB carried a machine gun and tapped Ivan on the forehead lightly: "I told you not to call me such an old-fashioned nickname!"

The kicked carrion struggled on the ground and did not move: M2HB's kick had already shattered a large part of its basic skeleton, even if it didn't care about the pain, it didn't have the strength to move.

Ivan, who was supported up, wiped his face, and said to the tactical figures behind him, "Continue to retreat!"

Although there will be many carrion corpses hidden in the dark in the complex terrain, it is better than being surrounded by everyone.

The number of rotting corpses is not large, far from being a corpse tide level.

But these infected people are not as vulnerable as the infected people in Resident Evil. On the contrary, they are very agile, and some still carry the memories and experiences of their lives, and know how to use thermal weapons to attack.

But fortunately, the number of rotting corpses is not particularly large, and fortunately, the tactical dolls have not suffered too much damage, and they are all fully populated.

With a few wounded on their backs, the tactical dolls fled while guerrillaizing in the ruined city.

After getting used to the rhythm, Ivan more or less adapted to this situation.

Ivan took out his gun and emptied the entire magazine at the carrion in front of him, in exchange for a stagger of the carrion.

Then other machine guns and RF tactical dolls with greater firepower made up the knife in time, killing the carrion

Yiwen changed the magazine with one hand, and watched the dwindling number of carrion corpses chattering: "Well, this situation is a bit tragic, but it's not impossible to fight..."

While Yiwen was saying this, a loud roar suddenly came from a distance.

Bursts of sound waves and waves came from another block, and as a human, Ivan only felt pain in his ear canal.

It was as painful as if someone scratched his ear canal with an iron ear spoon, and he subconsciously cried out.

The dolls looked pained.

However, the suffering of dolls is different from that of humans: because the structure of the auditory system is different from that of humans, this thing will not hurt or kill dolls.But the dolls themselves have a logical program for responding to pain: human beings will shrink their hands when they encounter fire because fire will burn the human body, while dolls are not afraid of flames, but they still cry out for pain: this is because humans told them that humans will cry out at this time It hurts, so the doll must also cry out that it hurts.

But the most unbearable thing was the rotting corpses that swarmed up before. These vicious infected people were like puppets whose strings were cut, and they all stopped moving.

"These infected people died directly?" Li Enfield looked away from the sniper scope in surprise: "Is it an attack from a sonic weapon?"

Ivan, who was still covering his ears, laughed miserably: "No, this is not an attack from a sonic weapon, it's because... a more terrifying guy came."

boom!

Just the third second after the rotting corpses lay down, the ground began to vibrate.

A four-meter-high giant infected with khaki skin ran towards the position of the figures!

"Giant infected!!!!!!"

The brief encounter just gave Ivan enough time to issue a warning, and the giant infected launched an attack.

Its thick and completely disproportionate wrist, with a casual slap, the cars that had been parked in the city for at least several decades were all flew towards the location where everyone was.

Ivan's timely reminder made the tactical dolls squat down subconsciously to avoid the roaring speeding car, avoiding the ending of being directly crushed by the car.

But as soon as the speeding car passed the top of the head, a huge shadow rushed over, and the giant infected, rampaging like a tank, directly knocked the dolls flying into the air like a flying car.

Before they could even scream, several tactical dolls were knocked into the walls on both sides of the street.

The tactical dolls who were sent flying were paralyzed in an instant, their eyes lost their brightness, their bodies slid down from a floor several meters high, and their artificial blood smeared all over the walls.

"Attack!" Wa2000 shouted loudly, and she fired the first shot while occupying a high place.

But after the bullet of the branding weapon hit the huge infected person, it got stuck on his drab skin!

"This...why is it so hard!" Wa2000 didn't believe in evil, and continued to fire at the same position.

It is a miracle that Wa2000 bullets hit the same position when the target is moving at high speed.

And this miracle is played steadily: and repeated more than four times

But the defense of this huge infected person was beyond imagination, his hard skin was just like an armored vehicle, it was not affected at all.

It's not just sniper bullets, even machine guns and machine guns can't shake the armored car-like skin.

The tactical dolls hastily dealt with the huge infected, and the dolls consciously obeyed the coping experience in the code of conduct, dispersed and fought separately.

However, the infected person who was several meters tall looked bulky, but his footsteps and movements were not slow at all, and he had an IQ of orangutan level. He pulled off the marble pillar and used it as a weapon to hit the human figure.

After the fall, the marble pillar shattered with the sound, but the tactical figure buried in it also made no sound.

The giant infected were not hurt at all.

As for the tactical dolls, several of them died in an instant!

When Ivan saw this scene, his heart was already in despair.

"How should we fight this battle?"

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There is one more update, the fourth update today, we have to wait a little longer

Chapter 318 Can Orc Dolls Do It? (4/4)

As the Griffin commander, Ivan is not inexperienced in dealing with infected people.

But the problem is that the infected people she faced before are different from this level.