My Girls Are All Biochemical Monsters, What Should I Do?

After a burst of gunshots and explosions, in the corridor, a soldier in black heavy armor whispered: "It seems to be the C1 team..."

"It's none of our business. It's enough to deal with what's in front of us..." The team leader walking in the front whispered while carefully removing the vase in front of him. After finding that there was no sensor under the vase, he relaxed slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, suddenly, the communicator built into the helmet rang.

"Here is the command, C3 team, please answer."

"This is Team C3..." Raising his hand and pressing the communicator next to the helmet, the team leader said in a deep voice, "Got it, please tell me."

"Squad C1 has been attacked, and only one member survived..." The other side of the communicator said in a deep voice: "Now, I want you to change your plan, meet the survivor of Squad C1, and join him as soon as possible."

"Squad C1..." Subconsciously nodded, the team leader whispered: "Understood."

"Very good..." The other side of the communicator said in a deep voice: "Good luck, C3."

The next second, the communication was cut off.

After releasing the communicator on the helmet, the soldier leader in black whispered: "It seems that I made a mistake, C1 is no longer a team."

As he said that, the leader of the command turned his head and said to the two black-clothed soldiers following him in a deep voice: "You all heard that the plan has changed, so give up the search plan for this floor. We need to find the stairway, reach the lower floor, and then Go pick up the survivors from Team C1."

"Then what should we do here? Do we continue to search after the unlucky guy is picked up?" asked a black-clothed soldier.

"I don't know, look at the arrangement above..." The team leader said in a deep voice: "The C2 team has been wiped out, but we haven't even seen the enemy. Now, the C1 team is gone, I always feel ... Tsk, not very good."

Although I felt a little uneasy in my heart, the superior's order still needs to be carried out. After complaining a few words, the C3 team moved cautiously again. Because they needed to avoid the organs in the castle, their advancing speed was abnormally slow. The structure of the corridors inside is intricate, and it took them more than ten minutes to find the tight spiral staircase.

"We found it..." The highly tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a black-clothed soldier whispered: "This ghost place is really disgusting, it's like a maze, it would be great if you can just take the elevator down gone."

"The elevator is closed, and the C8 team is already trying to find the control room of this castle..." The team leader said in a deep voice, "At least for now, we don't have an elevator."

With that said, the team of three followed the stairs to the next floor.

"I think we can look for that guy following the explosion just now..." Entering the corridor, looking at the pattern almost identical to the floor just now, another black-clothed soldier who has been silent all this time said: "This place is so bad , I guess that guy can't get very far."

"That makes sense..." Expressing approval of his teammate's judgment, the team leader nodded and said, "Let's do it this way."

The course of action was set, and the C3 team moved again. They walked carefully along the intricate corridors, carefully avoiding various potential mechanisms that might exist, until a moment later, they saw a man chained Dead body with scythe hanging from the roof.

"It's so miserable, it's the unlucky team leader from C1 who got tricked..." Looking at the hanging corpse, a black-clothed soldier who followed behind whispered: "Leader, maybe you will change after a while." into this."

"Shut your crow's mouth!" Turning around suddenly, he glared at his teammate fiercely through the mask. The team leader began to observe the surrounding situation, and found that all kinds of artworks such as oil paintings and vases on the road ahead were all destroyed. After checking, he said in a deep voice: "It's safe ahead, speed up and follow the traces of the C1 team."

With the help of the predecessors, the C3 team moved much faster. They trotted along the traces left by C1. It didn't take long before they found another corpse. The corpse was lying in a big hole without a head In front of him, the blood flowing from the cut of the neck stained the floor and the wall red.

"Another unlucky guy..." the black-clothed soldier following behind whispered.

"Don't look at that corpse..." the team leader said in a deep voice, "Look at the floor, there are footprints left by that C1 survivor on the floor."

Hearing the leader's words, the two black-clothed soldiers immediately lowered their heads. Sure enough, they saw blood-stained footprints on the floor. Judging from the pace, it seemed extremely chaotic. Injured, or in a panic.

"Come on, let's follow the footprints." The team leader said in a deep voice.

With the bloody footprints on the ground, there is no need to observe the traces anymore. The speed of the C3 team accelerated again. They followed the footprints and ran back and forth between the intricate corridors. The traces disappeared, but the leader of the C3 team believed that since the unlucky guy didn't trigger the mechanism, then his team would definitely not trigger the mechanism either.

As the three of them went deeper into the center of the floor, even the last bit of poor light that penetrated the thick fog outside the window disappeared little by little. Under the instruction of the team leader, the C3 team turned on the tactical flashlight mounted on HK-416 , illuminating the dim corridor in front of them, perhaps because of the reduced visibility, they gradually slowed down and focused all their attention on the row of chaotic footprints on the floor. Can notice the black water stains splashed on the wall, like pupil ink.

"It's so strange..." After a while, the team leader, who was following the footprints, couldn't help but whispered: "Why are the footprints getting more and more messy? It looks like he's drunk."

"Is that guy injured?" The black-clothed soldier who had been silent all this time couldn't help but said, "And, captain, don't you think the footprints are a little... dark?"

"How serious does the injury have to be to cause such disordered footsteps?" The team leader shook his head and said, "Besides, if you suffered such a serious injury, why didn't you bleed? Why did you run so far? This is unreasonable."

As he said that, the team leader once again focused his attention on the footprints. Indeed, just as his soldiers said, the color of the footprints was wrong. At the beginning, it was pure blood red. From the very beginning, the color seemed to be a little dull. It turned black and turned into a mixture of red and black, but this is not unexplainable. After all, the humidity on this small island is very high. When we just landed, everyone's feet should have been covered with a lot of mud...

With this in mind, the leader of the team suddenly stopped in his tracks. He squatted down and reflected the light of the tactical flashlight on the footprints. .

No, it doesn't feel... like dirt...

Just when the team leader was wondering, behind him, a team member squinted his eyes slightly, as if he saw something from the darkness. Then, he raised his gun, and walked over the captain squatting on the ground with a vigilant look. Walking from the corridor ahead, as the light of the tactical flashlight gradually focused, he keenly noticed that at the corner of the corridor ahead, there seemed to be a few fingers sticking out, calmly on the ground.

"Who?! Come out!" The black-clothed soldier with a gun raised his nerves and said anxiously.

Chapter 11. The Evil of the Macho Secretary

Attracted by his teammates' voices, the team leader squatting on the ground immediately raised his head. Following the direction the tactical flashlight pointed, he could vaguely see the fingers wrapped in tactical gloves protruding from the corner of the wall.

"It's that guy from Team C1!" Standing up quickly, he lightly pressed his teammate's muzzle with one hand. There was still a hint of vigilance in the team leader's eyes. He clenched the gun tightly in his hand, ensuring that he could raise the gun and fire at any time. At the same time, he walked up slowly. As he advanced, he pointed at the corner with a tactical flashlight and said, "We are C3, friend, can you hear me?"

"C...C3?" Seemingly reacting to the words of the leader of C3, the fingers exposed at the corner moved slightly. Then, a shadow moved under the light of the tactical flashlight. Seeing movement at the corner, the three All the members of the C3 team narrowed their eyes slightly, and the member standing at the end even pressed his finger on the trigger. For a moment, there was silence in the corridor, only the sound of staggering footsteps remained. A man in black combat uniform came out with a hunched body.

"It's a friendly army!" The black-clothed soldier at the side was slightly startled, and then said anxiously. He was about to go up to help, but the leader suddenly raised his hand and stopped him, looking at the C1 team member who staggered towards him. , C3 team leader asked in a deep voice: "What happened to you?"

"I...I don't know...Mom, I'm not sure what it is..." Clutching his abdomen with his backhand, shaking his weak body, the surviving team member of C1 whispered: "Maybe it's a trap, maybe It's a monster, that thing...it tore Oga's head off, I threw a grenade, I don't know if it killed it..."

"Are you injured?" Seeing that the C1 team members were staggering and unable to stand still, the leader of C3 asked in a deep voice.

"No, I'm not injured..." The C1 team member whispered as he walked towards the C3 team: "I don't know what happened...Mom...that damned woman, she drenched those things I'm all over the body, now, I just feel that my stomach is swollen, and my body is a little out of control..."

It wasn't until he heard the words of the survivor of the C1 team that the leader of the C3 team suddenly realized that the survivor was wet from top to bottom, and there were several holes in the combat uniform, which looked like bullet holes. From his body, The black liquid was dripping onto the ground little by little, but because the combat uniform was also black and the light was too dim, he couldn't notice it immediately.

"Stand there! Friends! Don't come here!" He raised his gun suddenly and aimed at the members of C1 team who were staggering step by step, and the leader of C3 team hurriedly stopped.

"Team leader?" Seeing that the leader raised his gun, the two black-clothed soldiers standing next to the leader also subconsciously raised their guns. One of the black-clothed soldiers was wondering, but he heard the C3 leader whisper: " He appears to be infected, ready to confirm his condition."

"What?" Hearing the leader's words, the black-clothed soldier immediately turned his gaze to the C1 survivors who were approaching step by step, and a chill appeared in his eyes.

"Stop! Or I'm going to shoot!" Seeing that the C1 team member was still approaching as if he didn't hear his words, the C3 team leader couldn't help but stare and said: "Mom! Damn it! I let you stand In place!"

"You...are not here to meet me? I heard...the commander gave the order, right?" On the other side, ignoring the words of the leader of C3, the surviving soldiers of C1 suddenly quickened their pace, like zombies General walked towards the leader of C3 with stumbling steps, and at the same time said anxiously: "Mom! Get me out of this damn place! I'm done! I...my stomach is about to burst! "