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Chapter 304 Planted again?
Boom!

The No. [-] gate of Rust Prison was violently destroyed, and fell directly on the ground, killing three guards who had no time to retreat.

Behind the door, the team members who were fully armed and didn't blink their eyes walked into the core area of ​​the prison like demons.

This is the barracks of the undead army. The undead army with only 200 people is a gimmick created by the twilight clan. On the basis of injecting [cancer recovery] ability, all members are equipped with a second supernatural ability, which can be regarded as naturalized. The elite of the forces.

But at this time, nearly half of the undead soldiers had been slaughtered by these demons, but there was no effective kill record in exchange.

The middle-level officer in charge of commanding the undead army has already panicked. He is also the blood of the dying family, but his ancestors were not very rich, and he was assigned to such a position with a little real power because of money.

He has never fought a war. He has been stationed in Rust Prison for the past few years. He is similar to the prisoners locked here, and he is not even allowed to bring his wife in.

At this time, he was much more flustered than the soldiers under him. Those soldiers had been brainwashed for many years, and their minds were full of dross. With the ability of [cancer recovery] as a support, they were even more fearless.

The officer watched with his own eyes an undead soldier with half of his body shattered by the shot, struggling to pick up the grenade from his arms, but was kicked to pieces in the head by a ghostly figure before he could detonate it.

The pair of eyepieces that revealed blue light made the officer's heart stop, but he couldn't back down, or even show cowardice, or the soldiers around him would tear him apart.

He is the hope of the family. He can die here, but he must not show any fear. The warden is watching him from behind. He is a big man who can change his fate with a single word.

Death and responsibility oppressed him at the same time, the officer's lips trembled under the pressure, and finally he only spit out one order: "Attack!"

The overwhelming firepower instantly covered every corner in the direction of the front gate, but the officer knew very well that this was just a big momentum. If the bullets were useful, the enemy would not appear here at all.

The casting process of the Undead Army is very particular. With the ability of [Cancer Regeneration] as a foundation, these superhuman soldiers have perfectly met the expectations of the dying people for the Undead Army.

So they strictly select the blessing of the second ability, and the supernatural ability of the spiritual system is the first to be excluded. They have spent a lot of effort to brainwash these dead soldiers, and the last thing they want to see is for them to find themselves again.

The ability of ultra-long-range action is also prohibited. Even if there is only a one-ten-thousandth possibility of backlash, it is still a hidden danger. The Old Twilight Clan does not want these soldiers to have abilities beyond their control.

In short, compared with other naturalized people, they actually want a toy soldier with enough prestige, enough deterrence, and just enough force to suppress the guerrillas.

Originally, drones and robot soldiers are good choices, but the network intrusion that happened in Rust Prison is the best counterexample. The old folks got used to the embarrassment of the high-tech products they bought with their own back doors as early as a century ago. experience.

Under the influence of several generations, they naturally do not trust these high-tech products, and the AK series is their true friend.

However, this kind of weapon, which is still very popular in the second corporate war, is seriously insufficient in penetrating power in front of modern protective equipment. Bullets hit the [reinforced] dragon scale armor, and were squeezed into metal circles. The cake fell to the ground.

Martin held a man-high explosion-proof shield in one hand, and held a fully automatic shotgun in the other hand. He moved and fired at the shield's firing port. He was the spearhead in the team and was responsible for moving the position. The others lined up behind him in a herringbone pattern. Open, aim and fire from the edges on either side of the shield.

The powerful muscles resisted the recoil of the gun, and his whole body trembled as he fired, creating a bloody storm right in front of him.

He didn't know if he was considered a superhuman, but he was indeed much stronger than before. When Anthony gave him a physical examination last time, he found that his height had grown by another six centimeters, and now he was almost two meters three.

To say that he is a superhuman, Martin is somewhat unconfident. After all, compared with the rest of the team, he is mediocre, but other reasons cannot explain his situation. right?
There was a faint sound of electric shock starting directly in front of him, and a hidden fire point opened fire violently in the next second. Hundreds of large-caliber bullets were splashed on the shield, debris splashed everywhere, and sparks were scattered. Martin could hardly hold on to the shield. A shield on the arm!

But the sudden fire lasted only a few seconds, and Soult pulled the machine gun out of the firing point with his bare hands, and threw an offensive grenade into it.

boom!
The explosion in the small space caused the shrapnel and marbles to bounce back and forth, cutting and penetrating the machine gunner repeatedly, and it became riddled with holes, with a quarter of his flesh and blood stuck to the wall.

The terrible thing is that the machine gunner survived this process, took out his pistol and stretched out his arm from the firing hole to try to kill the enemy.

Soult grabbed the arm with both hands and twisted it violently, then pulled the arm off his shoulder forcefully, threw it aside, and threw two more grenades into it before leaving.

The battles between superhumans are often bloodier and crueler, because they are stronger, faster, and more tenacious in vitality.

The officer abandoned the barracks with the rest of the undead army, retreated downwards and entered the prison area.

The noisy prisoners fell silent immediately after seeing the black uniform of the undead army. All the prisoners locked here have basically seen the cruelty of the undead army.

The strongest among them will be repeatedly destroyed and their humanity will be destroyed. Among the lucky ones who survived, they will get a chance to join the undead army after sacrificing all their relatives and friends.

"Execute the people here!" The officer gave the order mercilessly, the only reason was that he didn't want these people to see him in despair.

The soldiers of the undead army immediately began to carry out the order. Two soldiers of the undead army broke away from the team and walked along the corridor to the nearest cell. They shot and executed the prisoner in the desperate eyes.

When they passed by the panicked jailers, they shot and executed these 'insiders' without any mercy.

Nasser heard the gunshots and screams from above. He looked at Hashim, who had fallen asleep, riding on him and slapped him fiercely: "Wake up! Wake up the child! If you don't wake up, you will be a sleeper!" Damn it!"

Hashim opened his eyes. He actually didn't feel the pain of being slapped. At this moment, his whole body was numb. He did fall asleep, but not deeply.

The effect of those medicines made him feel that he could fall asleep by closing his eyes, but he would be awakened by the slightest wind and grass, and his heartbeat fluctuated from 50 to 180 like bungee jumping.

"Son, stand up, we have to fight one last time!" Nasser's face showed a stubbornness: "Even if I die, I have to take a bite!"

"Come on Nasser, they will shoot outside the cage." Hashim felt that half of his strength had been used up in this sentence.

"This is an attitude and a belief. We can't give up what we have!" Nasser kept wandering around like an old lion king, patrolling his territory, trying to find some decent weapons.

But he has been imprisoned here for almost 15 years. He can clearly see every corner and crack on the wall, and there is nothing here.

"Who broke in here?" Nasser was silent for a while and suddenly became excited, squatting beside Hashem, his eyes flickered with a frightening light: "It can't be my organization, the Sanctuary Brigade has been defeated long ago." It's gone. It's you! They saved you!"

"Don't think about it, no one will come to save me." Hashim wanted to laugh a few times, but he couldn't mobilize his emotions at all: "The Wind of Freedom doesn't have this ability, it is a small organization"

"I know all the prisoners here! If anyone wanted to rescue them, they would have come here long ago, but you are the newcomer!" Nasser listened to the clearer gunshots from upstairs and said, "You just came in less than 24 hours, someone Attack here, only you!"

Hashim smiled wryly, turned over, yawned and tried to go back to sleep.

But just as he closed his eyes, he saw a vague woman sitting in front of him in the dark. She was about to say something, but suddenly frowned, and kicked him out of sleep.

Hashim faintly heard her say before waking up, "Why is it him again?"

"That's right, kid, don't give up hope!" Nasser's voice came again, he only felt his mind was muddled, he couldn't fall asleep, and he was confused again, unable to stay awake. This kind of cross feeling made him almost go crazy .

The officer leading the team couldn't believe his eyes. The undead soldiers who were like nightmares in this land were trampled to death one by one like rats in front of the enemy.

The ubiquitous ghost, faster than their thoughts, came and went like a shadow, like a civet teasing its prey.

The soldiers of the Undead Army who were in charge of shooting the prisoners had their necks broken and lay on the ground at some point. Although they were still alive, they obviously couldn't restore the bones by themselves.

The demon was teasing them, he broke off the limbs and necks of these warriors and just threw them there, as if mocking the living
In fact, this was Surte's last resort. He found that unless he took the heads of these superhumans, it would be difficult to really kill these soldiers.

If it was before, Soulte would definitely be unceremonious, pulling as many heads as he had, but after all, he is no better than before. Although he has not been sent to school, Anthony will teach him some cultural knowledge when he finds time.

Sirte knew what bullying was and what cruelty was.

The first undead army soldier he killed had an expressionless face when he died, and the tenth was still the same. These numb faces reminded him of the lowest poisonous insects in the Skeleton Party.

They are also like this, muddle-headed, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, as long as they are given a bite of food or a shot of medicine, they dare to rush up.

Soult suddenly didn't want to pick these people's heads, and he even pitied them.

He watched as the stupid officer yelled and asked the soldiers to blow up the passage leading to the next floor, and then left nearly twenty soldiers in the rear, turned around and disappeared at the stairs.

Sirte was also reluctant to kill that officer. He could tell that these undead soldiers were well-trained. If that idiot hadn't been there to command them, these people would definitely not have shot at them so directly, without even taking cover. Find it, let Martin, that big fool, be a stake.

Tang Ji snapped his fingers at Surte, and Xiao Su immediately passed through the enemy's line of defense, followed the officer and disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

When he rushed over, there were two undead soldiers who were installing bombs on the wall, and Soult took the explosives from their hands.

Soult caught up with the officer and his party, hid in the dark and watched them open the door to the next floor, and then entered the next floor first.

As simple as an outing, Soult saluted the officer as he passed by.

After all, he is still a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he has suffered twice, once he rushes up, Soulte, who has entered the bullet time, will still subconsciously despise the heroes of the world.

When he is in this state, most people are like motionless puppets to him, life and death are all in his mind.

Surte rushed all the way into the next layer of cages, and then bumped into a spider web-like thing, and his whole body was stuck to it so he couldn't move.

A superhuman with four legs and four arms came out from the corner, with bright fangs at the corner of his mouth, he smiled at him, and spit out more spider silk from his mouth. up.

"Caught it," Spider-Man whispered through the pass-through channel, and the officer breathed a sigh of relief.

He is indeed a parallel importer, but he is not so shallow. If he does not solve that ghostly superhuman, he will not be able to fight this battle at all.

So even if he paid half of the manpower, he didn't hesitate.

"Kill all the prisoners!" The officer gave Surte a gloomy look, with no trace of timidity in his eyes.

"As for him." The officer pondered for a few seconds: "Let the doctor give the medicine according to the A-level prisoner, and let him be more honest."

The guards around him immediately pressed Surte to go deeper. The doctors here are experienced and know how to deal with superhumans.

As for the other undead warriors, a quarter of their hands were assigned to clean up the prisoners on this floor, at a leisurely pace, just like the previous floor, as if the deaths of other people had nothing to do with them.

"Hashim! Hashem! They're coming to kill us!" Nasser held the railing with both hands, looked at the undead soldiers approaching from a distance, and shouted at them like crazy: "I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of death! "

But those soldiers just dragged a young metahuman entangled in spider webs past them, and the real firing squad was behind them, cleaning from the first cell.

"Huh?" Tang Ji raised his eyebrows when Soulte lost contact, and said to the people behind him, "Hurry up, Xiao Su fell down again."

"Hahaha! You have no hair on your mouth, so you can't do things well!" Martin quickened his pace, and the whole team rushed past the enemy's defense zone at a trot speed, and the speed increased by more than half.

(End of this chapter)