"Bang"

Sniper Brady pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the tracker's chest, and a bloody flower rose, but he couldn't even make it pause.

"Shet." Brady's breathing heavily, he pulled the bolt and loaded it again, and then shot it over, but still failed to make the follower react at all.

Brady was furious, stood up with a sniper rifle, and shouted, "You're dead, a big freak."

This time he put the crosshairs on the tracker's head, but the moment he pulled the trigger, the tracker suddenly raised his arm and blocked his forehead.

"Bang"

A bloody flower appeared on the tracker's arm, but he still had no response. He strode towards the theater gate. Its system vision had already scanned the weapons held by the other party. Well, those weapons, it wanted them.

Brady put down his sniper rifle powerlessly, shrugged, and said, "Okay! I'm in trouble."

After saying that, he lifted the ammunition box and ran towards the stairs. It was no point in staying here again.

"Become a defensive formation and knock it down." Below, Jos quickly arranged the firepower arrangement, and the special police officers scattered their own guns, aiming all the guns at the trackers.

Yang Yifei reminded: "Guys, remember to focus on its head."

"clear."

...

At Camp Umbrella outside the city, Kane asked the female assistant in front of the computer: "What's the situation?"

The female assistant looked at the data displayed in the system view of the tracker...

s.t.a.r.s.:13

Armed civilians: 2

"A team of people armed with strict organization and excellent weapons."

Kane bent down slightly, leaned closer to the screen, and said, "I'm surprised that at this time, there is still someone who can live."

The female assistant said: "It's the people from the s.t.a.r.s. Special Tactical Rescue Team. They are all masters. Don't forget that we have never found the people who stole the tracer's weapons."

Kane curled his lips and said, "Then let's see how powerful they are! Change the command and kill all s.t.a.r.s..."

...

Over there, after the tracker approached thirty meters, Jos decisively ordered: "fire."

"Da da da da da..."

"Tututututututu..."

Thirteen long and short weapons fired together, and the value representing physical functions in the tracker's vision slowly decreased from 100%.

It really slowed down, with a drop of about 0.5% per second. In other words, if they want to kill the tracker, they have to maintain such firepower for 200 seconds, for more than three minutes. Obviously, this is impossible.

What's even more terrifying is that they can't see the wounds that were knocked out by the tracker were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bullet that penetrated into its body was squeezed out by the muscles.

Its biological function value is recovering at a speed of 0.2% per second, which means that the fire-scaling shooting of thirteen automatic weapons can only cause 0.3% of damage per second.

The trackers suddenly raised their thick arms to protect their entire head as they opened fire, and rushed forward with great speed.

"Ceasefire." Yang Yifei shouted, and the special police subconsciously released the trigger and turned to look at him.

Yang Yifei threw the carbine in his hand to a special policeman next to him, pulled out two dog-legged sabers on his leg, and said, "The gun is useless to it, and you cannot get close to you, otherwise you will die, I will deal with it."

After saying that, he rushed out with great strides. The SWAT police, Iverson and Brady who had just arrived, all rushed to the door and looked at the scene in front of him nervously.

Yang Yifei's figure can be described as slender and slim in front of the tracker. This is not a heavyweight duel at all, so who can win?

Brady shouted loudly: "Come on, kung fu boy, let that big freak see how powerful Chai Lis Kongfu is."

Yang Yifei stared at the trackers. They rushed towards each other without any slow speed. At about ten meters away from the gate, each person and one monster met.

Yang Yifei rose into the air when he was still one meter away from the other party, and still had a standard troll. When the special police saw this classic move, they all widened their eyes and looked forward to the arrival of that scene.

"Bang"

Yang Yifei did not disappoint them. He hit the tracker's chest, and his internal force exploded, and the tracker fell backwards.

"Yohoo... cool... that's it, fuck him to death..." Brady's sniper rifle resisted on his shoulder, waved his empty left hand in the air for a moment, and shouted excitedly.

However, Yang Yifei knew that he had a hard time. He kicked out the leg when he saved the reporter before, but he only relied on his physical strength and did not use internal strength at all.

If this kick hits the zombie now, it will have to fly seven or eight meters away, and there will basically be no bones in the upper body, and even its spine will be broken.

But the kick to the tracker, but it made him fall less than two meters away, and his own feet were numb.

This kick is a test, which is both a test of the physical strength of the tracker and his own strength.

Yang Yifei's final result was that he would never collide with the tracker's limbs. He would like to fight with the tracker's physical strength, unless he practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna to the tenth level, and had the power of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Or Alice's super resilience after perfectly fusion of T-virus, otherwise he would have been abused as a dog in the end.

Two dog-legged knives turned around in their hands, and Yang Yifei held the knife and met the tracker again.

However, what surprised him was that the tracker seemed to have no intention of fighting with him. He actually bypassed a little, ran a little again, and rushed directly to the theater.

...

At Umbrella Camp, Kane and the staff all exclaimed, and Thirteen guns swept at the tracker for a few seconds, but caused 3.5% damage to it and recovered 1.4%.

However, Yang Yifei's kick instantly caused 2.3% damage to the tracker. What does this mean?

"It's incredible, how did he do it?"

"Impossible, this is impossible. The data shows that his kick plus the inertia of forward rushing, the power he burst out was only about 1,600 pounds, which is the level of a top fighter. How could he cause such great damage to the tracker?"

Kane quickly ordered: "Record the data."

“yes,sir.”

Kane asked the female assistant, "Do you know what's going on?"
Chapter completed!