"Let me in, let me in!"

"Damn it, I'm an American citizen, you don't have the right to do this to us!"

"I will sue you, and I will sue you in the court."

"I am a government official, you have no right to stop me."

Such voices kept erupting in the crowd, some cried and begged, some blew up and threatened, and some were forced by power. These methods may be very useful in normal times, but now, here, they only cause disaster.

Especially for Raymond's deputy, he had been tortured by various psychological pressure and became nervous after hearing these sounds, he immediately grabbed the guy beside him and shouted at him.

"Let these guys shut up, shut up. I don't want to hear these nonsense. Let them go back to the city, or I'll kill you. Do you know!"

The guy who was pulled by him had never seen such a formation. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Sir, sir. We can open fire and we can disperse them immediately."

"Then open fire for me, no matter how many people you shoot. As long as you can expel them, you can fire anyway." The deputy's gloomy face was ferocious and terrifying, and his heart was completely distorted.

"As for the order, sir." The soldier who was frightened by his hideous appearance responded quickly, and then began to convey his orders.

Soon, the soldiers on the wall received a crazy order. They silently opened the insurance, waiting for the last order.

"Give you one last chance, look back. Otherwise I will order you to shoot you immediately." The deputy's hoarse voice was transmitted to everyone's ears through the radio. The cold tone made the survivors burst out louder again.

Everyone thought he was crazy, even he felt so. So he gritted his teeth and ordered viciously.

"Start fire, fire. Kill all those who are close to the defense. It is better to die at our hands than to die under a nuclear bomb. Didn't you hear it? Open fire immediately."

However, no matter how he shouted, the commissar next to him did not respond to him. It was as if he had not heard him at all.

Or it doesn't seem like I didn't hear it, but I can't hear the sound anymore.

When Raymond's adjutant turned his head angrily, trying to see what the guy next to him was doing, all he saw was a guy whose head was pierced by sharp arrows.

He was about to shout loudly, but the sound of the wind was already ringing in his ears. A sharp arrow had already penetrated his throat before the sound of the wind came into his ears. Blood choked into the trachea and esophagus, blocking all his voices, and even took away his consciousness. He stretched out his hand desperately to grab something, but he couldn't catch anything. As soon as he saw dark, the madman who had just come out completely left the world.

In the shadow in the distance, a guy who looked very ordinary and had only very sharp eyes quietly put down the recurved bow in his hand and pressed the earphone in his ear.

"The action begins, clean up all targets!"

As soon as he finished speaking, well-equipped soldiers emerged from the shadows on the wall. These soldiers either cut their throats, shot, or pushed people directly under the wall. In just a few seconds, the Umbrella soldiers on the wall were cleaned up.

The armed helicopters hovering in the sky also suffered the same fate. Various attacks that emerged from somewhere directly penetrated the cockpit on the plane, causing these planes to fall from the sky like balls of fire.

In almost a few breaths, Umbrella's armed forces were cleaned up. Except for a few civilians, all the guys with guns were quietly removed.

Not to mention the survivors below, even Umbrella did not expect this situation. And while everyone was still in the clouds, a group of extremely weird-looking planes appeared in the air.

These planes seemed to appear out of thin air, with no sound at all, and there was no sign of any sign. When people looked up, they were already hovering in the air. The camouflage armor flashed with subtle arcs and mosaic-like light and shadow, which made everyone feel like they were seeing ghosts.

"What kind of airplane is this?" This is the idea of ​​ordinary people.

And those elite policemen and U.B.C.S were thinking.

"Optical Camo Technology? Special Forces?"

And soon someone responded to their thoughts. Colson, whose hairline was severely delayed, stood on the open hatch door of the plane, holding a huge microphone and saying to everyone.

"Everyone, this is the Delta Special Forces and the CIA Joint Rescue Force. You are safe. Please stay where you are safe. We will set up a rescue and medical camp immediately. Medical items and food will be distributed. We will check your bodies for you and make sure everything is safe. We will arrange for you to leave. I hope you can cooperate with our actions. Repeat the other way, we have formed..."

After the survivors of ups and downs were rescued, they all accepted Colson's arrangements very honestly. Under Colson's arrangements, the members of SHIELD, who were under the names of other troops, began to form camps with extremely high efficiency.

Doctors, food, guards, and a large number of medical equipment were all airlifted. With the support of these supplies, it took not long for a huge survivor camp to appear under the wall. Everything was in order, allowing many people to see hope of survival.

But Colson knew that this was just the beginning of everything and the real test was coming.

There were crowds of howlings from afar, which were the sounds of zombies chasing after the survivors. Thousands of them were like surging waves. And they were huge waves from the underworld. Once they were contaminated, they would end up dead without a burial place.

After obtaining accurate information, Colson naturally did not dare to let the surging corpse tide approach the newly established camp. Once the defense line was broken, almost no one could escape. So he immediately ordered.

"Barton, bring the plane and combat troops to stop these monsters from coming. Allow you to use all the heavy weapons, but you must never let any monster break through your defense!"

"Leave it to me!" The man with sharp eyes nodded, called the person and boarded the plane, flew towards the tide of corpse. In order to deal with Umbrella, they were well prepared. Whether it was the tide of corpse or other monsters, they were no problem to solve. Advanced weapons and sufficient logistical support were their proud power.

As the most powerful intelligence organization in the world, they have a natural advantage in dealing with such things. So Colson is not worried that Patton will fail at all, but he is worried about other problems.

His eyes were staring at the orderly camp, but his feet were moving back and forth restlessly. When a heavy-duty subordinate appeared in front of him, he immediately asked impatiently.

"How is it, can it be solved?"

"Sir, please look." The subordinate holding the tablet put the things in his hand in front of Colson. Through this screen, Colson could clearly see a group of people sleeping in huge freezers. A faint cold mist lingers around them. The medical instruments next to them showed that they were in a low-cost sleeping state.

"At present, we have controlled more than 300 infected people. The viruses on them are not active in ultra-low temperature environments, so there is no risk of transformation for the time being." The subordinate explained while calling out another cell map.

"This is the situation in the infected person's body. The virus slows down the erosion of cells and other tissues due to the low temperature, but this erosion has not stopped, but is still going on. It's just that time has become longer. Therefore, everything is temporary at present. We can only relieve it but not cure it. We need more detailed virus information."

"How long can you win me?" Everyone wants more detailed information, but Colson really can't get such a thing now. Natasha still has no news. He must plan the worst.

| "Not many, sir. With our current technology, we can only last for twenty-four hours at most. After twenty-four hours, these infected people will be completely transformed. I'd better be prepared!"

It goes without saying what preparation is. After all, SHIELD is an intelligence organization, and there are not many such organizations that have never killed anyone. For now, the last method must be to eliminate these infected people. SHIELD cannot allow these things to enter human society. If they do this, their current efforts will be completely in vain.

"Delivery for me as much as you can." Colson did not express his attitude clearly, he just repeated it over and over again. "I will get the information back. Before that, you must ensure that these people are alive, do you understand!"

"I will work hard, sir!"

"I want you to do your best, this is the order!" Colson increased the volume.

"As for orders, sir!" his subordinate saluted and hurried back to his position. Colson asked him to do his best to save these people, so he naturally had to do his best. Racing against time is an inevitable choice.

Seeing his subordinates leaving, Colson finally couldn't help but murmur.

"Natasha, this time it's really up to you."

At this time, in a hospital near Laken Central Primary School, Natasha was in a stalemate with someone.

She pressed her hands on the head of a blond loli and protected her behind her. She quietly poked out from the corner.

The gunshot immediately rang out, and a sharp pain suddenly came from her arms. This made her quickly retract and rub it hard.

Because she wore a nano-metal combat suit, the shooting did not play any other role except for causing her some pain. However, she still did not dare to move around. The combat suit did not protect her head. She still couldn't escape death after being shot there. What's more, there was a target around her that needed protection.
Chapter completed!