The tyrants raging on the grass in Central Park are not completely physical.

In fact, in the production process of the biological weapons of the Umbrella Company, it has only completed the transformation period and entered the second stage.

Various hormone modulations of mature bodies have not been carried out to make it stronger, faster, and have higher self-healing power.

It has not been subject to the last stage of restraint.

According to the definition of a mass-produced tyrant by the umbrella, this is a perfect weapon that can fight in the dual form of "normal" and "release".

Because in addition to the battlefield, its future role also maintains the order of the new world of Hydra, its appearance must be handled as necessary.

Simply put, you cannot scare ordinary people who will be protected by Hydra Order in the future...

Therefore, all tyrants with complete bodies will regain their human form like Wisk.

Under normal circumstances, wearing a solemn and majestic binding coat, using power and speed far beyond ordinary people to conduct public security and maintain combat with less intensity.

When encountering dangerous opponents, they will break away from the restrained form and enter the true form of the tyrant to fight.

However, in the explosive form, the terrifying explosive power released will also cause the tyrant to suffer physical damage during combat. If this biological weapon is in a release state for a long time, like a conventional hot weapon, it needs to be maintained regularly.

Therefore, setting a double form is definitely not just a design for beauty, but also a consideration of extending the service life of biological weapons.

Therefore, the out-of-control tyrant is actually not very threatening at the moment.

But if it had fought with its arrogant power, it would have been solved by the cloak and two veterans long ago...

The reason why this guy is difficult is that in addition to the power of viruses that have not yet grown to the limit, there is another power in his body that can pass through the shadows.

That is the power of the "beast" that is possessed by the faith of the experiment.

This evil spirit power allows the tyrant who is not fully physically possesses more difficult destructive power than the tyrant of the fully physically physically physically.

At this moment, the tyrant who had finally completed a killing was roaring.

The feeling of warm blood sprinkling on his face made the murderous desire in his heart beat even more. It roared and pounced on the team members behind him who kept firing, like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep.

The alienated claws swung around, and the sharp claw blade almost died when touched.

The commando, which took the information of ordinary tyrants, was caught in a fatal death at this moment because of the information that was completely unequal.

"Frank...go!"

Russo rushed to Frank, and he lifted Frank with his broken leg from the ground. The handsome young man looked at the tyrant who wanted to massacre the commando in front of him, and a trace of fear belonging to ordinary people flashed in his eyes.

He said to his brother:

"This is not a monster we can deal with... Let's go."

"I think we can deal with it! Russo."

Frank, whose face was covered in blood, was unwilling to admit defeat. He pointed to the pulse gun in the pool of blood on the ground and said to his good brother:

"Let it rush out like this... This neighborhood is over, there is nothing in this world that cannot be killed... Just like before, Russo, let's join forces to kill it!"

The veteran turned his head and shouted to the cloak behind him:

"Hi, cloak boy, help us! Don't let it move around..."

"good!"

The cloak did not hesitate. The wide cloak with black patterns floated behind him. The darkness under the cloak wrapped him, allowing him to appear in front of the crazy tyrant the next moment.

Tayron raised his hands, and the beating shadow wrapped around the tyrant's limbs like a long whip, bound it to its original place, and began to absorb its vitality continuously.

The tyrant struggled, waving its giant claws, and every time it danced, it could tear away Tyrone's bondage, but it was like falling into a mud.

When the cloak completely gave up the attack and turned to bondage, even this fierce tyrant would find it difficult to break free from the power of darkness in a short period of time.

"Click"

Frank, who was lying on the ground, pulled the bolt of the pulse gun and adjusted the ammunition mode of the weapon to gunpowder bullets.

They have also been exposed to this new weapon on the battlefield in Afghanistan and know that this thing has two modes to deal with different occasions.

Frank's expression looked bad at this time, after all, his calves had just been crushed by the tyrant.

The pain stimulated his thinking one after another, but the veteran with an almost steely consciousness with a sense of invasion of pain.

Submission to pain can make people cowardly, and even with a weapon, they cannot exert their true power.

Billy Russo, who was lying on the ground, was kneeling beside Frank, and was also holding a pulse gun. The weapons of the two were stained with blood and disgusting flesh. It was the masterpiece of the crazy tyrant in front of him.

They are aiming.

Just like when they were on the battlefield in Afghanistan, the best sniper team consisting of two powerful snipers.

"If we don't hit the key..."

Russo adjusted his breathing, and the smell of blood from the gun penetrated into his nostrils, regaining a trace of the feeling of being on the battlefield.

In the scope, the intelligent sight was finely adjusting the focal length according to his posture, exposing the tyrant's distorted, bloody and bloody eyes completely before his eyes.

The tyrant's eyes were blown up by Russo once before, but in just a few minutes, the wound had almost healed.

He said to Frank beside him:

"According to the speed and strength of that guy, we couldn't even run, but it's good that if you were hit by such a guy, death is instantaneous and there will be no pain."

"This scene can't scare me."

Frank was also adjusting, and he said in a hoarse tone:

"I still remember that time in Kandahar, many years ago, we were still young at that time..."

"Do you still remember him? Merlin, that madman, we only have a few people, but we have to save the entire army...that is the real big scene."

"Put the eyes?"

Russo confirmed the target and said:

"Or somewhere else?"

"If it had that life, you might have better effect on hitting it."

Frank was still in a bad mood to joke, he said:

"But I guess it doesn't, so my eyes are done. You can locate it, I'll detonate it, blow it up, if it still has that thing..."

"good."

Russo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, putting his fingers on the trigger, manipulating the dark power in his cloak, fixing the tyrant in place, the handsome young man took a deep breath, and he held his breath.

Frank made the same move.

"Bang"

The brass bullet was hit by a striker, and in the familiar smell of gunpowder, the scorching arrow pierced the armor-piercing missile flew out of the gun chamber.

"Bang"

At the same moment, the extremely penetrating ray also shot out from the top of Russo's pulse gun. In less than a hundredth of a second, the first-coming posture accurately hit the tyrant's only twisted little eyes.

It was like a scorching thorn piercing into the eye socket at this moment, burning the alienated vitreous body through.

As the blood and liquid dissipated, a bloody hole appeared on the tyrant's face.

And at the same second, the sharp, high-speed spinning brass bullet penetrated into the tyrant's eye socket along the blood hole opened by the ray.

Such gunpowder weapons cannot harm the tyrant's strong skull, and even the off-white keratinous skin on the surface of the body cannot penetrate it.

But if the tyrant's skull is not alienated too much, it means that the back of its eye socket is still an area of ​​the brain.

For any living organism, the brain is the most fatal weakness.

The scorching bullet hit the tyrant's head through his eye sockets, hitting the thing that was twice as small as an ordinary person's brain. In less than a second, it stirred the thing into a disgusting mosaic.

The body of the tyrant who was constantly struggling in the quagmire of shadow also represented dullness at this moment, as if the switch was turned off.

Its body is still alive, but its brain is dead...

Perhaps a tyrant with a complete body can continue to fight without a brain, but this is obviously not yet complete.

"Bang"

Its huge body fell to the ground, its bloody eyes staring at the sky, as if it was really dead.

This scene made the commandos who escaped the fate of being crushed to death by the tyrant. They were stunned on this grass that had been completely turned into hell on earth.

Tairon, the cape, was cautious and did not put away the power of the shadows. He could feel that there was still strong vitality in the tyrant's body.

That comes from the vitality of T virus, it is still...

Just like a demon, he is still entrenched in this dead body, like a futile driver, constantly trying to restart it.

“Its brain is repairing quickly.”

Tyron said to Frank Casol, who was supported by Russo and walked towards him:

"That's not enough to kill it."

"Bang, bang, bang"

The next second, Frank, holding a gun, poked the gun on the tyrant's hideous head and shot three times in his eye socket.

In the smell of fishy blood and smoke, the tyrant's brain, which had just shown signs of repair, was torn to pieces again.

The soldier shrugged, and he looked at the man in the cloak in front of him, and he said:

"What about now?"

“It’s not enough.”

Russo, who was holding Frank, wiped the blood from his face, and the handsome young man said to the commando closest to him:

"Give me a bomb."

The masked team member didn't know whether he was frightened or because of his life-saving grenade. In short, he took off a high-explosion grenade from his waist and threw it to Russo.

A few minutes later, accompanied by a dull explosion, the tyrant's head was shattered by the grenades being thrust into his eyes.

No matter how strong its skull is, it has its limits. Faced with this destruction from the inside out, the twisted skull is like a watermelon that explodes completely.

Disgusting, the red mixed with the dizzy liquid and minced meat made the whole grass even more disgusting.

"Well, the vitality is decaying...it's rapid attenuation."

The cape said to the two veterans around him:

“It’s dead.”

"Congratulations, both of you, you have achieved heroic feats... Most ordinary people cannot do this."

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"I thought the tyrant would be killed, and the moment it broke out in control and rushed into New York, I expected this ending."

In the experimental base in Raccoon City, Mrs. Larson looked at the magic projection in front of her and said to Wisk beside her:

"After all, that city is full of strange guys. Those active superheroes are fully capable of killing it. After all, it is just an unfinished mass-produced weapon..."

"Although you have strange abilities, your strength is just that, just sloppy."

"But what I didn't expect was that it was actually killed by two ordinary people."

Mrs. Hydra squinted her eyes, and she looked at Frank Casol and Billy Russo in the projection, she said:

"This is really a surprise."

"This shows that the tyrant also has weaknesses, Madam."

Wisk also lamented the cooperation between the two veterans and their keen observation of the enemy's weaknesses, and he said to Mrs. Larson:

"Although we also have plans for this, this actual combat exposed the weakness of the tyrant in advance... Whether a weapon is useful or not can be used can not explain the problem."

"Yes, actual combat, only actual combat can be done."

Mrs. Hydra nodded with conscientiousness, her fingers pounding on the armrest of the wheelchair, and she said:

"So, this accident may not be a bad thing, immediately reorganize the plan to make up for the weakness of the tyrant's weakness of stopping action after being destroyed. Also, these two people... they aroused my interest."

The lady breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wisk:

"If we want to make the most powerful biological weapon, then we should also be more 'special' in the raw materials, and it would be very suitable for both of them..."

Mrs. Larson stared at Frank and Russo on the magic projection, and she said to Wisk beside her:

"Check their background, if you can..."

"Just recruit them, just treat them as a 'reward' for completing the difficult challenge with their mortal body."

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A week later, Merlin returned to New York.

He was entrusted by Pierce with an important task one hour after the tyrant's out of control and went to Switzerland to attend a meeting of high-level and important content on his behalf.

It was a high-level meeting related to intelligence equipment, which happened to be the scope of Superintendent Merlin. In addition, Pierce suddenly fell ill in bed, and under the old man's prayer-like commission, Merlin could not even shirk.

Fortunately, there was nothing worth paying attention to in this week except for the tyrant's out of control.

And the tyrant's incident was controlled several hours after it was out of control.

Merlin also learned from the follow-up report sent by Agent McCree that he was his old friend, veterans Frank Casol and Billy Russo, who retired from Afghanistan, killed the dangerous virus-infected body.

But Merlin did not disclose his personal relationship with these two guys.

On the one hand, in order to avoid suspicion, he did not want to cause trouble to Frank and Russo because of his identity.

On the other hand, it was also because of Maria's affairs.

Frank's wife was hit by a bullet in the spine and was still in a coma. This was a very bad thing. Merlin planned to contact two old friends in her personal capacity to see if she could help.

He was preparing for Maria's best neurosurgeon, Mr. Stephen Strange, to repair the bullet-breaking spine for the poor woman rescued by Dupend.

However, just as Merlin set foot on the land of New York, a bad news was sent to Merlin through Icarus's communication.

"What does this mean?"

On the way back to Trident headquarters, Merlin pushed his glasses, looking at the news on the lenses, he said:
Chapter completed!