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Chapter 90 Charge to Death

 "Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the tentacles piercing the air passed by D-1999's scalp.

"Pfft!" The tentacles easily penetrated the armor made of titanium alloy and penetrated the body of a living dead.

However, when the attacking black monster tried to retract its tentacles, it found that no matter how hard it tried, it could not move its tentacles.

Just looking at the living dead who was penetrated by the tentacles, he seemed not to care about the injury in his abdomen, and his left hand immediately grasped the tentacles that penetrated his abdomen.

Pulled back hard.

"Roar!?" The black monster hiding on the second floor let out a confused roar and was suddenly dragged out by the living dead.

See this.

"Tap!" D-1999, D-1247 and other D-class personnel immediately raised their guns and started shooting.

"Roar!!!" Accompanied by the unwilling roar of the black monster, it was still in the air and could not withstand the attack and spontaneously combusted, eventually turning into a pile of ashes and falling to the ground.

Although they can deal with this one, there are still a steady stream of black monsters attacking them.

There is already a living dead soldier who was pierced by the tentacles of several black monsters at the same time.

Even though this type of penetrating injury was nothing to the living dead, two fists were no match for four hands, and the living dead was dragged into the fog by several black monsters.

Moreover, many D-class personnel have suffered casualties. Those who were penetrated by tentacles through the chest and abdomen were all fatal injuries. Even if they were rescued by the living dead or companions, their lives would be short-lived.

"Pfft... cough... grass, die... die..."

"Come on! Come on! Hahaha!"

But with a fierceness that was not afraid of death, the injured D-class personnel collapsed on the ground, or leaned against the wall to fight back at the black monsters.

But the final result of these wounded people was either death from excessive injuries, or being dragged into the fog by those black monsters.

D-1999 couldn't see clearly what the situation at the front of the team was, but he knew that the team that was heading towards the city center was now stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

It can't be like this.

Stopping here to defend will only lead to death.

"Hey!" D-1999 yelled at the living dead: "Go forward! Protect us and go forward!"

"…"

The living dead didn't reply, but they still followed the advice and reorganized their formation and walked quickly towards the city center.

"Everyone! Our mission is not to destroy these indestructible ghosts! Follow those living dead and charge towards the city center!"

D-1999 shouted while putting a new magazine on M41A, then adjusted his body shape to follow behind the living dead, raising his gun to shoot at the black monsters who tried to sneak attack the living dead.

"Hahaha! That's right! Guys, let's rush!" D-1247 was the first to respond.

Immediately afterwards, the team that had stalled started to move forward again due to D-1999's actions.

But the momentum of this advance is no longer as orderly and defensive as before, but more like a suicidal charge.

Fortunately, the tyrants at the front of the team who are responsible for clearing the way have not suffered any losses yet. They are definitely a killer weapon against the humanoid black monsters.

Even those black spider monsters can't cause much harm to the tyrant.

Although the living dead suffered some losses, they were still the backbone of the firepower output. Coupled with the assistance of dozens of D-class personnel, the entire team actually advanced about four kilometers.

As for the cloned cat face, which has disappeared from everyone's sight since the beginning, it is still jumping between buildings with ease, killing the black monsters who try to sneak attack the team.

But when the team was only two kilometers away from the city center, several giants made up of a large number of black monsters blocked their unstoppable edge.

The height of those giants is almost 20 meters, and there are dense red light spots on their heads, which are very unfriendly to patients with trypophobia.

??????!!

(Arrogant!)

????????????????????????!!

(You will eventually become our food!)

The giant black monster also shouted words that D-1999 and D-1247 did not understand.

However, the shouts of the giant black monster are a sign of fear in their eyes, which also means that they are close to their destination.

It's a pity that the tyrants cannot pose an effective threat to these giant black monsters.

The size difference between 3 meters and 20 meters is not something that the T-103 type tyrant can handle. Even if the tyrants remove the windbreaker restraints and actively enter the release form, they are no match for the giant black monster.

Moreover, the giant black monster was not the giant centipede that the tracker dealt with at that time, and there were not even one in number.

In an instant, this "death-oriented" team was torn apart by giant black monsters and countless black monsters.

The team is divided.

D-class personnel and the living dead were forced to leave the spacious main road and had to deal with the black monsters in the alleys between buildings.

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Soon.

A low-rise building less than 100 meters away from the center of Sheheba.

Two D-class personnel, D-1999 and D-1247, are hiding in a house facing east on the second floor of a low building.

The two of them squatted on the balcony and stuck their heads out, looking towards the cross streets in the city center.

The dense fog in this area is relatively thin, and visibility has been greatly improved.

Just look at the center of the cross street, and there is a door emitting a strange purple light.

On the other side of the door is a deserted place, and the sky is like a hell scene burning with flames.

Moreover, the two of them also saw a large number of 2-meter-tall humanoid black monsters, dragging the bodies of their D-class companions, lining up to pass through the strange door.

On the contrary, the corpses of the living dead, tyrants and cloned cat faces were randomly discarded by the black monsters on the side of the door, as if they disliked such soulless corpses.

When the team was broken up, the two of them took advantage of the chaos to charge forward, and finally arrived at the house on the second floor.

Originally, they could still hear sparse gunshots and shouts, but now it was completely silent, which meant that they might be the only survivors of the entire team.

"Dad! Don't leave me! Don't!" D-1999 still had auditory hallucinations in his ears.

D-1247 shook his head suddenly, seemingly hearing something.

Take it easy.

"Man." D-1247, who was staring at the movement ahead, said softly: "It seems that this situation requires a bait to lure those dogs away."

"..." D-1999 nodded wordlessly.

"I'll do it." D-1247 suggested.

Hearing this, D-1999 turned to look at D-1247 in slight surprise.

"Oh, don't think of me too noble, man, you have to enter the other side of the door, and let me tell you, if you can't solve the source of those dogs, I will never let you go."
D-1247 said calmly.

"Okay." D-1999 was not the kind of person to be pretentious and nodded immediately in agreement.

The next two people left the second floor, bent down and walked quickly through the alleys, and finally came to the small courtyard to the west of the cross street.

"Take care, buddy."

D-1247 smiled and patted D-1999 on the shoulder, then picked up the 12mm pulse machine gun, rushed out of the small courtyard and ran to the south without looking back.

"Tap-tat-tat!" Crazy machine gun fire.

"You bitches! Your father is here! Haha! Die! Die!" and D-1247's loud shouting.

"Roar!"

This movement successfully attracted the attention of most of the black monsters, who also started chasing D-1247 with shouts.


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