Chapter 231 The Land of the Living Dead

I don't know how long it took, Bridge suddenly opened his eyes in a full-cover helmet. The helmet is starting night vision mode. Under infrared electronic vision, the base channel is covered with a layer of blood-colored red light, but it is clearly visible.

There is nothing.

Bridge looked left and right and determined that there was nothing but him within 100 meters of vision. That is to say, the sense of crisis that suddenly passed in my heart just now is just an illusion.

But in an underground base like a monster's nest, Bridge did not dare to neglect it. He pulled out two folded alloy machetes from the back of his waist. The shape of the machete was only to confuse the enemy. When necessary, Bridge could throw them out to kill the enemy like boomerangs. Bridge was already a famous hunter in the wilderness before joining Asgard.

The life of harvesting prey 100 meters away is just a commonplace for him.

The weapon was held in his hand, and Bridge's mind was a little more settled. He still maintained his sitting posture and guarded with the most economical posture. Behind his cloth is a solid wall, and nothing can attack him from behind. In front of Bridge is the corner of the passage. From his direction, you can see 100 meters ahead, with an open vision and no sneak attack.

Although this person usually looks smiling, he acts very cautiously and rarely makes mistakes. Therefore, Anthony put him in charge of monitoring the wheres of the zero people.

After confirming that there was no danger, Bridge closed his eyes again. In this quiet environment, if you stare at something with your eyes open for too long, you will feel tired. The feeling of fatigue will slow down the response of the nerves and dull it with a dangerous sense of touch. As a hunter, Bridge used to monitor his prey with his ears instead of his eyes.

But not long after he closed his eyes, a "turning" sound came from afar. It was as if some prank child was rolling a glass bottle towards Bridge.

Naturally, there will be no children in the underground base.

The moment Bridge opened his eyes, he bounced up in a strange posture. If you look carefully, you will find that Bridge safely did not borrow his hands and feet, but raised the wall like a monster with claws on his back.

As soon as it bounced up, the body leaned forward slightly and the folding machete fell to the ground. If someone familiar with Bridge is here, they will know that this is his state of fighting. And it's the kind of fighting with all his strength. In fact, Bridge's nerves are now tightly broken. He has determined that the sense of crisis just now is not an illusion. Otherwise, there would be no damn sound now.

Infrared vision, Bridge saw something round rolling towards him on the other side of the channel in his helmet. He snorted, shook his right hand, and the machete took action.

The fast-rotating machete whined, facing the suspicious object from top to bottom against the ground. Cut in at an angle diagonally to the ground, and the machete bounces up the circular object and throws it into the distance. After completing this mission, the machete followed the same route and was firmly picked up by Bridge.

Even if it is a*, it was changed in the direction by Bridge's machete and popped at least dozens of meters away. Even if it exploded, it could not threaten him. But at the end of the sight, the thing bounced against the wall, but it did not explode. Instead, there was a sound of broken glass.

Bridge felt strange and walked up. In infrared vision, the wall splashed some **. It's just that in infrared vision, the color changes the original color pattern, and Bridge can't see what it is**. He simply switched back to the normal visual mode and turned on the visual light on the helmet.

The white light fell on the wall, reflecting a shocking red. Bridge quickly took off his helmet and put his nose to the edge of the wall to smell it vigorously. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood penetrated into the nose.

It's blood!

While Bridge felt something was wrong, there was a heavy breathing sound in front of the passage.

He suddenly looked forward and saw a dark shadow suddenly burst out of the darkness. The speed of the shadow is extremely fast, leaving almost a remnant in the space. It rushed straight towards Bridge, which clenched his teeth. The two knives in their hands came out at the same time and rotated to the upper and lower directions respectively. At the same time, Bridge leaned back to avoid the attack of the shadow at the first time.

Unexpectedly, the shadow suddenly stopped as it was moving forward, and the hard and sharp claws wiped out a string of sparks on the ground. In an instant, it stopped and jumped up, grabbing the ceiling and crawling quickly towards Bridge.

This time, Bridge finally saw that it was a tearer!

The Ripper, as a branch of the evolutionary path of the living corpse, maintains its human form. However, the arms and feet have been alienated, with sharp bone blades and claws, which can easily tear large animals. The torn man in front of him was transformed by a middle-aged man. The living body still maintains the human face, but the body is like a beast. The tearers are much shorter than normal people, but at the same time make them fast and flexible.

The machete fell empty and rotated back.

At the same time, the tearer of the ceiling let go of his hands and pressed down directly towards Bridge.

Bridge had no time to pay attention to who deliberately led the tearer over with blood. He grabbed the machete and cut it up. The alloy machete flashed a cold light under the light and cut straight to the torn head.

For living corpses that are difficult to kill, beheading or headshots are the most appropriate method. Bridge showed the calmness of the high-end hunters at this moment, and the trajectory of the machete accurately cut into the neck of the torn person. If it hadn't been for the mutant living corpse grabbing the Bridge Machete with its alienated sharp knife, the hunter would have almost succeeded.

The tearer closed his five fingers, and his sharp fingers tightly grasped the alloy machete and slammed to the right.

Bridge screamed that although his arm had not been torn by the torn man, it had been dislocated. He was not suspicious at the moment, and his left-hand machete directly cut the abdomen of the corpse. There was a sound of leather breaking, and the abdomen of the living body was immediately pulled open by the machete. But the torn man didn't realize it and bit Bridge's right arm with a force.

With a bite and pull, the alienated, round mouthpiece full of sharp teeth immediately brought up Bridge's flesh and blood and nerves. Bridge screamed in pain, and his left machete plunged into the torn person's neck. With another hard cut back, the torn head immediately flew out, and the mouth on the head still did not forget to swallow the muscles torn off Bridge's hand into his mouth.

After another chewing, the living body swallowed. But the head was broken, and the flesh and blood slipped out of the broken throat.

Push away the body of the living body, and Bridge stood up. Looking at his bloody right arm, he scolded, "Damn it!"

Like zombies in countless science fiction works, four teeth in the row of teeth of the living corpses are hollow. Among them, the poisonous glands are connected to the gums. While biting the prey, the living corpse will inject the virus from the poisonous gland into the hunting object, thus transforming the prey into their kind.

The toxin level of the tearer was obviously above the ordinary living corpse. Bridge was bitten by it, but his face was already covered with black gas. He couldn't take care of anything and quickly took out a field emergency medicine from the carrying tool behind him. I don't know if this thing can neutrally neutrally the virus of the torn person, Bridge gritted his teeth and inserted the needle into the artery on his neck.

With the press of the hand, all the ** in the injection was injected into Bridge's body. Bridge's right arm was unconscious, but after the injection, he began to feel some pain. Bridge was not surprised and happy, and the pain in his arm recovered, indicating that the injection had worked.

As soon as he reached out to pick up the alloy machete on the ground, he heard a creepy roar behind him. Bridge took out a cold fireworks from the carrying tool, lit it and threw it into the dark place in front of the passage. A pale light passed through the darkness of the passage and fell on the ground.

After a moment, a hand with rotten skin grasped the cold fireworks and raised it. So, a woman's face appeared in the firelight. It can be said that this woman's facial features are exquisite, especially her lips, which are full and thick. If you change the time and place, maybe Bridge will whistle for her sexy.

But now, looking at this female corpse and hundreds of swaying figures behind her, Bridge has no idea.

"Damn, what's the situation? Isn't it said that there are no aliens in the underground floor? What the fuck are these living corpses?

In Bridge's angry scolding, the body quickly ran to the operating platform where the Pioneer team was located. Behind him, the female corpse with cold fireworks threw it underground and screamed and chased after Bridge. Behind the female living corpses, more living corpses ran as fast as rabbits.

As soon as Bridge ran out a few steps, there was a crashing sound behind him. In his busy schedule, he looked back and saw that more than a dozen living bodies were so fast that he couldn't help hitting the wall directly. But when they got up, they shook their heads and chased Bridge.

In the room of the operating platform, a sudden and rapid knock on the door opened Anthony's eyes. He looked at the gate vigilantly and wink at Luca.

Luca was relieved and gestured to another melee player, Gail. The two took out the weapon they were good at and closed it to the door.

Outside the door, Bridge's hasty cry sounded: "Open the door!"

Luca frowned, made a posture that could attack at any time, and then wink at Gail, signaling him to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bridge's embarrassed figure reflected in Luca's eyes. Luca asked in astonishment, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yes..." Bridge was about to say something, but he was suddenly dragged away by something. He jumped back and disappeared into the darkness with a scream.

Luca rushed out and turned on his visual light source. The light hit forward, but a group of living corpses surrounded Bridge and ate Bridge's body desperately. Bridge, who was eaten by the corpses, could only raise one left hand weakly. But soon, the hand finally hung down.

Luca took a deep breath and then made a retreat gesture to the people in the door.

More and more living corpses are being attracted by the blood in the air. With the firepower of the pioneers, it is not enough to fight against so many living corpses. Therefore, they can't stay at the exit of the first floor. Although he is unwilling, he can only leave.