Section 5 Mutation ()

The wheels crushed the dirt road covered with sand and stone, causing waves of swaying bumps. This also added a little fatigue to the faces of the soldiers who had just passed the life and death in the carriage.

The mutants did not continue to encircle the convoy. When the bodies of the sneak attackers were thrown off the assault vehicle, they seemed to be very frightened, and moved away from their original positions and curled up to the dark corners of the surrounding houses. They watched silently as the human convoy ran away from their own faces.

Lin Xiang raised his head and leaned on the hard deck of the carriage in silence. Until now, what was filled with his mind was still everything that happened more than ten minutes ago.

That voice was definitely not an illusion. He was sure that he had heard it. But... how to say it, the voice that appeared in his mind was not a Chinese that he was familiar with. It was an alternative language that he had never heard and was extremely unfamiliar with.

However, he could understand.

Perhaps, this cannot be considered as listening. How to say it! It seems like a voice lurking in the mind, a mysterious consciousness, using this special method to let him "know" what happened to him.

This is really weird. Lin Xiang thinks: This is simply a scene that only happens in movies.

Also, the mutant who was killed looked at him was so strange. The red blood light reflected in its eyes seemed to fade slightly in an instant. There was no such hideousness and cruelty as before. Instead, it seemed...it seemed to be fear, and...and respect...

Is this possible? No, it sounds more like a joke.

Gene lock...parasit...hell, what exactly are these!

"call--"

Lin Xiang pulled the buttons on the collar of the protective suit and took a deep breath. He wanted to clear all the strange thoughts from his mind. However, the more he did this, all kinds of chaotic thoughts were like flies hovering back and forth, making him restless for a moment.

Just as his fingers unbuttoned the buttons, Lin Xiang's body suddenly trembled slightly. He was about to split the collar to the two sides of his palms, but he felt as if he was shocked and frightened, and suddenly froze there.

Shoulder and neck... wound... By the way, that wound, where I was stabbed by a mutant when I was escaping Kunming City. Could it be that... I finally became one of those monsters?

He subconsciously pinched his left hand and found that the soft five fingers showed no sign of being glued and put together. Although the exposed skin was a little dark, it still maintained its original color, rather than being as dark as coal and ink like a mutant.

In other words: I am still a normal human being now...

Sitting in the bumpy and shaking car body, the cold sweat from the forehead had completely soaked the ends of my hair. It was precisely because of this that my involuntary body trembled and was completely covered by the vibration of the car body.

Lin Xiang was sure that he had been infected by the unknown virus. But what puzzled him was that his body did not mutate like those killed dead.

This is not normal.

So many people are dead, but I am the exception?

What is the answer...

"Cruff--"

Suddenly, the brake sound caused by violent friction between the rubber tires and the ground caused a burst of shock and panic in the escape team. Through the glass front of the assault vehicle, you can clearly see that more than a dozen mutants with oblique bone blades were slowly walking from the opposite side of the street. The eyes that were deeply trapped in the eye sockets were filled with blood, desire and desire.

Qi Yue did not give an order, and no one shot. Except for the child who hid in his mother's arms and cried in his arms, everyone was looking at these terrible life seekers with complex and fearful eyes.

All the mutants were wearing tattered gray-green military protective suits. Several of them even wore blood-stained m5 military helmets. At the upper end of the left arm of the protective suit, there was a five-star pattern with a red base and yellow edges, and the word "army" embroidered with eye-catching black thread.

"They used to be our people..."

The colonel's face turned blue, murmured subconsciously, and his hands tightly clamped the butt, trembling involuntarily.

As the most elite soldier, he can bravely face any opponent. However, these monsters appearing in front of him are living former companions!

He really couldn't do it. It was as uncomfortable as shooting himself, but his brother ended up feeling...

"Get out of here-"

Suddenly, Lin Xiang jumped up from the carriage like a furious lion, and suddenly snatched the g180s long-range sniper rifle from the hands of the soldiers next to him, and placed it heavily on the beam of the roof. With the dull gunshots, the head of the mutant man walking in the front had already exploded with a blood hole as thick as a bowl's mouth.

"They are no longer humans. You must kill them, hurry up and start-"

Lin Xiang roared at the top of his lungs, and shot bullets accurately through the cross on the scope. Two lines of dazzling tears had already rolled down his cheeks.

Those mutant people are their comrades-in-arms. If it weren't for them, I would have probably died in Kunming City and became a walking corpse looking for prey among the ruins.

Lin Xiang still clearly remembers what the captain said to him when he was dying.

"While I'm still awake, cut off my head. Don't be like a girl. I'm a soldier and I'm going to die upright. Please, don't let me become that cold-blooded monster-"

Death is the easiest relief. The mutation of the corpse is the greatest insult to the deceased.

"shooting--"

The dense rain of bullets shot out from multiple machine guns beat the approaching mutants step by step. The violent metal barrage tore their strong bodies into pieces. The bullets that pierced the body, splashed with warm brains and soft heart fragments... A few minutes later, only black corpses lying in pools of blood were left on the spacious streets.

Lin Xiang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, jumped out of the carriage expressionlessly, and walked quickly to the corpse closest to the mutant. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, aimed at the neck that was still twitching. With the sound of dismemberment of flesh and blood, he picked up a square pendant from the smelly flesh and blood, and carefully put it into his pocket on his chest.

That is the identity plate of the Republic's soldiers. From generals to soldiers, everyone has it.

The second one.

The third one...

No one spoke, no one stopped him. It was not until he collected all the nameplates on all the bodies and returned to the car that the convoy carrying refugees started again. With the sound of the roaring motor, he quickly drove away from the dead city that was no different from the ruins.

On the gray roof, a half-foot square chandeliers hung. The hazy lights reflected from the frosted glass cover, showing a pale yellow similar to amber.

Since returning from the mission, Lin Xiang has been lying on the bed, looking woodenly at the ceiling above his head. A chandelier and a few cement tops separated by plastic strips have become the only content that will not change in his eyes.

On the wooden table with military green paint in front of the bed, there is a lunch box with an open lid. Through the solidified grease and the meat and vegetables squeezed together, you can see that the rice grains pressed underneath are already cold and hard. Despite this, in the eyes of the hungry, they still have the most primitive temptation.

Although his belly was already empty, Lin Xiang had no appetite at all. He just stared at the ceiling blankly, not wanting to speak, and his thinking was blank... as if he was a zombie without consciousness and could not move.

It has been two full days since I kept it like this.

Many people have visited him.

The curious officers and soldiers, the reporters who wanted to discover exclusive reports, and the medical officers who were worried about their physical condition... Everyone was blocked by Qi Yue at the door without exception. Faced with many dissatisfied faces and questioning eyes, the colonel only said one sentence.

"If you are forced to kill your friends and relatives with your own hands, then you will become the same as him."

Perhaps it was because the body felt a little numb after maintaining the same posture for a long time. After the afternoon dining call was blown, Lin Xiang finally got up from the bed where he had been lying for nearly fifty hours.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" The colonel sat indifferently on the chair next to him, holding a lit cigarette in his hand as usual.

He has been staying here these days.

Lin Xiang's eyes were filled with blood, fatigue and haggardness appeared under his pale skin, and his hair, which had not been combed for a long time, was scattered on his forehead. He stuck out his tongue, licked his chapped lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, hesitantly and lowly: "...Can you take me to the shooting range?"

"boom--"

He glanced at the moving target that was blown up in pieces with expressionless expression, loosened his palm, and the empty magazine slid down from the gun handle. Then, he took a new magazine from the equipment table next to him, filled, loaded, and fired.

Half an hour passed, the shells scattered at Lin Xiang's feet were everywhere, and the ammunition boxes on the equipment table were completely cleared. The observer sitting in the monitoring room opened his mouth wide and stared at Lin Xiang with one hand holding a gun on the screen in a daze.

The "Te Six" pistol has a great hand resonance. It will cause huge vibrations to the shoulders, neck and other parts in a short period of time. In this case, the paralyzed nerves not only make the shooting accurate hit, but also cause tear damage to the joints and ligaments.

The young warrant officer in front of him actually produced more than 700 special burst bombs in thirty minutes. Not only did he shoot without any flaws, but he also maintained a one-handed shooting posture.

This completely overturned the observers' perception of firearms.

With seven hundred heavy rear seat impacts, even the all-steel shoulder pads can be shattered. Could it be that this guy's bones are harder than high-strength alloy?

Qi Yue sat in the audience with his hands crossed, looking at Lin Xiang without saying a word.

Although there was no expression on his face, his heart was also filled with great shock.

As the commander of the Sixty-four Mobile Team, he is of course very clear about the specific parameters and power of various firearms.

When shooting with a special burst projectile, your continuous shooting record is 271. As for shooting accuracy, it is maintained at about 75%. This is the limit that your body can bear, and it is also the elite record that the military forces of various countries have verified so far.

The young man in front of him was more than twice his record. What's even more terrifying is that the hit rate actually reached 100%.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Qi Yue wouldn't believe it was true.

This made the colonel very confused.

The 75th Infantry Division is just a Type B combat unit, how could it have such excellent soldiers? Regardless of other aspects, the shooting ability just showed is enough to be one of the most elite troops.

He knew very well that the reason why Lin Xiang asked to come to the shooting range was to fully release the pain and dullness in his heart amid the pervasive smoke and deafening roar. Could it be that this powerful and terrifying strength comes from the potential explosion when facing death?

The colonel couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

He didn't even notice when Lin Xiang put down the gun in his hand, walked slowly to him with a full face of perseverance and decisiveness, and closed his five fingers and gave a standard military salute.

"Lin Xiang, the warrant officer of the Sixty-fourth Mobile Force, requests to participate in the next action plan. I hope to approve it-"

In human dictionary, "Autumn" is often associated with beautiful words such as "harvest". In people's habitual thinking, this season should be filled with very comfortable golden colors, with warm sunshine everywhere, and heavy fruits hanging on the tips of branches.

"Those so-called writers are blind people with open eyes. If they can leave here alive, I must let these damn guys know what the real autumn is like-"

He reached out and wiped the rain that had splashed on his face from outside the house. Zhang Wancheng cursed and half-opened the window to grab a little. Feeling the coldness caused by the contact between the raindrops and the skin, he hugged it tighter and hugged it in his arms, the m5g43 assault rifle that had been covered with warmth.

It's been raining for four days.

From the perspective of professional meteorologists, the rain was actually not heavy. Although the dark sky was covered with thick dark clouds, it did not form a majestic rain. Tiny drops of water fell from the air and slowly soaked in the dry soil. They formed a light gray curtain between the sky and the earth, adding a faint haze to everything.

Zhang Wancheng almost every day used the most vicious language to curse the gods who control the weather. Under the influence of this irresistible nature, the sight of observation and the accuracy of the bullet hitting the target were reduced by nearly one-third.
Chapter completed!