Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

. (x4)

The four of Hank looked at the little girl crying on the dead body of her parents. Despite the pity in their hearts, the guns were still aimed at the girl.

If the little girl also suddenly went mad, they would shoot and kill her without hesitation.

After all, among the orders issued by Sui Bian, one of the orders was that assistance can only be implemented when the safety of combatants is ensured.

For Sui Bian, this group of Alphas is priceless.

Besides, Hank and the others are not fools. Who knows if this little girl is really pitiful or just pretending to be pitiful? Naturally, it is impossible to relax her vigilance

Sir! At this moment, the team leader of Team B who was guarding the corridor outside shouted to Hank: There is a situation!

Hearing this, Hank turned his head to look at the girl and said in a low voice, Put her on a restraint belt, and the rest will follow me.

yes.

After the words fell, an alpha, under the cover of another teammate, took out a nylon restraint belt from the right trouser pocket, and tied up the little girl who was still crying.

The girl tried to resist, but she had no ability to resist in front of Alpha, and was easily restrained to the ground, losing her ability to move.

At the same time, Hank and another Alpha walked out of the room and came to the corridor guarded by Group B.

Ho...! Ho...!

When he came to the corridor, Hank saw a large number of residents coming out of the room, with their arms outstretched and their mouths open, making the same low growl as the previous couple.

These residents have pale skin and dull pupils, rushing towards Hank and the others, just...

The speed is a little slow.

The movements are also staggering, with almost no coordination at all. It is quite similar to the infected B.O.W. that the USS once dealt with on Rockfort Island, which is a zombie.

But zombies don't sit at the dining table like living people, and they don't use knives and forks to make repetitive movements.

Ah! Help! Help!

Run!

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Along with those 'pseudo-zombies', there were many seemingly normal tenants who rushed out of the room.

These panicked tenants ran towards the main entrance of the apartment in a hurry, and even the tenants whose legs were numb due to sitting for a long time fell to the ground, and those who used both hands and feet wanted to escape from here.

See here.

With one shot of Crack!, Hank killed the 'pseudo-zombie' closest to them, and at the same time shouted loudly in the corridor: Everyone who doesn't want to die, get down! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!

With that said, Hank ordered again to his subordinates: Fire freely!

yes!

Crack! Crack!

Puff! Puff!

Following Hank's order, the four Alphas in Group B fired at full force, and the sound of gunshots and limbs being ripped echoed throughout the corridor.

Hank and another Alpha from Group A are in charge of cover, and when the bullets of Group B are empty, they are responsible for outputting firepower to avoid the embarrassing situation where everyone reloads.

After only one round of shooting, the four people in Group B still had enough magazines, but the corridor on the first floor had become 'empty'.

The heads of dozens of 'pseudo-zombies' were blasted with precision, and they were completely dead and limp on the ground. The carpet was also stained with sticky black blood, making it a mess.

Of course, the corpses also included the normal tenants who failed to follow Hank's prompt and were killed by mistake.

Ah...my arm...

Help...help me...

In the corridor, there are still tenants lying on the ground weakly moaning in agony due to accidental injuries from AP-FMJ warheads.

The corridors of this type of old apartment are narrow and small. Even if Hank and the others are equipped with mechanical skeletons, which can achieve an accuracy rate of more than 99% at close range, they still cannot make the bullet turn like in Wanted.

So those unlucky people who heard Hank's reminder but didn't act, or didn't hear the reminder, would only end up being killed or injured by mistake.

As for the tenant who fell down in time, his life was spared, and because of the full firepower of the four members of Group B, they were too scared to speak or move loudly.

This is convenient for the Alphas.

The four people in group B reloaded their bombs one by one, and the two Alphas in group A who had controlled the little girl also returned to the corridor to cover group B during the reload.

Hank, who was in the center of the crowd, glanced back and forth at the current situation in the corridor, and then ordered softly through the throat microphone:

Groups C and D entered the apartment, sealed off the apartment after confirming that the first floor was completely safe, and the protection technicians of Group E confirmed the status of the dead bodies and survivors.

A and B groups continue to go up with me.

Yes. Several indifferent responses came from the communication.

After giving the order, Hank led groups A and B to use the corridor on the right side of the hall on the first floor to continue upward.

At this moment, the eight Alphas from groups C and D also got off the van, and quickly entered the lobby of the apartment, and began to check the rooms on the first floor in pairs.

Next, after confirming the safety of the first floor, Group C assisted Groups A and B to sweep up the 'pseudo-zombies' and search for the culprit of the abnormal phenomenon that caused this situation.

Group D stayed in the lobby on the first floor.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-- An endless stream of gunshots resounded throughout the apartment.

At this time, four Omicrons from Group E escorted four technicians wearing white one-piece chemical protective suits and holding silver tool boxes to the lobby on the first floor.

As for why it wasn't Alpha's E group, it was because the wounded who were shot in the left shoulder and buttocks hadn't recovered yet, so Amicron's E group was invited to assist.

walk in.

The technician at the front raised his left arm and looked at the personal computer screen worn on his left wrist. After a few seconds, he reported via radio:

Mr. Sui, no abnormal microorganisms have been detected in the air, but for safety reasons, I still recommend that the building be completely sealed off and disinfected...

…

Yes, sir, yes, understand, please rest assured.

After the technician reported to the 'superior', he ordered the rest of the technicians: Everyone, our task is still to collect samples. As for the blockade of the building, it will be handled by the follow-up troops. Let's move.

Yes, sir. (x3)

After some muffled voices fell, the four technicians began to work.

The first is to put down the toolbox in the spacious hall, open it, and take out the tools and instruments they need.

Then Alpha in Group D continued to stay in the lobby, while Group E protected the technicians from entering the left corridor on the first floor.

The technicians began to take samples of blood, hair, tissue, etc. from the 'pseudo-zombies' and the dead bodies of the tenants.

As for the surviving tenants, they were honestly guided by the technicians to the lobby on the first floor, squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, and accepted the custody of Group D Alpha.

After taking samples from the dead body, technicians began to carefully examine the house, hallways and corners.

at this time…

Attention all units. This is Hank. The anomaly was confirmed in room 407 on the fourth floor of the building. The D and E groups should protect the technical personnel.

Hank's voice came over the radio, but Hank's voice remained calm, as if he would not panic at all due to the abnormal phenomenon.