Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

The buildings around Shehba have been emptied.

With the dark clouds covering the moon, and the cold night with a huge difference in temperature from daytime, this area looks even more dead silent.

Boom~! The roar of the engine resounded on the main road in the west.

Looking down from above, a convoy of US Hummers and heavy military trucks was heading east at a constant speed.

The street lights on the street have long been shut down due to the damage caused by the war. At present, only the car lights of this convoy seem to be the only light source left on this street.

Soon, the convoy stopped 100 meters away from the dense fog.

Bang! The door opened and closed.

Tread! The passengers got off one by one.

Just look at the living dead and D-class personnel who are equipped with equipment not inferior to the paratroopers from hell, leaving and riding.

Fifty-four from the Brood, 10 from Hell Paratroopers, a total of 64 living dead immediately grasped the M41A and various firearms in their hands at the moment they got off the car, looking for the best position to guard the surrounding situation.

The D-class personnel, whose number was exactly one hundred, seemed a bit disorganized. After all, they had different industries before being imprisoned, and most of them could only fight with a strong will and the belief that they were willing to sacrifice for their families.

However, veterans like D-1999 can easily cooperate with the living dead.

At this time.

The 28 T-103 tyrants strode away from the heavy-duty military truck, and when they stepped on the ground, they made a dull sound of Boom! Boom!.

The last person to leave the vehicle is a cloned cat face in heavy titanium alloy armor, a mask with a custom shape, and a wrist knife, boomerang, and retracting spear.

The U.S. infantrymen who were drivers, after unloading this temporary task force, turned around and returned immediately without wanting to stay for a second.

The convoy leaves, and the absence of engine noise returns the area to silence.

There is an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Next, the 28 tyrants who acted according to the written program and orders walked at the forefront of the team and acted as a human wall.

The 64 living dead were divided into two groups to take charge of the two wings, and moved forward with 4 people as a combat group, and a hundred D-class personnel were scattered in the center of the formation.

The face of the cloned cat, which retains the iron-blooded habit, chooses to jump and wander on the top floor of the building.

The distance of 100 meters is within seconds.

The tyrant, the undead, and Catface walked into the mist without fear.

The D-class personnel looked at the strange fog and hesitated for a while, but when the faces of the family members appeared in their minds, they resolutely entered one after another.

Walking into the humid and cold misty area, the visibility dropped to about 20 meters, making it impossible for the whole team to look at each other from head to tail.

All electronic equipment failed again, even the digital display of the M41A, and even the various added aiming and lighting accessories could not be used normally.

However, the light source in the dense fog area is different from the outside world. Although the visibility has been maintained at about 20 meters, the brightness here is much stronger than the outside world.

Even so, the D-class personnel still turned on the old-fashioned kerosene lamps they had prepared in advance, and then hung them on the tyrant who was walking at the forefront.

The kerosene lamp on Tyrant's body could be seen in the thick fog, which gave the D-class personnel in the middle and back of the team a little sense of peace of mind.

Moderate weight and compact structure.

Very nice gun.

D-1999, who was walking at the end of the line, could not help but comment on the M41A in his hand while guarding the back of the line.

At present, Umbrella's M41A is sufficient, and the brood research team has also developed many derivative versions of pulse guns, such as the Um-8 of the pistol, or the pulse machine gun and so on.

D-1999 chose the M41A he had in hand.

Walking on the right side of the street, he glanced at the undead not far away who were walking with him on guard, and then looked at the thick fog ahead, he couldn't help shaking his head with a solemn expression.

In this situation, if you walk ten kilometers on foot, you will easily encounter the ambush of those black monsters.

And according to the report of the guy named Price, the number of black monsters here is at least over 10,000.

Thinking of this, D-1999 clenched the M41A in his hand even more, and focused on observing the top of the low buildings and the alleys between the low buildings.

dad!

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Suddenly, he seemed to hear his little daughter calling for help.

Dad! Why are you not at home all the time! Why! If you were at home! Mom and sister wouldn't...never! The younger daughter's roar became more and more clear.

Hey buddy, you're alright...I say! Don't point your guns at your own people please!

Seeing that something was wrong with D-1999, a D-class personnel stepped forward and wanted to ask, but D-1999, who was in high spirits, pointed a gun at his forehead.

Huh.... D-1999 took a deep breath, and continued to be alert to the surrounding whispers:

I'm fine. Also, in this case, don't approach from behind without saying a word.

Okay, I'll pay attention. After all, I was just a gangster before, and I can't compare with someone from the army like you. The D-class personnel numbered D-1247 said with a light smile.

. D-1999 did not reply.

I don't know if you heard the strange sound, anyway, I heard my brat calling. D-1247 who followed D-1999 said again.

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Tsk, I killed all the guys who wanted his life, and that brat dared to complain to me, Mad! What about you, buddy, do you have a kid? D-1247 nagged.

... D-1999 was silent for a moment, then unexpectedly replied: There are two daughters.

Haha, my daughter is doing well, she's much better than my son. D-1247 laughed.

Found the enemy! The front suddenly shouted.

Click!! and the crisp gunshot unique to pulse guns.

In an instant, the flames were everywhere.

3 o'clock direction!

D-1999 also saw a giant black spider monster on the short building on the right. He yelled to remind him, and immediately raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

As for the living dead, they discovered the black spider monster before D-1999, and immediately raised their guns and shot.

Crack!! The pulse gun fired.

Boom! Boom! The spider black monster suffered intensive low-intensity explosions.

Roar! The spider black monster roared in pain to avoid the attack.

However, the pair of eyes emitting a strange red light are staring closely at the undead who can cause serious damage to it, and the mouth is split open, revealing an extremely creepy smile.

The living dead don't know what fear is, they only know to pull the trigger until they shoot the spider black monster completely.

Even if they were mentally prepared, most D-class personnel still couldn't help feeling guilty after looking directly at the black monster.

But there are always a few exceptions...

Hahaha! Die! Die! A D-class personnel like D-1247, who is fearless, is very handy in killing black monsters who pretend to be ghosts.

But at this moment, the ordinary black monster who had been hiding in the dark for a long time suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Their goal is clear, that is to eliminate the living dead at all costs.

They rushed towards the undead protecting the right side of D-class personnel such as D-1999 and D-1247.

If you looked down from the sky after clearing the fog, it seemed that there were endless black monsters stretching out their tentacles, completely surrounding this team composed of humans, B.O.W., and clones.