Chapter 284
In the cold display interface of system.
The infection rate of the whole block is just a cruel data lacking emotion.
But only standing here.
Only then will we truly understand that every increase in the infection rate means a human tragedy.
Broken family.
The dead relatives.
The orphans who cried their parents' names.
Perhaps, the war between mankind, because of the dispute between ideas and thoughts, there are justice and evil.
But the war between ethnic groups.
Only you live and die.
All the tragedies that occurred in this neighborhood were caused by the upper-class elites and politicians who claim to have been deeply involved in the art of compromise.
In the eyes of some aloof and remote people, for the benefit and evil desires, the life of the low-level untouchables is their bargaining chip to achieve their goals.
Death or life is meaningless to them.
A group of blood-sucking species, the same damn evil animals!
Kick the Reaper who is coming over.
Cole said to Alaric indifferently, "Don't fall behind."
Holding two children.
The young SWAT was short of breath, and the densely packed Reaper gushing out of the alley made him feel the deepest despair in this world every second, covering his soul.
Afterwards.
In his vision.
Cole with a gun and one hand hold blade.
Just like the superb Martial Artist that only appears in movies, it is even more gorgeous and deadly than the legendary Blade.
Every silver bullet shot out of the barrel.
There will be a burnt wreck scattered on the ground.
Passing through the air, the long knife with scarlet tail flames left behind, just like the butcher knife for slaughtering livestock, cutting off the chest and breaking the heart.
In the sound of Reaper mournful scream.
Make one after another fire star corpses.
Amidst Alaric’s exclamation, Cole retracted the justice trial that had already shot empty bullets, and his left hand squeezed the back of Reaper, who was trying to bite the young special police officer.
The Scarlet Queen suddenly popped up.
Through the skull.
Cut half of its head diagonally.
The smelly pale-yellow blood splashed Alaric and the little boy's face.
The peripheral light swept across the system's field of vision.
There are 13 points before the end of the countdown.
The infection rate has exceeded 20%.
Even, he can't even count how many Reaper he killed, only the burnt up debris everywhere, like a city after a fire, piled up on the streets.
But in view.
The number of Reapers is still huge, as if they will never be able to kill them, climbing on the wall, crowding together, or jumping on the roof of the car, roaring, and facing him begin to stir.
Like the American TV show walking corpse, a densely packed zombie group with Rick Grimes on the roof.
took a deep breath.
Cole's face was stained with stinking Reaper's blood, indifferently said, "Special police, get ready, we are going to break through."
At this time.
An old truck loaded with fluorescent lights suddenly turned a street corner, and the engine sounded deafening.
I saw Whistler, an old hunter who was supposed to be setting up a gun at a high place, put his head out of the window, and shouted, "Try my dad’s big baby! You little bastards!"
The voice falls.
All high-power fluorescent lamps are turned on.
At the same time.
He also threw an ultraviolet grenade out of the window.
In the dazzling rays of light.
Large amounts of Reaper, like winter withered grass lit by flames, turned into large pieces of burnt-out wreckage in the chaotic and miserable screams!
Parking the truck in front of the two, the red-necked old man, said with a smile, "Need help? Two."
The special police hurried over and took the two children Put it in the passenger seat.
Gazed at Cole, turned over and jumped into the cargo box of the truck.
Cole patted the car door, indifferently said, "Whistler, you take them out of here, I will clean up the remaining Reaper."
The old hunter said with a smile, "Just Knowing you would say so, take this."
Throwing an ammunition bag containing three ultraviolet grenades to Cole, and then said, "Time is limited, my old bones can only make this Many.
Holding it, it will definitely help."
Turn on the car stereo.
The old-school hardcore rock music suddenly sounded, Whistler stepped on the accelerator, turned the front of the car and galloped away.
After he leaves.
Fortunately, Reaper was not killed by ultraviolet grenades and high-power fluorescent lamps. After the old hunter drove away, their dirty and ugly faces were shown out of the dark one after another.
Until looked towards Cole standing alone in the middle of the road.
Shake the long knife.
Because of the constraints of Alaric and two children, the room left for him to play is really limited.
They have to break through and ensure their safety.
Now.
With the assists from the experienced old hunter, Cole can finally free up his hands and settle a total ledger with these stinking beasts.
Activate the cervical spine.
Make a fist with your left hand, then release it.
Standing among the burnt-out remains and the undead remains of Reaper, light a cigarette.
Take a deep breath, look up, and see the Reaper who is surrounding again, indifferently said, "Next, it's my turn, son of a bitch."
The voice fell. .
It's like sounding the horn of offense.
The more I greedy Cole’s blood for a long time and give up eating, Reaper’s blood addiction becomes more difficult to deal with. It is like a huge force that suppresses all their sanity and crazily wants to throw that man down. Squeeze every drop of his sweet blood.
The neighing sounds one after another ended.
Cole throws out the cigarette.
The whole block seems to be entering bullet time in this brief moment.
The long knife violently penetrated Reaper's heart, freeing her left hand, and squeezing the other Reaper's neck, the Crimson Queen popped out instantly, and she swiftly descended down her throat.
Cut off the collarbone.
Cut off the chest ribs.
Until it is retracted again, then it pops out violently, piercing through the heart and skeleton.
Two piles of burnt up debris landed.
Remaining in this block, only about a hundred Reaper remained, opening their hideous and disgusting mouthparts like a worm, and flocking to them.
Cole has a ghostly figure.
The superb skills of gun fighting technique, even in the lack of ammunition and the use of cold weapons in the battle process, it is still gorgeous and deadly.
The hem of the windbreaker was shaking constantly under the dim street lamp.
The splattered yellowish blood, intertwined with the scarlet blood flame, forms the hell of death.
The stumps fly around.
Reaper's head, which was severed and showed no signs of death, was kicked on the ground like a ball, bloody.
Like a dancer with a solid foundation.
Another violent bloody butcher.
When the last Reaper fell in the blood flames, it turned into one place and burned out the wreckage.
The army that came to support, finally arrived slowly under the dazzling light.
At the same time.
The cold system hint sound suddenly sounded in Cole's ear.
'The fourth stage of the main task has been completed. '
'You swear to this World with blood and death, the man who used to be, the butcher of the fire knife, he, is back! '
'Get reward: ultraviolet nuclear flashlight. '