Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

The buildings around Shekhba have been empty.

With the dark clouds covering the moon, and the cold night with a great temperature difference from the day, this area seems even more dead.

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

From above, a convoy composed of U.S. Hummers and heavy military trucks is driving towards the east at a constant speed.

The street lights on the street have long since been extinguished due to the destruction of the war. At present, there are only the lights of this convoy, which seems to be the only remaining light source on this street.

Soon, the convoy stopped at a distance of 100 meters from the dense fog.

"Kang Dang!" The door opened and closed.

"Tap!" The passengers got off the bus one by one.

Just look at the living dead and D-class personnel equipped with equipment not inferior to the **** paratroopers leaving the car.

54 from the brood, 10 from the **** paratroopers, a total of 64 living dead immediately grabbed the M41A and various guns in their hands when they got out of the car, and searched for the best location to guard the surrounding conditions.

The D-class personnel, who numbered exactly one hundred people, looked a little messy. After all, they had different industries before being imprisoned, and most of them could only fight with fierceness and the belief that they would sacrifice for their families.

And veterans like D-1999, who were born in the army, can simply cooperate with the living dead.

At this time.

Twenty-eight T-103 tyrants left the heavy military cards with strides, and when they stepped on the ground, they made a dull sound of "Boom! Boom!".

The last person to leave the vehicle was a cloned cat face wearing a heavy titanium armor, a special mask, a wrist knife, a boomerang, and a shrinking spear.

The U.S. infantry soldiers as the drivers unloaded this temporary task force and immediately turned around and returned without wanting to stay for a second.

The convoy left, and the noise of no engines made the area quiet again.

There is an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Next, 28 tyrants who acted in accordance with the written procedures and orders walked at the forefront of the team to act as a human wall.

The 64 living dead were divided into two groups to be responsible for the situation of the two wings, and the four members were used as the combat group to move forward, while the hundreds of D-class personnel were dispersed in the center of the formation.

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

The distance of one hundred meters is coming in an instant.

The tyrant, the living dead and the cat face walked into the mist without fear.

The D-class personnel hesitated while looking at the weird fog, but when the faces of the family members appeared in their minds, they still entered one after another resolutely.

Walking into the damp and cold foggy area, the visibility dropped to about 20 meters, making the whole team unable to look at each other from end to end.

All electronic equipment failed again, and even the digital display of the M41A, even the various sightings and lighting accessories attached to it 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 turned on the old-fashioned kerosene lamps prepared in advance and hung them on the tyrant who was walking at the forefront.

The kerosene lamp on the tyrant could be seen in the dense fog, which gave the D-class personnel in the team and the rear position a little peace of mind.

Moderate weight and compact structure.

A very good gun.

D-1999 at the end of the team, while guarding the team behind, couldn't help but evaluate the M41A in his hand.

At present, Umbrella’s M41A has sufficient cargo, and the brood research team has also developed many derivative versions of pulse firearms, such as the Um-8 pistol, or the pulse machine gun.

D-1999 chose the handy M41A.

Walking on the right-hand side of the street, he glanced at the living dead who were not far away with him on guard, then looked at the dense fog ahead, and shook his head with a solemn expression.

In this case, walking ten kilometers forward, it is very easy to encounter the ambush of those dark monsters.

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

Reminiscing about these, D-1999 clenched the M41A in his hand even more, and focused on observing the upper part of the low buildings and the alleys between the low buildings.

"dad!"

? ? ! !

Suddenly, he seemed to hear his little daughter's call for help.

"Dad! Why have you not been at home! Why! If you are at home! Mom and sister wouldn't...no!" The little daughter's roar became clearer and clearer.

"Hey, buddy, you're okay... I said! Don't point your gun at your own person!"

A D-class personnel saw that there was something wrong with D-1999, and when he stepped forward, he wanted to ask questions, but D-1999, who was mentally stressed, pointed his gun at his forehead.

"Huh..." D-1999 breathed heavily, and continued to alert the surrounding whisper:

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

"Okay, I'll pay attention, after all, I was only a gangster before, and I can't compare with a military background like you," the D-class personnel numbered D-1247 said with a chuckle.

"..." D-1999 didn't reply.

"I don't know if you heard the weird sound, anyway, I heard the scream of my brat." D-1247, who was following D-1999, said again.

"..."

"Hey, my old man killed the guys who wanted him to die. That stinky boy dared to complain to me, Mad! You buddy, do you have any cubs?" D-1247 babbled.

"..." D-1999 was silent for a moment before actually replied: "There are two daughters."

"Haha, my daughter is okay, much better than the cub." D-1247 smiled.

"Found the enemy!" The front suddenly roared.

"DaDaDa!!" And the crisp gunshot unique to Pulse Guns.

All of a sudden the flames burst.

"3 o'clock!"

D-1999 also saw a giant black spider on the right side of the building. While shouting to remind him, he immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

The several living dead found the spider monster before D-1999, and shot them immediately after raising their guns.

"DaDaDa!!" The pulse gun fired.

"Boom! Boom!" The spider black monster suffered a dense low-intensity explosion.

"Roar!" The spider black monster dodged the attack with a painful roar.

However, those eyes with weird red light were staring at the living dead who could cause serious harm to them, their mouths split open, showing an extremely wretched smile.

People living dead don't know what fear is, they only know that they pull the trigger until they completely kill the spider black monster.

Even with the psychological preparation, most D-class personnel can't help but feel embarrassed after looking directly at the black monster.

But there are always a few exceptions...

"Hahaha! Die! Die!" D-1247, a kind of D-class personnel who is not afraid of fear, is handy in killing the black monster who pretends to be a ghost.

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

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

They rushed towards the living dead who were protecting the right side of D-class personnel such as D-1999 and D-1247.

If you look down from the sky to eliminate the fog, it seems that there are endless black monsters stretching out their tentacles, completely surrounding this team consisting of humans, B.O.W. and clones.