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墨書 Inktalez
"What the hell is this thing!" Even Lucas Heart, who had encountered Infected Entities in Tokyo, felt a chill at this unexpected display.
Considering his experience with the internal data from Hive Security Company and practical knowledge, he was indeed one of the few professionals resistant to certain non-human phenomena.
After discovering that hitting the target in the head and having brain matter splatter from the exploded eye sockets did not stop its movements, Lucas decisively pulled out his pitchfork again and viciously slashed at the creature's legs. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed as its somewhat bloated legs were grotesquely twisted.
Meanwhile, dragging non-combatant Yang Xiaoyou, he sprinted towards the direction where only two farmers appeared, shouting to the other two,
"Although I don't know how this strong thing came about, if you don't want to die, don't hold back! If penetrating the brain doesn't kill it directly, try to minimize its mobility!"
His main audience was still the rookie agent who had already fired warning shots several times; there was no need to remind Shadow of Death.
If it were a soldier with an excess of justice or a strong sense of responsibility, they might hesitate to harm these obviously living 'civilians.' However, it was clear that Agent Sister did not fall into this category. Perhaps lacking experience, she completely set aside the lives of those farmers after receiving the reminder.
She fired several shots at the knees of the two farmers heading towards their exit.
As an agent, her shooting skills—especially at this distance—were above average.
Moreover, she was aware of her own physical limits and did not follow Shadow of Death's example by picking up another pitchfork left aside. Instead, she held her gun with both hands at her side and followed Lucas's pace without hesitation.
"Get out of the way!" Although dragging Yang Xiaoyou with one hand, Lucas still unleashed his astonishing close-combat abilities. He spun the pitchfork with one hand, his arm muscles coiling together like tree roots. With a fierce shout, he sent the two fellows—who had been shot in the legs and were significantly less agile—flying as if they were ragdolls.
Bang! Bang!
The violent gusts accompanied by dull explosive sounds erupted around them, scattering nearby straw on the ground.
After the two obstructing fellows were sent flying by that strange force, everyone exited through the side door without encountering any further obstacles. They began to sprint down a path wide enough for two people.
"This road leads to the interior of the town. If nothing unexpected happens, someone must have deliberately directed us this way, wanting to prevent us from breaking through in other directions and escaping back the way we came," Yang Xiaoyou said, having mentally scanned a three-dimensional map of the entire town while allowing Lucas to pull him along.
"What should we do then? Should we charge ahead and try to get through that sandy path? Twenty-five kilometers is a bit far, but it should still be passable," Afifah, who was trailing behind and panting lightly, suggested. Her ample bosom, which she usually took pride in, now felt like an added burden as it swayed with her movements.
It seemed she was unwilling to be constrained by her tight leather outfit, as if there was a tendency for it to rip apart.
"Clearly, since they don't want us going that way, forcing our way through would only provoke their frantic interception. Moreover, in this heat and without enough fresh water, twenty-five kilometers would consume most of our stamina. Who can guarantee they won't catch up? And who can assure us that they haven't set up blockades in neighboring towns? Just because our vehicle is broken doesn't mean there aren't others here," Yang Xiaoyou remarked, rolling his eyes at the fellow whose brain seemed inversely proportional to his chest size. It was precisely this oddity that made understanding them more worthwhile.
"Are we really just going to follow the enemy's wishes?" Afifah asked, feeling pressure from the two exceptionally strong fighters accompanying them. However, she felt no burden from the seemingly weak young man who had appeared to understand everything thoroughly along their journey. After hearing his rebuttal, she expressed her dissatisfaction.
"If I'm not mistaken, there should still be another group inside the town that is giving them headaches. In such a sparsely populated farming town, there is plenty of room for maneuvering. This could turn our disadvantage of walking into an advantage. Even in the worst-case scenario, once we gather enough fresh water and food, we could choose to cross the desert from the side. And let's not forget our original purpose for coming here," Yang Xiaoyou said calmly while pulling up satellite maps in his mind and continuously guiding Lucas on their direction.
Upon hearing about crossing from the side, Afifah opened her mouth but sighed instead. The twenty-five kilometers ahead was already quite challenging; crossing from the side was something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about. The pressure on their group would also be considerable; they would indeed need to rely on resources within the town.
Guided by Yang Xiaoyou's route, they surprisingly did not encounter any strange figures blocking their way and eventually found a wooden cabin beside a cellar. They pried open the wooden boards at a forty-five-degree angle and all squeezed inside.
As they entered what should have been a food storage cellar but was now empty, a refreshing sensation washed over them, dispelling some of the heat brought by the blazing sun outside. However, there was a faint smell of vegetables lingering in the air.
"The defenses inside the town are indeed quite lax; we haven't run into any trouble along the way," Afifah said with relief as she caught her breath after running continuously.
At that moment, she decided to take off her sun-protective jacket entirely, leaving her dressed only in a black bra and ultra-short leather shorts. Sweat trickled down her flat abdomen from her chest; this cooler outfit made it easier for her to move around.
Ordinary Arab Beauties are indeed quite conservative, but for this Agent Sister, due to the nature of her work, it didn't seem awkward at all.
Just as her words fell, Lucas, who had been enjoying his ice cream and whistling, couldn't help but scoff.
"Relaxed defenses? There were three cameras along the way we passed. This person really knows how to play the game; they deliberately chose a route exposed to the cameras to confuse the opponent. The Golden Retriever might manage that, but I certainly couldn't. They should be waiting for us somewhere else now; their manpower must be scattered."
Lucas may be impulsive, but his professionalism is unquestionable. Perhaps he couldn't design the most reasonable route, yet he could still spot some hidden cameras along the way.
Upon hearing his words, Afifah's face showed a hint of surprise and doubt.
"Cameras? Have those instigators been operating here for some time? How could the Jewish gain public support on our land? And why is that farmer with a pierced head still able to move? The manuals we received stated that even zombies couldn't do that!"
"Who is behind the Jews? Perhaps those who ambushed us yesterday were fellows from Mossad, but their situation now can't be much better than ours. If nothing unexpected happens, it might have something to do with your allies in the Arabic camp, Black September. Additionally, some faction within the upper echelons of the United Arab Emirates should also be helping to cover up the situation here," Yang Xiaoyou continued to fulfill his role.
No matter who their biggest opponent was this time, it was essential to clarify things for his teammates. If they encountered Mossad agents again during this operation, there might still be a chance for temporary cooperation.
Being injured but not dead under the Shadow of Death's hands and coordinating with each other could undoubtedly help in their next actions.
"As for the townspeople here, if nothing unexpected occurs, they should also be some sort of extension of a biochemical virus. I'm not sure if it's based on the prototype Sample of the H Virus, but the Sample we collected in Tokyo allowed users to maintain 'vitality' in their Human Bodies. This is either a failed product or some kind of enhanced version; it's hard to say."
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