On the high seas, Royal Caribbean sails straight.
Not far away, two Black Hawk helicopters approached, slowed down their flight speed, and remained relatively stationary with the cruise ship. At this moment, Jiang Chen was sitting on the helicopter looking at the cruise ship outside the window, his brows knitted together.
Blood.
There is blood everywhere…
The dazzling bright red is so obvious on the white painted ship wall. Looking around, no matter the waiters or tourists, apart from the living dead, they are all dead people.
"God..." Ivan, who was sitting opposite Jiang Chen, said with difficulty as a drop of cold sweat slipped on his forehead.
Even though he was used to seeing hell in the Ukrainian civil war, and even though he had been to Cagayan City, he could not remain indifferent to what he saw. Most of the soldiers sitting in the helicopter now had livid expressions on their faces.
Jiang Chen's expression was quite normal. After all, such a scene was not unusual in the apocalypse.
Sitting in his position, he could clearly see a beautiful woman wearing a three-point bikini, her head drooped with only half of her face remaining, staring blankly at the sea level outside the railing. There was also the man with his belly exposed, lying on the ground eating the bloody corpse. besides…
"We could be in trouble."
"Are you going to hand it over to the United Nations?" Ivan looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
The radio life signal detection device found signs of human life activities in every corner of the cruise ship, including the bar, kitchen, and some guest rooms. Similar to the T-virus in Cagayan City, not everyone will be infected once, and many people will only become zombies when they are infected twice.
Of course, there are also unlucky people who cannot turn into zombies despite being infected twice. Such people often become the food of zombies, having their entire heads chewed off in one bite and torn into pieces in agony.
"Log in." Jiang Chen said calmly.
"But..." Ivan's expression was hesitant.
"Approval to fire."
Taking a deep breath, Ivan nodded.
"clear."
To this day, the United Nations still has not made a conclusion on the zombies in the biohazard that broke out in Cagayan City. Whether shooting zombies constitutes an "anti-human" act remains unclear in international law.
No one wants to be stigmatized as an executioner, and no one wants to be tried by the family of the deceased, the Virgin Mary, or an international court one day in the future after an "antidote" that can better solve the infection problem is developed.
But I can't care about that much at the moment.
Jiang Chen wanted to know why the virus broke out on this cruise ship. The black ship, which had been dormant for nearly a year, resurfaced again. He could not let this opportunity go no matter what. What's more, the special nature of the Black Ship organization also makes it inconvenient for it to be disclosed to the United Nations.
This was his plan to collect and destroy all clues before transferring the case to the United Nations.
Of course, battle footage is essential.
The two Black Hawks descended in tandem and dropped ropes from the hatches on both sides. The hook was hung on the rope, and a total of twelve armed soldiers rappelled down to the open-air swimming pool of the cruise ship. Regarding the living creatures that suddenly broke into the field of vision, the zombies slowly moved their dumbfounded gaze this way.
The leading soldier took a deep breath, made two consecutive gestures to his comrades behind him, then quickly raised the muzzle of his gun and shouted loudly.
"Fire!"
Orange fire flashed, and rifle ballistics ricocheted across the deck of the cruise ship.
"Roar!!!"
Howling, the zombies rushed towards the landing soldiers. The two Black Shadow helicopters were angled, the gunner aimed the fixed grenade launcher at the steel staircase leading to the top deck, and then pulled the trigger.
boom!
Fragments of steel mixed with flesh and blood were flying in the air. The stairs were blown into iron slag, and the zombies who tried to rush from the lower deck to the top fell back. Under the cover of aerial fire, the soldiers who landed on the deck divided into two teams and quickly rushed towards the stairwell.
Under the protection of the mechanical exoskeleton, the teeth and claws of the zombies pose no threat to the soldiers of the Star Circle Trade. And the remaining T-virus has no deterrent effect on those who have been injected with E-level genetic medicine.
Team a goes to the captain's room to stop the ship, and team b rescues the survivors.
In view of the special nature of the incident, the Level 4 alert has been upgraded to Level 2, and the Star Ring Marine Corps is rushing for reinforcements on a small landing ship. Jiang Chen glanced at the cruise ship that was already billowing smoke, and took the tablet connected to the battle video from Ivan's hand.
…
Garrett is a former U.S. Marine who served in Iraq. Like most of his fellow soldiers, he chose to work for a private military contractor after retirement. Originally, Blackwater and Three-Leaf Jungle were among his options, but in the end he chose Star Circle Trading Company.
He really doesn't want to go back to that hellish place in Iraq. Spending the rest of his life on a picturesque island in the Western Pacific is his dream life, instead of working for Wall Street bosses and the "gardener" living in the White House.
What's more, the salary offered by Star Ring Trading is not low, and there is a pension that is said to be quite large after retirement.
Unfortunately, reality seems to be slightly different from the ideal. Not only did he not calm down, he also started a modern war with the Star Ring Trade at the beginning of the year? And parachuted into the zombie-infested city of Cagayan to "keep peace"
Is this really a military contractor? ?
Fortunately, the income from the Star Ring trade is high, and it is protected by various high-tech equipment like plug-ins, and the troop casualty rate is also surprisingly low. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that the exoskeleton he was wearing was not as good as the suit lying in the laboratory.
To popularize science, it is translated as the U.S. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which can also be understood as the "SHIELD" in reality. From the Internet to GPS, this guy's shadow is behind everything.
With his excellent combat qualities, he was incorporated into the Star Ring Trade Rapid Response Force after the Moro Revolutionary War. I originally thought that the days to come would be more leisurely, but I didn't expect that something bad happened again today.
Those damn zombies.
Damn it, where did it come from
Pass through the red carpeted corridor and rush to the door of the hall. The captain's cabin is located on the top floor directly above the hall. The power supply system has not been interrupted. You can take a shortcut through the elevator. After confirming the map on the helmet screen, Garrett called his comrades to prepare to break in at the door.
Powered by the exoskeleton, he stepped forward and kicked off the iron door of the hall. The zombies flew out after sweeping the door.
He raised his hand with the butt of his rifle and smashed the head of the zombie that was coming towards him. Garrett leveled the rifle without any delay and pulled the trigger together with his comrades who broke in from both sides of the door.
"Bang bang!"
The bullets shattered the wooden decoration into pieces together with the flesh and blood of the zombies, flying in the empty hall. It can be seen from the clothing that a dance party was held here when the zombie virus broke out. In the middle of the dance, the singing stopped suddenly, and the men and women on the dance floor started biting each other in unison...
Just thinking about it makes me feel so fucking disgusting.
Zombies kept coming, and the firepower network of the six-person group was gradually unable to withstand it.
Garrett made a fierce gesture to his comrade. Norman, who was the fireman, understood and took out a grenade launcher from his backpack, and fired a rifle grenade at the dense zombie area.
With a bang, a dozen zombies exploded and flew backwards. Those who were not dead fell to the ground with missing arms and legs, grinning and moving around.
Then five more rifle grenades flew over, and the dense group of corpses on the dance floor fell over like wheat.
Garrett and others fired alternately at the door, and they were quickly cleared away.
"Safety."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Garrett lowered the rifle in his hand.
But at this moment, intermittent calls for help suddenly came from the corner of the hall.
"Help... help me..."
As soon as Norman put down the grenade, he immediately raised the assault rifle in his hand.
"It's a survivor."
"Maybe he's infected."
"save?"
Garrett was silent for two seconds.
"...Is the battle recorder on?"
"On."
"Save people...I'll go."
Garrett made a warning gesture to his comrades, then lowered the muzzle of his gun to guard against the zombies who were not yet dead.
Facts have proved that his caution was right.
Just as he stepped over a hand hanging on the ground, the crawling zombie suddenly trembled as if awakened and bit his leg. Garrett reacted quickly, raised his right foot to avoid the bloody mouth, and then stepped on its face, turning its head into ketchup.
Looking at the red and white area, Garret's brows twitched.
"Nice kick." Bill whistled.
"I think it's necessary for the captain to apply to the company for reimbursement of the psychiatrist's bill." Norman winked.
"Shut up!"
Cursing and kicking the body away, Garrett suppressed the discomfort in his heart and trotted towards the direction of the cry for help.
"Okay, you'll be fine..."
Reaching out to push open the long table that was tilted in the corner, Garrett's expression suddenly froze.
A corpse that obviously does not look like a living person, as well as a mobile phone and 4...
That wasn't a cry for help at all, it was just a recording!
"Lie down!"
Roaring wildly, he threw himself backwards and fell to the ground. At the same time, he had already felt the hot air waves hitting his back...
…
boom!
Dust rose up and covered the entire hall.
Not just one long table, but almost a third of the long table had cigarette box-sized 4's stuck to the ground. They were covered by the tablecloth, making it almost impossible for anyone to notice.
The bombs had been planted earlier and the original Honda was intended for evacuation. It's just that he didn't expect that Star Ring Trading actually received the distress signal from the cruise ship and dispatched a rescue team so quickly. This really exceeded Tanaka's expectations.
He originally thought that the most he could do was meet the Philippine Coast Guard, and he might be able to grab a better boat by then...
Standing on the floor directly above the hall, Tanaka shook his head and threw away the detonator in his hand. There was a rare smile on his face under the hat.
For a long while, he looked at the dust downstairs and said to himself.
"I thought I could take away at least two, but in the end I couldn't solve any of them..."
Throwing the rifle on his waist to the dance floor several floors below, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.
He blew out a smoke ring and sighed.
"Another life wasted."
The cigarette on his fingertips fell to the ground, and the fire suddenly rose, sweeping across the gasoline covering the floor in an instant.
The flames burned upwards along his trouser legs. Tanaka smiled and took off his peaked cap, disappearing into the rising sea of fire... -
(With one rice dumpling and one heart, I wish you all the best in everything. Happy Dragon Boat Festival, fellow book friends! I have free time all day today. Morning Star. I will just stay in the dormitory and code all day. It will happen tomorrow! Students with monthly tickets, Please vote for me!)(.)
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