Chapter 20 The Three Forest Idiots have arrived at the battlefield 2

This time, he did not attack the pollutants again. Instead, he drove the helicopter in a circle over the pollutants, allowing every newly recovered passenger in the cabin to clearly see the stumps in the mud.

The pollutants in the quagmire were still twitching their stumps, as if they wanted to stand up again, but failed.

But soon, it found another way.

Its wounds began to secrete a viscous liquid. The liquid dripped into the mire, but the turbid mire quickly solidified, condensing into pieces of hard mud. And the body of this pollutant,

These mud blocks were "connected" together again, and slowly rose up from the quagmire, looking larger and more terrifying than before.

"To mortals, they are immortal. This is the most terrifying thing." Yan Luge told an extremely terrifying story calmly, and the mouth made of fangs moved in his hand, as if he wanted to swallow it.

It looked like there was contamination in his head, but he ignored it.

The pollutant below has stood up again.

The machine gun bullet in its head exploded into several pieces, and it could no longer make a sound. However, it made a long cavity out of hard mud, stretched out its long neck like a giraffe, and issued not only prayers but also curses from the cavity.

Voice: “Mi rigardas…”

The sound did not affect Yan Lüge, but he still felt uncomfortable and frowned slightly.

He was about to shoot again, but suddenly he saw a bunch of bullets fired from the woods nearby, accurately hitting the pollutant's neck, interrupting its voice and body again.

Yan Lüge looked carefully and found that it was a young soldier.

Mucus secreted from the broken flesh and blood forced the hard mud and rotten wood together to form a tattered but twisted body. The blood-colored liquid on the surface of the body slowly wriggled like a worm, like exposed blood vessels.

Same.

"ah?"

He knelt on the ground, holding his head with one hand, his body curled up in pain, but with the other hand he desperately raised the machine gun and pulled the trigger.

"There is mineral water on the left side of the seat. If you feel uncomfortable, you can drink some." He reminded kindly.

…

In despair, Abuli remembered what the instructor said in class when he was in the training camp.

While Abel screamed and struggled, his will to resist was ignited by fear. He resisted the pain and stretched out his hand, raised the muzzle of the gun, and wanted to shoot, but was horrified to find that he could not do it.

Its head was blown to pieces in the first round of shooting. At this moment, the skull, eyes, nose, and lower jaw were hung in different positions on the hard mud tube cavity, but it still seemed to be alive, with gray and turbid eyeballs up and down.

It was turning and opening and closing its jaw, as if it was chewing something.

That's dirty, rotten fur.

After drinking, she said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death. When I heard that sound, it felt like something was drilling into my head. I was going crazy. Why do you seem to be okay at all?"

When the pollutant fell down again, it seemed that he could no longer bear the pain, and he lay on the ground again and moaned softly.

Yan Lüge looked around and couldn't find Bella, the captain of the first action team... Could it be that the superwoman with the word "reckless" carved on her head abandoned her team members at the beginning and ran off to chase the enemy for three thousand miles?

Bar?

Go back and fire Bella. This captain is worthy of being captained by Abel.

The pollutants in the quagmire have once again risen.

His fingers...can't separate.

"Is that thing down there really unkillable?" Caroline leaned on the window and looked down, then quickly retracted her head.

Yan Lüge thought this while turning his head to look at his three passengers.

No...I don't want to become a monster!!!

Abel fell to the ground in pain.

Is the young man appointed by the system as the captain of the First Strategic Action Team truly exceptional?

As soon as she finished speaking, Caroline dug out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and took a few sips.

This mental resistance is already remarkable.

And amidst the pain and heat, something in his body seemed to be piercing the skin and growing out.

"When you are faced with pollutants, try to avoid looking directly at them. If you look at them for a long time, you may be contaminated by them and become pollutants!" the instructor said seriously, "But more importantly, you cannot let them

It has the opportunity to say a prayer! Let alone touch it!"

Abel.

He knew that as long as he got up and pulled the trigger, he could crush it again and win precious half a minute for mankind.

Below the helicopter, the pollutant whose neck had just been broken selected a piece of rotten wood sunk under the mud pond as a support, and once again condensed a more twisted limb.

Seeing that his colleagues were still lying on the ground, none of them got up.

Its image becomes increasingly weird and terrifying.

Although it still looks like the shape of a human hand on the outside and has not changed much, something deeper is changing, like his flesh and blood is trying to grow rotten fur.

He saw the pollution in front of him taking shape again.

Yan Lüge smiled: "Maybe it's because I have a special talent."

But he can't do it, he really can't.

His hand is hardening, ossifying, and turning into something like a horse's hoof just like the pollutant.

The extreme pain tore into his body, penetrated into his brain, and destroyed his sanity.

He could still manage to fire a few shots.

The moment he fell, Yan Lüge finally saw his face clearly.

His blood was boiling, as if it was no longer blood but hot molten iron flowing in his veins, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Yes." Yan Lüge said with a smile, "Try it, breathe fire at it, burn it to ashes, and it will die."

Prayer - is the roar of pollutants, that weird, chaotic, crazy and inhuman sound.

"As an ordinary person, when faced with pollutants, you can probably look directly at it for half an hour without being polluted. But if you listen to prayers at most three times, or touch it with bare skin, you will be contaminated.

Contaminate the mutations immediately! No matter how high your mental resistance is, irreversible mutations will occur in your body! So remember, never give the pollutants a chance to say their prayers!" the instructor said.

"So how should we deal with pollutants?" a student asked.

"It's very simple, fire suppression." The instructor said, "Although the pollutant is weird, its body is actually not much stronger than before the mutation. As long as you can shoot it as soon as you see it, penetrate its head, and crush it

Its vocal cords can buy you precious time. Then, you only need to put it in a cage without contact before it recovers, and send someone to guard it at all times, so as to prevent it from making sounds and

Just escape."

Sounds simple, doesn't it?
Chapter completed!