Alien Relic Hunter

"Damn it!"

Allen turned around and saw the Type B mutant's mouth opened at an extremely exaggerated angle - with human body structure, it would be impossible for the mouth to grow to such a large size unless the lower jaw was dislocated. For a moment, Allen thought of an earth creature he had seen in a biological museum.

snake.

A tentacle full of tiny fangs - or rather a tongue - shot out from the mouth and headed directly towards Allen's facade!

It was too late for Allen to get out of the way. He could only lower his head as much as possible and lie on the steering wheel.

There was a loud noise, and the carbon fiber seat back was shortened. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Allen turned the steering wheel to the left. The armor that was originally traveling at high speed in a straight line suddenly flicked, and the front of the car turned nearly two hundred and seventy degrees. Speed ​​- Fortunately, this is a tracked armored vehicle. If it were a wheeled vehicle, it would have overturned long ago.

Under the influence of huge inertia, the B-type mutant that got into the car hit the fender on one side hard. Allen grabbed the assault rifle thrown on the passenger seat and aimed it at the nearby The monster—he didn't even need to aim, the gun was almost on top of him—pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da da..."

Allen emptied the entire magazine in one breath and then slumped down. The magazine of this assault rifle is filled with "active ammunition". There are thirty bullets in one magazine, and a total of thirty units of flesh-eating worm active cells. This dose is not saturated but overflowing - Type B The mutant's skin is rapidly festering, and thick pus is constantly seeping out from under the blackened muscles. The tongue that was like a whip has now turned into a puddle of transparent gel. thing.

Allen took a few hard breaths, and then climbed up from his seat with some difficulty. He first checked whether there was any damage in the protective clothing on his body. Although the erosion seed was dead, if it had died before, it would have been damaged. If it is infected with other organisms, those invader cells will not die along with the original owner.

Fortunately, although the surface of the clothes was stained with a lot of flesh and blood, there was no damage, and the sealing strips on the neck, collar, and hem were also intact.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in the driver's seat with some shock, and stretched out his hands to hold the steering wheel.

He could no longer hear the gunshots from the support base, but no more erosion seeds were catching up. The only sound around him was the "plop" sound of magma flowing in the cracks and the sharp "plop" sound of gas ejected from the rock cracks. "Whistle", there is no other sound.

But that doesn’t mean it’s safe here… The deeper you go into the mining area, the more dangerous it will become. If you choose to turn around and march along the edge of the mining area, bypassing the support base and rushing into the wilderness, there’s a high chance that You can still go back with a life.

However, doing so would mean that he would be court-martialed as a deserter.

However, all the eyewitnesses are dead, and the superior officer did not report his "special mission" to Ark. The recordings of communication equipment and vehicle driving records can also be erased... He has countless reasons to use To deal with the recorder at the filing office, as long as he chooses to conceal it, he can evade the due interrogation process and even get a beautiful medal...

When communication is blocked, no one knows what happened at the support base... As long as he can return to the Ark alive, he can even become a hero instead of a deserter.

The choice is his.

Allen saw that his hands that were holding the steering wheel were shaking constantly. He wanted to stop the shaking, but his fingers refused to obey him at all - as if these hands did not belong to him.

The SP-type mutants attacking the support base were already so terrifying. He couldn't imagine what kind of exaggerated combat power the heretical sect would invest deep in the mining area.

A monster of this level should have been the opponent of an integrated armored division or a main fleet, but now, he only has one person, one gun, and three magazines of active ammunition.

Want to escape? Allen kept asking himself in his mind.

My brother gave me this task... maybe he hoped that he could survive, right?

He stared closely at the dark screen under the steering wheel, which reflected his head - with a helmet on the outside of his head, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He knew that he was afraid... Many times, when a person rushes out of the trench with a gun in hand against a dense barrage, there is no fear in his heart.

But once he stopped, curled up and crawled into a crater, pressing his head against the soil, the bullets flew past his head... He smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air, and looked not far away. The broken limbs and remains scattered on the ground, feeling the vibrations from the ground when the shells explode in the distance, the fear that disappeared will return again, emerging from the depths of the heart a thousand times.

It's like a huge wave that drowns people.

When the huge waves receded, some people could still stay on the beach, while others were dragged into the abyss by the sea water.

There is a saying in the ancient Chinese military literature, which is called "One big effort, then it will weaken, and three times it will be exhausted." It describes this situation.

Allen inhaled heavily, and the oxygen generated by the reaction of the oxygen generator had a faint sour smell, which would make the already dry respiratory tract become itchy and intolerable - "Sneeze!"

After sneezing hard, Allen seemed to suddenly wake up. He turned around and looked at the mess in the car... In the corner, there was also a box of unopened shotgun shell chains lying.

"I have to complete the mission..." He bit his lip, started the car again, and drove deeper into the mining area.

…

However, Allen only advanced less than a kilometer, and there was no place for armored vehicles to pass in front of him. The roads and railway tracks that originally extended in all directions in the mining area have become a thing of the past, replaced by countless rifts and gaps. , and the flickering magma beneath the ground.

He had to leave the car and start walking.

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Meanwhile, inside the tunnel.

The reconnaissance team still maintained a steady pace and moved along the tunnel. Although the positioning device lost its function in the tunnel, every thirty meters the group advanced, Ke Lan would ask Layton to manually mark the people passing by on the electronic map. The route is recorded - as of now, the route they have taken is an almost straight line, and they have completed half of the journey.

As long as they walked halfway, they could reach the exit and leave the mining area.

[P.S. Thanks for the 1,500 starting coins from the sidekick who couldn’t survive for 3 minutes. 】