Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

Team on the desert road.

The group included local residents of Egypt, travelers of various skins, and even many local policemen and soldiers dressed as UNSC.

It's just that no matter where people come from or what kind of occupation they are, they are escorted north by the group of skeletons and mummies.

People's clothes were stained with stains and blood. Soldiers and police officers suffered even more. The wounds on their bodies could not be bandaged, and they needed help from others when they walked.

They were terrified and confused, especially after seeing the bloody scene in Cairo, they became even more terrified.

At this time, a dark-skinned young traveler finally reached the brink of a nervous breakdown and did not want to admit the status quo at all.

The reality-denier yelled: "No! I don't want to go there! It must be a dream! Yes! It must be a dream!"

Then the traveler disregarded the dissuasion of others and spread his legs, showing the unique talents of his race...

run.

The black traveler's running speed was really fast, possibly reaching the peak of his life, rushing towards the east side of the road.

but…

"!"

"call out!"

With a low roar like a demon, a spear slid through the air quickly.

"Pfft!" With a sound, the spear instantly pierced the left side of the black passenger's back, hitting the heart accurately.

"Don't...I don't want...poof...uh..."

The black man who was pinned in place with a spear vomited blood, and he still couldn't believe it was a fact before he died.

Finally, he tilted his head, completely out of breath.

I saw the ghost soldier dressed as a mummy, just finished its projectile movement, and walked slowly towards the black man who killed himself.

Stepping on the corpse and pulling out its spear, ignoring the dead black man, he returned to the team and raised his hand to signal the ghost soldiers to continue escorting.

The stagnant team is back on track again.

If you look at it from the sky, this section of the road is full of humans and ghost soldiers, like a long snake.

Coincidentally.

The scene of the black passenger's death just now continued on the entire highway, but the ending was the same.

die.

Either he was stabbed in the heart by the mummy's spear, or he was slashed by the skeleton soldier's machete, and then stabbed the human left ribcage with the point of the knife.

It seems that the heart is the real target of the ghost soldiers.

The whole road is full of wailing and weeping, and human beings seem so insignificant in the face of supernatural phenomena.

Sudden.

Smoke billows from the desert on the east side of the road.

Seeing this, the soldiers who originally belonged to the UNSC Army narrowed their eyes, and then immediately showed extremely excited expressions.

Because they know the soot is for off-road teams.

?

The ghost soldiers who were escorting the human beings also stopped one after another, and cast their empty, but red glowing eyes to the east.

"Tattoo!"

"Huh! Huh!"

Immediately, the sound of a large number of pulse rifles followed, mixed with the sound of a few plasma guns and Gauss guns.

"Crack it!"

"puff!"

Then, the sound of broken bones and the muffled sound of warheads being shot into mummies echoed on the highway.

The convoy coming from the east was the Warthog driven by John and Michelle.

The shooting accuracy of the Spartan and the Crazytooth, even on fast-moving vehicles, remains above 90 percent.

Caseless blasters and spikes, plasma rounds, hit those skeletons and mummies with precision.

Those ghost soldiers like the messengers of hell began to become a little shriveled after encountering the super weapons of Umbrella's elite soldiers.

I saw that the skeleton soldiers exploded the moment they were shot without shells, and the violent impact scattered their skeletons.

As for mummies...

"Boom! Boom!"

With the sound of the explosion, caseless bullets exploded in their bodies, and the shriveled flesh and white cloth flew across.

The firepower of more than 120 people swept away the ghost soldiers who were escorting the team in an instant.

but.

The weird thing is that even though the skeletons and mummies were smashed to pieces, they still didn't have the energy to crawl towards the convoy.

It seems that they can't be killed at all, but they can't pose any threat in this way.

"Haha! I'm saved!"

"Run! Run!"

The released people scattered and ran towards the desert on both sides of the road.

Only the surviving UNSC soldiers and police, along with a few more calm travelers, stood there, waiting for the Warthog convoy to arrive.

Soon, thirty-four Warthogs surrounded the group of people who remained here.

.

"Dong dong!"

John, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the Warthog, jumped out of the car, his heavy body stepped on the road, and there was a muffled sound.

Immediately after.

The driver and the gunner stayed in the car to guard the surrounding area, and the other crazy tooth sharks got off the car together under the leadership of Michelle, and came to the group of panic but excited crowd.

John, who was at the forefront, approached a UNSC soldier with the rank of sergeant, and said solemnly:

"Soldier, report the situation."

"Uh…"

The sergeant was stunned when he saw John, the 2.4-meter 'giant', and the Thor's hammer armor that covered his body, and his mouth was slightly open.

"Soldiers," John reminded again.

"?...Yes!" The relieved sergeant immediately stood up straight, saluted John, and said in accented English:

"The Egyptian Front, 3rd Infantry Division, Sergeant Safir Aziz Rahman of the 1st regiment is reporting to you.

I don't know, sir, who are you...? "

"Umbrella." John replied quietly.

Then, without giving the sergeant time to react, he continued to ask: "UNSC's army equipment is not bad, but how did you fall in such a short period of time."

"Ambu..." The sergeant was just stunned for a moment, and then reported:

"Sir, those 'hell guards' and barriers appeared at the same time, they drilled directly from the ground to attack us and ordinary citizens.

Coupled with the failure of communication and the inability of flying units to lift off, we are completely passive.

More importantly... those 'hell guards' are difficult to eliminate, and each of them has a strength and reaction speed that exceeds that of humans.

The station of our regiment fell within half an hour. My men and I wanted to escape while they were in the chaos, but they were still captured and escorted to this place. "

run away?

John frowned behind the helmet, and seemed to be disgusted by such deserters.

But he didn't say much. After all, the other party was the UNSC stationed in Egypt, not an employee of the company.

Immediately he wondered: "Hell guards? Why do you call them that?"

"Sir..." Having said this, the sergeant's face showed panic again, and he clung to the sides of his head with both hands and said:

"Sir! And they come from underground, and they only aim at the hearts of humans, indicating that they are the guards of Anubis, the god of death..."

grim Reaper?

Anubis?

"Okay, thank you." After getting the message he wanted, John just thanked him and turned away.

He whispered to Karl and Myron, who were still on the Warthog: "The blue team is ready to leave. We are going to the outskirts of the former Cairo city to obtain the detailed data of the god of death."

"Yes." (x2)

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