I Have a City in a Different World

Custer climbed out from the barrier of Base 3 and used the cover of night to move forward.

At this moment, he could already see figures flashing in nearby buildings, and they were obviously undead soldiers.

They are not in a hurry to attack, but like a cat playing with a mouse, they continue to harass the No. 3 base.

But as long as you seize the opportunity, you will attack the fatal vital points like a poisonous snake.

It has only been ten or twenty minutes since the battle started, but the casualties of the defenders have exceeded one-third.

Such heavy casualties were enough to cause the camp to collapse. They are still holding on now simply because there is nowhere to escape.

If there really was a way to escape, everyone in Base 3 would have evacuated long ago, and there is absolutely no way they could have persisted until now.

Looking at the situation in front of us, Base 3 will be razed to the ground in another hour at most.

A sense of urgency suddenly arose in Custer's heart, and he decisively accelerated his actions.

While moving at high speed, his newly awakened stealth ability was greatly reduced, making him look like a monster covered with long black hair.

During the march, the black mist continued to squirm, seemingly blending into the night, but in fact there was still a difference.

It is impossible for elite undead soldiers to ignore this anomaly.

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, a string of rapid bullets shot over, dragging the green fluorescence.

The attack came quite suddenly, from a very tricky angle, and was not within Custer's field of vision at all.

The moment he was about to hit, Custer's body turned into black mist, and the bullet penetrated from his chest.

"Clang clang clang!"

The bullet hit the metal and made a series of crisp sounds. It seemed that the bullet just now did not hit the entity.

But in an instant, Custer's body turned from weak to solid, and at the same time a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The body turns into a black mist, which is also one of the awakened abilities and can reduce the damage caused by physical attacks.

Reducing damage does not mean eliminating it, and vomiting blood is the most obvious manifestation.

Although he felt very uncomfortable, Custer was still able to persevere, but the problem was that he had been discovered by the enemy, and more attacks would follow.

Sure enough, in the next second, a string of bullets flew towards them. Although they could clearly see the green trajectory, there was nowhere to hide.

Custer let out a low roar, like a wounded beast, and rushed towards a nearby building at extremely fast speeds.

Attacks are inevitable, so we can only reduce the damage as much as possible and find ways to break out of the encirclement.

In the blink of an eye, he was hiding behind the building, and the bullets that kept coming hit the wall with bricks flying.

From Custer's mouth, black blood spurted out again, with a hint of green light inside.

The bullets used by the undead soldiers not only tear apart the body, but also carry deadly toxins.

After this dark green substance enters the injured person's body, it will trigger a series of vicious reactions.

Not only will it corrode the body's organs, it will also cause the body to become stiff and corrupt, and may even transform into a slave of the undead soldiers after death.

The smell of the wounded will also reveal their location, allowing the undead soldiers to easily track them.

If Custer hadn't awakened his ability, he would have been dead long ago after being hit by more than a dozen bullets.

Being injured is not important, the key is that there is no way to complete the request for help. I originally planned to let others take a look at me, but now it seems that I have looked down on my ability.

Surrounded by many monsters, with his current abilities, there is no possibility of a successful breakout.

Because he had awakened his extraordinary abilities, Custer, who was somewhat complacent, suddenly became depressed.

He now has some doubts. Even if he really awakens, he will still be a loser.

"This is not the result I want. Even if I try my best today, I still have to find reinforcements!"

After only hesitating for more than ten seconds, Custer's eyes became firm. Some things can deceive others, but there is no way to deceive one's own heart.

If you compromise this time, you will never be able to take a step forward in your future life.

Custer made up his mind, observed the surrounding environment, and then took action again.

Against the flying bullets, he kept running forward, using bunkers to avoid from time to time.

The ability he awakened did not include speed, and he could not run much faster than ordinary people.

Facing the elite undead soldiers, you will definitely suffer a lot, as green bullets are constantly shot into your body.

In a short period of time, three to five kilograms of bullets were accumulated in his body, and his body turned into a ball of rotten flesh.

Although he was not killed, Custer was very uncomfortable, and the route of the breakout was covered with vomited blood.

At this moment, Custer was already suffering from severe blood loss, his vision was black and he was in a trance.

If it cannot be treated in time, it may be life-threatening.

The most important thing to do at this time is to quickly find a place to rest and find a way to replenish the missing blood.

However, the situation was so urgent that he could not rest at all. If the delay continued, Base No. 3 would definitely escape.

You can't rest, you must continue to persevere.

I'm afraid no one will believe that this irresponsible and carefree libertine can actually have such noble qualities.

After resting for dozens of seconds and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Custer rushed out again.

But as soon as he took two steps, he felt a crisis coming, and then he saw a figure blocking him.

This figure is nearly three meters tall, holding a strange-shaped weapon in its hand, which is two and a half meters long. There is a bayonet and an ax at the front of the gun.

The muzzle of the gun as big as a fist was pointed at Custer's head, and the trigger was pulled directly.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, green flames spurted out and fell on Custer.

"ah!"

Custer screamed, the blow was so heavy that he almost fainted.

Although the previous bullet attack was very painful, he could barely endure it.

But with this wave of attacks, the pain increased more than ten times, and the level of pain can be imagined.

Before he could recover from the severe pain, the figure opposite launched another attack and kicked him hard in the chest.

Like being hit by a car, Custer's figure flew out and hit the wall hard.

Custer, who was seriously injured, could no longer use his abilities and could only withstand the attack.

A big crater was knocked out of the wall, and Custer was like a puddle of mud, piled softly on the ground.

He felt that all his bones had been broken and his internal organs were shattered and displaced.

The blood spurting out of his mouth was actually mixed with pieces of internal organs, giving off a green light.

Custer did not faint, but his condition was extremely bad. He was struggling to stand up while spitting blood from his mouth.

After all, his work is still unfinished.

But at this moment, Custer didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, let alone stand up and continue to break through.

Did it just fail?

After struggling for a few times, Custer showed a helpless smile. Unexpectedly, after awakening, he was still a loser.

"But I'm not willing to accept it..."

The tall and terrifying figure stepped forward with heavy steps and raised the strange weapon in his hand.

It was obviously going to be an execution-style execution with an ax gun, and Custer's head would be chopped off.

Decades ago, the Desert Butcher's favorite way to show off was to chop off the heads of his enemies and hang them up.

Custer closed his eyes and waited for the last moment to come.

"puff!"

A cold light flashed, and the head rolled away into dust.