They finally came to the vicinity of the golf course, and in the distance they could still hear some gunshots, but when they came to the side, the entrance to the course was quiet and frightening.

Wang Ling and the four of them and several field specialists of the New Zealand branch who followed behind stood there, trembling with anger. There were many corpses on the ground, including journalists, tourists, and police officers. It was almost a hell, the asphalt was completely covered in blood, the soles of shoes were sticky when stepped on, and there were broken limbs and organs everywhere, even when the corpses were strewn in war.

The sheriff, who had just dealt with not long ago, had been seriously injured and had not yet lost his breath. He was sitting on the ground leaning against the wheels of the police car, and a police officer was pressing on top of him, his back already shattered by the bullet penetration.

The sheriff saw several people, his mouth tightened, and he couldn't speak.

Wang Ling walked over and pulled the officer's body aside from his body, the officer's face was already black, and his nails pierced into the sheriff's throat, and blood gushed out as soon as he pulled it.

Wang Ling hurriedly cut off a piece of the police officer's clothes with a knife and covered the sheriff's throat hard, but the sheriff was already too seriously injured, not to mention that they couldn't let the ambulance in, even if he entered the hospital now, I am afraid that he would not survive.

"You... You got your way, why... We want to use our masses for experiments..."Every time the sheriff said a word, a little blood foamed from his mouth, and he looked into Wang Ling's eyes, even making Wang Ling a little afraid to look directly at him.

"I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble. ”

"Is that trouble?!" the sheriff's eyes suddenly widened, and he desperately tried to straighten up, and the gritted teeth and red face were almost infected like a mourner. Because of the increase in blood pressure, the wound that was covered by the pressure suddenly spurted blood again.

"You... How many people have been killed, how many families have been destroyed! Why are you doing such an experiment?"

"I'm sorry, but this is not an experiment. Bing Ning pulled Wang Ling aside, then squatted down and pressed on the body of the deceased police officer, the black mist was filled, and his body had completely disappeared in a few moments.

"You—" The sheriff was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

"It's a demon who wants to steal our world, and the monster in the stadium was his lackeys in the beginning, and we... It's here to stop him, I know you might think we're a biochemical experiment for some terrorist organization or country, but in that case, we'll let you go before?"

The sheriff shook his head slightly, "I don't know what it is, but I beg you, don't let him destroy Oakland, okay?" In that short ten minutes, the sheriff saw the most terrifying picture in the world, and his subordinates all became like the monster, their eyes were red, and their skin was black. The hands that were supposed to protect the residents were now reaching out to the innocent people. The sheriff watched as little Tom, who had just been recruited by his subordinates for less than two months, was pressed to the ground by his colleagues in the second group and torn to pieces. The sheriff was also knocked to the ground by Bobby, hitting his head on the wheel hub, and immediately fainted.

By the time he woke up, most of the officers who had pulled him and Poppy apart had already died, and Poppy was gone, and the only officer still standing there was a man using his five fingers to cut a man's throat

Rip it out. Hearing the sheriff's cough, he pounced on it and was killed there by the sheriff's volley.

"We're not just going to stop him from destroying Oakland, we're going to organize him to destroy every city on this planet. Wang Ling nodded solemnly.

"Thank you. The sheriff pulled out Glock's magazine, which had been pushed into the bolt at the last minute, and threw away the empty magazine, and the sheriff pointed the gun at his head.

"I... I felt the feeling that Bobbi was talking about, that pain... Right in my... In the head, there is something that wants... Plunder my will. By the way, please... Find Bobby... Kill him..."

His voice stopped abruptly at the bullet, and he was extremely experienced and sent the bullet directly under his ear into his brain stem, and his body didn't even twitch, and he died directly.

"Bingning, it's good that you are responsible for cleaning up the scene, let's come, kill, people!" Wang Ling raised his head suddenly, he heard it, he saw it, at this time, those infected mourners had already crossed the Treasure Island training ground and were running in the direction of the center of the town.

They are like infected rabies patients, unlike the predatory instinct of zombies, they have only one purpose, which is to kill people and then continue to spread. Once a corpse like Scott who knows how to disguise itself spreads around the world through various means of transportation, the number of people infected will increase exponentially.

"What an apostle of the plague, what a calculation!" Wang Ling ran fast, and his death made his eyes almost red. The fastest of those hideous guys had almost rushed to the fence, and they were never allowed to escape.

"Come up!" the roar of the motor suddenly sounded beside her, it was Juan Fu, who somehow got a golf cart, and Millie grabbed the A-pillar of the cart and stepped on the right side.

"good girl!" Wang Ling jumped and grabbed the frame of the ball cart, which should be called a roll cage, and Juan Fu stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the engine of the same model as the lawn mower let out a piercing scream. The turf was wrapped up in wheels and tossed everywhere.

"Come on, come to your father!" Wang Ling pulled out his belt, went around the frame and buckled it to death, passed his right arm through the belt, and pressed his feet the pedals and frame.

There was no need to rush after them, the sound of the golf cart's engine and the light of the headlights quickly attracted the attention of the mourners, and they howled towards the golf cart.

"Oh my God, so much?" Looking at the black press, Juan Fu's hand trembled a little.

"Keep going!" Millie, who had not shown much combat power, spoke, she fixed herself with her left arm, and stretched out her right hand to the mourners in front of her, and the blue flames in her eyes began to burn.

100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters! The mourning spirits running at the front were getting closer and closer, and just when Wang Ling could hardly help but shoot, a huge sound suddenly came from his side.

What kind of sound was that? Thick and sharp, low and high-pitched? Wang Ling couldn't tell at all, a sound wave visible to the naked eye radiated outside with them as the center, and the idiots who ran in front of them were suddenly swept down like sickles and leeks.

Because the rear ones didn't have time to stop, they didn't have the intention of stopping, and they fell in front

When the mourning spirit struggled to get up, it was brought down and pulled down, and they all fell into a ball.

Juan Fu stepped on the brakes, and the wheels slid out for a few meters before stopping, and both of them looked at Millie in shock. No wonder she hadn't used her ability before, she wasn't easy to use casually.

And Millie's attack was not over yet, and it was even said that it had just begun, and that large range of sound waves covered a large part of the space in front of the three of them, and the power of the 60th of the Soul Oracle List: Banshee's Howl officially lifted her veil.

The sound was like the moving air of a hurricane in a wind tunnel test, accelerating dramatically as the pitch increased. And the impact of the sound wave is far from the most terrifying part of the power of the Banshee's howl, mixed with infrasound, ultrasound, and the terrifying amplitude of the sonic attack, so that everything within its range has a concussion, and the turf on the ground can be seen jumping.

The transformation of those mourning spirits is not complete, unlike Scott or Andrew, because the speed of diffusion is too fast, there are too many people and they have not been infected for a long time, most of them are still in the consciousness erased, they have not yet awakened the soul oracle, and their bodies have not changed much, but they are uncontrollable, almost self-destructive, using the ** of the "former master".

Under the attack of the banshee's howl, the already faint red light in their eyes flickered and dimmed, and if there was nothing, they rolled on the ground in pain, holding their heads and screaming.

Residents living on the outskirts of Maungarei will never forget the gunfire and the sound of hell on a night when there was no internet connection and no calls. Even if she wasn't struck by the sound, the high, shrill soprano voice and the terrible screams that followed awakened the deepest fears in the hearts of the inhabitants.

They didn't need the Hunter to send any kind of prompts, they all closed the doors and windows, hiding in their mattresses and shivering.

Wang Ling felt that his eardrums were about to be broken, he wanted to cover his ears, but it didn't work, the role of the Banshee's howl was more to make the enemy lose his combat effectiveness, if it was used until the deadline, its power was also terrifying, but Millie would also lose its combat power, now is not the time to use it.

Wang Ling endured the feeling of his head buzzing on the door, turned over and jumped on the roof of the car, picked up the sigh of the gods with his hands clenched, and began to shoot with his life. This time he was condescending, and all the mourners were lying there waiting to be "executed", and every second bullet was bound to shatter a dehumanized head.

Juan Fu also jumped down from the driver's seat and took down the submachine gun on her back, she didn't have as good marksmanship as Wang Ling, so she directly pulled the trigger and sprinkled the angry barrage on the limbs of the mourners.

How long has it been? A minute, maybe less, Wang Ling once again unloaded the empty magazine, the barrel of the black shark and white whale was a little red from the violent fire, and there was no one in front of him who could still move.

Or rather, there is no one left alive.

Millie stopped releasing the oracle, and threw herself from the golf cart to the grass with her hands limp, her face as white as paper, and her sweat dripping down, gasping for breath.

A thumbs up appeared in front of her, and Juan Fu crouched in front of her, shaking off his hand, which was a little numb from the continuous shooting. "Millie, you're amazing, your lung capacity is so big!"