Blood doesn't matter if it's unclean or clean, it's all about coming from the outside.

Blood has an indescribable beauty, and at the same time, it can be attached to an unspeakable evil.

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Umbrella Division, Basement 1.

The man drenched in blood smiled slightly, and when he stretched out his hand, it was blood-red.

Gulping in large gulps, the blood mist that had floated in the air from the explosion was so sweet even when mixed with the dust and smoke.

At least for the man standing here, bleeding from the hem of his shirt and trousers, the air was sweet.

He smiled, but he didn't smile because of the Shura field in front of him that he directed.

He smiled, as if he had gotten his favorite plaything.

I'm afraid this smile is the same as blood......

"It's not enough...... That feeling wasn't enough!"

With such a smile he uttered inexplicable words, and for the first time his black eyes showed a look of longing.

He moved, and his body, which should have been exhausted, was driven to take steps by a somewhat painful brain that was also exhausted of mental strength.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

He ran, running through a floor of corpses and debris.

The blood here has lost its vitality, and the blood mist is gradually sinking under the influence of gravity, and if he wants to continue the feeling in his heart and savor it, he must find more fresh blood.

"Mr. Mo Xie, there was just a loud explosion! Are you alright?"

An anxious female voice came from the communicator on the man's waist, with a slight gasp in her voice, and it is conceivable that the owner of the voice should be running at this moment.

"We've been hit by a wave of explosions!We've suffered heavy casualties!Enemies have fled!I'm going to stop their next move!" The man grabbed the communicator and yelled a few times, then casually dropped it on the ground to the side.

Don't bother me at this time!

There was an inexplicable divine light in Lin Ming's eyes, and his speed had already reached half of the maximum value when he didn't use his mental power.

This speed is comparable to that of an athlete's 100-meter sprint.

Hurry up a little more!

Constantly breathing in the blood mist in the air, Lin Ming tried to stimulate his senses, for the first time in his life he had such a strong feeling and desire for something.

The touch in his heart was so subtle that it seemed to be extinguished at any time, and in the dark, Lin Ming could even feel that this might be the closest he was to his emotions.

After this village, there will be no such shop!

He sped up his speed again, but this way he couldn't guarantee the balance of his body - the first layer was now full of blood and debris, and Lin Ming could ignore them on a normal day, but now Lin Ming's state was simply the worst time ever, and it was too difficult to maintain his speed and balance at the same time without slipping.

At this time, there is no 'blue medicine' to eat. (Mo Xie only left Lin Ming a bottle of 'blue medicine', but there were quite a few 'red medicine', because he wasn't sure if Lin Ming would use secret techniques in a frenzy.) ）

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"Phew!"

Gunshots rang out in the desert night sky, and Claire, who had been aiming for a long time, finally pulled the trigger.

"Ahem!"

The recoil of the umbrella's special bullets was not ordinarily large, and even the dispersion of the stock, which was as stocky as a shotgun, made Claire snort.

The pain crept through her shoulder, and she could clearly feel that her shoulder might not be able to withstand even three or four more shots.

However, the pain was not paid in vain, and the special bullet directly pierced the body of a sneak attacker below.

"Ahh

The location of the bullet was probably his hands and feet, and the bursting bullet directly tore the wound, so the injured let out a heart-rending howl.

It seems that even a formally trained soldier screams like a when he suddenly suffers great pain......

Inexplicable words flashed through Claire's mind, and she suddenly felt that the pain in her shoulder was not so obvious.

The warhead that shot out illuminated the situation below for an unknown hundredth of a second or a thousandth of a second, and several people on Claire's side shot at the same time in such a short moment.

"Phew!"

"Click!"

"Horn!"

From sniper rifles, submachine guns to rifles, Claire's weapons and equipment are so messy, but such scattered gunshots are mixed together without the slightest sense of disobedience.

From Claire's first shot at the wilderness, the wilderness has been lit up intermittently, as if it were the flash of a camera during continuous shooting, except that the illuminated subjects below don't like to pose.

Their response was gunfire and tongues of fire, but the position was not good, and it was difficult to hit the top from the bottom position.

The bullets splattered dust and sand on the edge of the slope, and Claire rolled to avoid what would hurt her.

"Phew!"

The second shot was only a second apart from the first, and there was no aiming, just relying on the memories of the previous night vision binoculars to watch.

The second shot didn't bring much response, and I don't know if it was a direct death or a void.

The firepower of the intruder was too strong, and the people in the convoy only had a chance to sneak attack at the beginning, and then they had to choose to bow down and hold their heads under the too strong firepower of the opponent.

Yes, it is indeed difficult to do much damage from below, but it is still possible to use dense fire to make the people above dare not raise their heads and fire.

As long as such firepower is maintained, waiting for Claire and the others, the end is only defeat.

It's just that even though he already knew this, no one could raise his body to fight back.

All they had was the sneak attack at the beginning of the battle.

"Damn!"

The tearing pain in her shoulder and the sheer amount of adrenaline hormones in her body kept Claire's brain awake like never before, and he could even easily spot every gunshot that came from below.

It's just that it doesn't do them the slightest bit good for their current situation.

The sand was flying, and the sand and gravel on her hands that were protecting her head had already caused a lot of wounds.

Slightly leaning on the movement of her limbs and retreating, her clothes close to the ground were already dirty.

Claire gestures to the people in the convoy, motioning for someone close to the car to try to drive.

It's just that......

"Phew!"

An accent brought up a puddle of blood.

To reach the height of the car door is bound to expose yourself to enemies under the high slopes.

What to do?

Do you want to crawl away like this?

Will they let us crawl away?

Thoughts flowed through her heart like an electric current, and Claire looked up slightly cautiously.

She couldn't see anything in the smoke, and the figure of the enemy who was raining bullets down the slope was obscured by the smoke.

"Phew!"

She fired another shot at the blurred shadows, an inaccurate shot that didn't take anyone away.

The shot only caused Claire more pain.

"Phew!"

Claire wasn't the only one who dared to shoot here, a shot from Uncle Ethan was very successful in taking away a shadow from the smoke.

It's just that the other party gives more responses.

"Bang!"

Those who dare to stand up are rewarded only with bullets.

A bullet that pierces the body.

Uncle Ethan lay down, his sniper rifle out of his hands.

Claire could see the clothes behind him quickly becoming wet around a few dots on his back, in the light of the campfire behind him.

"Ethan!"

She screamed as she lowered her head as far as she could.

Her face had been pressed to the ground, and the sand felt so cold and rough to the touch.

"Ahh

Uncle Ethan lay there motionless, and Claire screamed at this, and she turned over, and the curtain of starry sky seemed to break through the ceiling of countless openings.

The right shoulder was no longer flexible, and Claire held the gun with her inflexible right hand, and she used her left hand to reach for the bullet from her waist pocket.

It took less than ten seconds to replace the bullets, which seemed to be so long in Claire's senses.

"Am I going to die here tonight?"

The highest and not the worst of the thoughts that flow through my mind.

"Mr. Mo Xie...... If you have a spirit in heaven......"

The stars in the night sky were in front of Claire's eyes, and she was silently chanting to them, but she didn't know what to pray for halfway through.

Is there any outlier who can save them from such a desperate situation?

"Roar~!"

There seemed to be a roar mixed with a gunshot that didn't seem like a human voice, as if an ancient beast had been awakened by the sound of gunfire in the night.

The roar was full of longing and ferocity.