The explosions came and went, and the severed arms and thighs continued to fall from the sky as if they had been thrown into the air, like a heavy rain of severed limbs and arms.

Lin Song's arm was still sore, and when the last ** was thrown, Lin Song even felt that the right arm was not his own.

** exhausted, but the infected are still rushing towards here.

Well, there is a situation, the infected people at the beginning are all very casual clothes, that is to say, those people are all test subjects or ordinary infected people who were caught by ****.

But there is a clear difference between the infected who rushed over now and the one who was eliminated just now.

Because the emblems on their bodies can be seen at a glance, they are all the guards of this base, or the Praetorian Guards here.

If it weren't for the stiffness of the infected's steps and the feeling of being dead zombies, Lin Song would really think that they were the army sent by the base to hunt Lin Song.

Could it be that the entire base is infected, and is it really being manipulated by that psychopathic mad scientist?

Lin Song didn't have time to think about it, he opened his bow left and right, holding a strengthened version of the violent fire in one hand, ** there were a hundred rounds of ammunition, and it can be said that the two hands together have at least two hundred rounds of ammunition.

The firepower is abundant, and the recoil of this violent fire is minimal, suitable for one-handed combat, and it is extremely flexible to use.

For Lin Song, it is like a tiger with wings, and the rise of Lin Song's killing is not relying on supply boxes, but taking the initiative to attack, chasing those who are infected and shooting.

Many of the primitive infected have evolved, and the vast majority of the infected in these guards are primary infected people with limited abilities, and they basically come to give people heads.

Lin Song only needs to aim and shoot with the muzzle of the gun, and everything will be fine, brush up on experience points, and lick a kit in a while, basically this game can be said to be half the success.

The violent fire and ammunition were exhausted, and Lin Song didn't have any nervousness, because those opponents were really weak, and they didn't need to dodge at all, just fire bullets directly.

Lin Song threw away the hellfire and pulled out two **** from his waist, the bright silver body of the gun looked particularly domineering, and the enhanced version of the ** twenty rounds of spare ammunition can catch up with the ammunition supply of the assault rifle.

Coupled with the strong lethality of ****, almost a bullet can be a perfect headshot, so that there is no waste of point killing.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Lin Song's steady and accurate shooting made those infected people have no way to escape, and those who don't understand the market see this picture, and think that the infected people are hunting Lin Song, but experienced people can see at a glance that this is Lin Song hunting the infected.

If the infected were still conscious, they would have been so scared that they peed their pants, but unfortunately they were just a bunch of unconscious beasts.

When the last bullet exploded the head of the infected, Lin Song's face showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

"Is there anything else, it's all out."

After eliminating all the infected, Lin Song was also tired and felt that he was about to fall apart, but he couldn't admit it, and shouted at the sky, because there was still a perverted scientist here.

"Hahaha, Lin Song, do you think you are the victor if you kill all the infected?"

The image of the old guy appeared in the air again, and his words seemed to imply that he was the king here, controlling everything, Lin Song was just a martial artist, and the old guy had never looked down on Lin Song from beginning to end.

"If I don't accept you, let's see how Lao Tzu kills you."

As soon as Lin Song saw that old guy, he didn't get angry, if it weren't for him, Qin Xue wouldn't have suffered that kind of inhuman treatment, and now he was still in extreme panic, and his life was threatened, so Lin Song couldn't control his emotions, so he had to find the old guy to fight him.

"Hehe, you want to provoke me to duel with you, do you think Lao Tzu is as stupid as you, Lao Tzu doesn't play force with martial arts, so many infected people are not your opponents, and Lao Tzu is definitely not either, but you want to find Lao Tzu, wait for you to collect the body of your friend."

The old guy sneered, he has the ability to control life and death, he has seen through the mentality of this world, and he disdains to be with Lin Song.

"What kind of ability do you have to threaten a woman, come to me for something."

When Lin Song heard that the old guy was going to kill Qin Xue, he was also panicked at that time, and hurriedly responded.

However, at this time, Lin Song had long lost the domineering he had just now, and seemed to be bargaining with the old guy with a tone of negotiation.

"Oh. So you throw in the towel? ”

The old guy's tone also changed, and he became playful, as if he was playing a game of cat and mouse with Lin Song. If you don't play Lin Song to death, the old guy won't find it enjoyable.

"Admit defeat, Huaguo's special forces have never conceded defeat to anyone, they have not before, they will not be now, and they will not be in the future."

Lin Songxin said that even if he died, he couldn't embarrass the Huaguo special forces and the old sword king.

"I think you're a dead duck, so you're left with a hard mouth. You don't throw in the towel, do you? ”

The old guy smiled evilly, and then the picture changed to Qin Xue again.

Lin Song was immediately stunned, and his little face turned pale, because he saw that the countdown ** under Qin Xue at this time had already entered the sixty-second program of less than a minute.

Those who know the timing know that once it enters the final countdown stage, it means that the risk coefficient of the elimination of the first is skyrocketing, because the fuse current is naturally cut off, and an explosion may occur at any time.

"I admit it, but it is limited to my personal behavior, and it does not represent the special forces of China."

Lin Song knew that if he argued with this perverted madman again, Qin Xue would be dead, and there would be no time.

"Haha, aren't you a special soldier of Huaguo?"

The old guy scoffed defiantly.

"I ......"

Lin Song didn't know how to answer, no matter how Lin Song answered, he would fall into the pit that the old guy dug for him.

If you say yes, then it means that Hua Guo admits it, if you say no, then it has nothing to do with Qin Xue, and Lin Song naturally loses the legitimacy of rescuing Qin Xue.

"What are you, kowtow to Lao Tzu and admit it, saying that all of you Huaguo are cowards, and Lao Tzu will let you go."

The old guy asked Lin Song to weigh it himself, there were less than thirty seconds left, and if he hesitated any longer, there would be no room for salvation.

"Don't don't, I'm Huaguo's special forces, but I can't represent all the special forces, I can only represent the sword squad, I admit it."

Lin Song said bitterly.

"Hahaha, the game is over, stop, hey, why is it out of control?"

'Boom'

The helicopter was shattered in a volley.