Although there were a thousand kinds of reluctance, I was relieved to see Daxia expertly open the parachute as soon as he jumped out of the helicopter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Well, that's my business next. There's no parachute, so I'm on my own.

The helicopter, which had been knocked down on one side, spun in the air and fell to the ground, but at the moment I was still debugging the button and activating the weapon explosion safety program. All the lights around me were flashing, and a voice screamed and repeated "crash", as if urging me to get out of the way.

I glanced at my feet. It's at least thirty meters above the ground, right? If it doesn't fall into meat sauce, it's a biological miracle.

When I saw the towering radome of the radar communication station, I suddenly rushed into despair with the hope of "the road to the sky". It doesn't matter, whether it's dead or alive, take a gamble.

The helicopter was barely spinning and taxiing forward, and the altitude was getting lower and lower. The back seat was already blazing, and the tail flame from the fuel tank must have looked beautiful in the sky.

But no one is in the mood to enjoy this fireworks display. Darsha wasn't there, and I was thinking about how I could use the six-meter-high radar pedestal to escape the catastrophe, and the slave laborers below...... Ignore it.

The helicopter stopped spinning, the propeller lost power, and it rushed towards the radome by inertia. Slave laborers had no thoughts, but I'm sure that the only thought that anyone who saw this scene was the word "crazy."

At the moment, I am surprisingly calm. Push open the helicopter cabin door, strap on your sniper rifle, and start calculating the force, angle, and wind speed of your jump.

The difficulty of trying to catch the edge of the radome or even the radon needle is difficult for others, but it is not difficult for me. When the idea of "jumping on the radome and fixing your position" first came to mind, a comprehensive battle plan immediately came to mind.

The functional responses of the various organs of the human body cannot be completely consistent with the brain, and only through continuous training can a high degree of coordination be achieved. Many so-called "top-notch" people rely on years of training and actual combat experience to deal with them, and use "muscle memory" to deal with them.

To put it bluntly, it is five points of confidence in one's own combat quality, plus five points of gambling.

My difference is...... I don't rely on self-confidence and I don't gamble because I'm sure I'll survive and I can turn the tide.

As I approached the radome, I jumped out of the cabin and threw myself at the radome with both hands. It was at this moment of lightning that the explosion sounded behind him, muffling the screams of the slave laborers.

I grabbed the needle in the middle of the radome with my arms and glanced behind me with trepidation. The flames of the explosion lit up the area around the blast, illuminating an elevator and an abrupt gate. Night-vision binoculars show that the gate reads "Fire Exit" in Russian.

"No luck." I closed my eyes. I felt that the slave laborers under my feet had surrounded the radome, and hundreds of life signals were still increasing.

Fortunately, there are fewer and fewer people coming out of the fire escape, and it is estimated that all the slave laborers at the communication radar station have come out, and there are several slow beastmen among them.

It's strange, more than 200 slave laborers, why didn't I feel any of them just now? Also, where did these hundreds of slave laborers come from, with a maximum of a dozen people in a communication station?

Don't...... Is there not only a Yuri troop factory underground, but also a psychic shield?

"It's so dangerous......" I broke out in a cold sweat as I looked at Yuri's troops approaching at my feet. It seems that the physical strength is infinitely close to the limit of the body. I tied the safety rope around my waist and slowly slid down from the radar pin. The slave laborers sensed my approach, and their shouts grew louder and louder, making people shudder.

"Alright. Now that it's fixed...... "I raised my sniper rifle, unloaded all the bullets from the chamber, and pulled out a round-tipped virus sniper bullet from my pocket."

This bullet is an advanced model. Even if it misses the target, it will spread a large amount of concentrated poison gas at a very fast rate when it falls to the ground (some say that even without a heavy machine gun, this bullet can make the "crowd tactic" a thing of the past).

Even in the face of such a concentrated crowd, virus sniper shells are the best to use. Since they like to concentrate, let them die a little faster.

I raised my sniper rifle and aimed it at the one in the middle of the slave laborers below. I fired, the other party was shot and fell, and then I quickly hid up the rope.

The green poison gas spread in all directions. The body of every slave laborer who was exposed to the green gas began to turn green. It won't be long before the virus spreads around......

"Looks like I'm in luck." Ten minutes later, I looked at the scene of mourning on the ground, and I let out this emotion.

And under the radome, there is already a scene of flesh and blood. In fact, it is a bit of an exaggeration to call it "flesh and blood", because as far as the eye can see, there is nothing left except bones and a disgusting viscous green liquid all over the ground. Sooner or later, the red flesh will "melt together" when it blends with the green viscous liquid, and even the bones can melt away if left for a long time.

The battle was surprisingly easy. The annoying roars of slave laborers and beastmen were no longer heard, and only the sound of corrosiveness was left in my ears.

Behind the radar is the power distribution room. Thanks to a wild beastman who had knocked on the door after being infected with the virus, the door of the power distribution room had now been smashed open. I put away my sniper rifle, pulled out my pistol and flashlight, and felt inside. Damn psychic shielding, I can't hear any mental activity.

It was dark in the room, but I could still see a figure swooping out silently. I made a quick decision, dodged before he could pounce on me, and let him land on the green slime on the ground outside the door, and the other party screamed a few times and then didn't move.

“…… Police dog? Before he could express his surprise at the skeleton on the ground, a fire flickered behind him. I hurriedly got down on my stomach, and a dense stream of bullets flew out of the upper part of the door.

"Damn! The power in the distribution room was deliberately turned off by themselves! I cursed to myself, "If I catch Yuri, I'm going to have to put this green slime on his face!" ”

But I guess there is no chance, and this opportunity is left to the slowly igniting nuclear fireball......

Picking up a bullet from the ground, the glove was unfortunately stained with some green liquid. It doesn't matter, the bullets are more stained.

Pulling out the pistol, I shot one of the ones who fired, bent down and quickly ran to the door, crouching and waiting for movement inside.

A coalition puppet conscription chased him out, and I tripped him over with an outstretched leg. Then for the remaining five minutes, I sat like this, watching his face disfigured by the green liquid, and he lay in a pile of green liquid struggling to reach out to me, and then joined the green slime and became a skeleton in clothes.

Yes, it only takes five minutes. The terrible wails in the room had just stopped, and I was already witnessing the horror of the virus sniper shells. I don't know if it's good or bad, but watching a living person turn into a skeleton, I didn't have a trace of heartbeat.

"I remember...... Don't I still have this walkie-talkie? I smiled wryly and patted my head and said to myself, "Hey? Comrade Daxia? This is Mark, the Yuri unit of the radar communication station has been cleared, please answer if you receive it. ”

After a few minutes, there was still no response.

"Hey? Daxia? Please answer when you receive it! "I'm getting a little irritable. What the hell is she doing?

The nights at the top of the snow-capped mountain are cold. The cold wind blew and I got goosebumps. I knew that I would have brought more warm clothes.

Forget it, no matter what. The poisonous fog infected after being hit by a virus sniper bullet is extremely volatile, so it should be safe in the power distribution room now, right?

"Hey, hey, hey? Answer me quickly if you receive it! "I still hold the walkie-talkie in one hand and pull down the electric brakes with the other. There were countless "ding" sounds of electricity inside and out, and the light outside was getting brighter and brighter, and the white searchlights illuminated every inch outside.

"Hey...... Mark...... Thank God...... Are you still there......" finally responded on the intercom. Thankfully, if Darsh had gone missing, I would have been here for nothing.

"What's wrong with you?" I breathed a sigh of relief, "Yuri's pets and his puppets have been cleared, where are you now?" ”

"I ...... I'm in a bit of trouble......" There was a hint of crying in Daxia's voice, and I forced down my sarcastic desire.

"I seem to ...... I can't move......"