More than a dozen industrial fungus insects were still spitting disgusting flocculents, constantly wrapping the three-meter-tall sarcoma in the mucus pool. Wang Zhiyuan picked up the AK47 in his hand and smashed those disgusting bugs one by one with a gun. The rest of the bullets from the magazine were all on the large, trembling sarcoma.

More than a dozen shots were fired, and the big sarcoma suddenly began to tremble rapidly, and a crack opened at the top in an instant, and an arm-thick tentacle threw towards Wang Zhiyuan's head. Wang Zhiyuan frightened and threw the AK47 with an empty magazine in his hand, and dodged backwards and tripped over the insect remains on the ground, and sat on the ground.

The slime-covered tentacles swept away the thrown AK47, and the tentacles slammed the AK47 tightly, and the twisted magazine immediately splattered parts, and the wooden butt was twisted into sawdust. The pop-up bolt spring "snap~" smashed on the power armor helmet mask, instantly waking up Wang Zhiyuan, who was still a little dazed sitting on the ground.

The tentacles that were rolled up in the previous section smashed straight down towards Wang Zhiyuan's head like a sledgehammer. Hurriedly raised his right foot and kicked the back of the tentacle hammer, and the knee joint of the right leg of the power armor clicked and misplaced more than a centimeter. I only felt a stuffiness in my chest, and the semi-arc chest armor of the power armor was smashed by the tentacles, and a shallow pit of two or three centimeters was smashed.

In a hurry, Wang Zhiyuan couldn't bother to open the buckle of the semi-automatic shotgun, pressed it against his waist and pointed at the tentacles in front of him, and instantly exploded human potential and fired eight shots in two seconds. The tentacle quilt that was twisting to wrap around Wang Zhiyuan's neck was broken, and he lost his strength. With his right hand, he stuffed the gun into the tentacles that were still writhing, and forcefully pulled the tentacles from his body, and with his left hand, he tore off the tentacles that were wrapping around his body.

Sitting on the ground, he took a few steps back with his hands on the ground, shook off the slime on the shotgun, aimed at the rift, and shot out all the remaining 20 or so 12-gauge shots in the gun. The other people around were also firing at the big sarcoma, and Robot No. 5 moved while strafing with an M2 heavy machine gun, and Wang Zhiyuan helped him up from the ground.

After the baptism of bullets, the large sarcoma broke a few holes with mucus, and the peristaltic speed became more and more rapid, and the body continued to expand and protrude. Wang Zhiyuan has watched a lot of biochemical movies, and every time he wonders why the protagonists have to watch the monsters change their bodies layer by layer before they turn on the battle mode.

Wang Zhiyuan thought to himself: "I'm not one of those stupid protagonists. "As long as you don't detonate the missile, all the fire is on it, and this monster is not ready to kill it." With that, he took out the last two incendiary bombs from his backpack, pulled out the safety and threw them on the large trembling sarcoma.

Two flames quickly spread over the sarcoma, which was more than six meters long and three meters high. Dozens of miserable white beams focused on the big sarcoma, and the barrage fired by various light and heavy machine guns tore apart the flesh and blood of the big sarcoma piece by piece.

Finally, the taste of fire on his head, no matter which planet the immortals came from, he couldn't resist it, and with a scream, the front of the big sarcoma suddenly immediately spewed out a stream of pale green mucus towards a row of soldiers not far away. A crimson ball bounced from the crack to Wang Zhiyuan, and the air suddenly cracked into a five-petaled mouth full of barbed teeth, about to swallow Wang Zhiyuan, who was close at hand.

Robot No. 5 pulled Wang Zhiyuan to the side, pulled out a fragmentation grenade from the waist of Zhu Tianbao, who was still shooting, and took a step forward and threw the unclosed Pai Daxing's mouth. A long tendon pulls the mouth, which formed into a ball, back into the fissure in the large sarcoma.

A few seconds later, with a "boom", the large sarcoma completely broke free of the outer layer of igniting floc and rushed out of the mucus pool to extinguish the flames on its body. Wang Zhiyuan reloaded the shotgun and said, "I thought it was inside?" It turned out to be the headhunter who didn't die in a single shot on the mountain. ”

The hypertrophic abdominal crack had been blown up by the grenade and could not be closed, and the five-petaled mouth full of sharp teeth was also paralyzed and dragged out of the stomach and unable to retract. Wang Zhiyuan shouted while shooting: "That kind of mucus only has a paralyzing effect as far as I know, quickly withdraw the person and retreat." ”

Wang Zhiyuan retreated and hid behind a forklift, and on the fat belly of the headhunter stood a half-human body. Poked out his head to turn on the light and take a closer look, but the structure was just a little similar, the mouth that was divided into four petals full of sharp teeth, weakly shook the tongue that was half cut off by Wang Zhiyuan.

The translucent black-brown shell, full of wrinkles and cracks, seemed to have been half-dead by the guns that had been on the mountain a few days ago, although they had not killed it. But the pair of squid-like cup-like eyes that made Wang Zhiyuan strange were not a little angry. It felt different from the few times I had seen it before, as if it was a squid that had been dead for a long time at a fish stall.

Looking at the forklift, he shouted: "All weapons that can fire, take advantage of the damage of the monster insects, and completely eliminate this scourge." "After changing the magazine box for the M2 heavy machine gun, Robot 5 rushed out of the bunker and jumped on a missile launcher to shoot at the headhunter's thick right front leg. The 12.7-millimeter tracer bullet brought out red lines and punched a dozen fist-sized holes in the forelimbs that were nearly the thickness of oil drums.

Finally, after dozens of holes were opened in the thick right front leg, a large amount of body fluid flowed out and could no longer support the weight of the body, and the headhunter, which was more than six meters long, collapsed to the ground. Wang Zhiyuan glanced at the forklift next to him and half a tank of fuel, jumped on the forklift to start the engine, raised the forklift to half a height, and kicked the accelerator straight to the headhunter who was struggling frantically on the ground.

The forklift in the headhunter's hypertrophied abdomen of several tons slammed into a large chunk, and the crack in the abdomen squeezed out a large pool of yellow-green mucus. Two long forks pierced the chest cavity of the headhunter, and the headhunter waved its forelimbs wildly, but unfortunately it was less than a meter away from Wang Zhiyuan, who was sitting in the cab.

Seeing that the only head hanging on the tree-like structure on the back of the headhunter was glaring at him viciously, Wang Zhiyuan glanced at it in puzzlement and pushed the fork lever control lever directly to the top. After driving forward for another meter, he pressed the forklift wheels to death, and the headhunter's abdomen, which was already paralyzed, slowly rose with the fork rod.

The place where the headhunter's abdomen and chest junction are tightened, and the upper body of the headhunter, which was pierced by the fork, struggled frantically. The two forelimbs like pincers kept opening and closing, waving desperately towards Wang Zhiyuan in the cab. The fork pole rises to a height of three meters, and the place where the chest cavity and abdomen of the headhunter are connected is pulled and there is a possibility of breaking at any time.

Wang Zhiyuan glanced at the white bones in the corner and scolded: "You low-level alien echinoderm is quite strong~ I have eaten so many human beings, and I will let you die a good death today." In the next ten minutes, Wang Zhiyuan kept pushing the lever up and down, and the fork rod stretched the chest cavity of the headhunter again and again, and finally looked almost done.

Wang Zhiyuan took out a grenade from his backpack, stuffed it into the chest cavity of the headhunter and shouted: "Die~alien bedbug~." An explosion sounded, and the headhunter was blown off by the waist and hung motionless on the forklift.