On an unnamed hill, a sci-fi disc-shaped flying object crashed into the middle of the mountain, most of which was submerged in the mound, and the exposed electronic components could be seen in the broken shell.

There were a few military tents scattered around, but not a single figure who was supposed to patrol at night could be seen, and the whole camp was silent, not even a single star of fire could be seen, as if there was a terrible beast in the darkness that had swallowed everything up.

The boots stomped on the slightly damp pile of fallen leaves, making a slight noise, which was soon drowned out by the cacophony of insects.

With a few blue flashes from time to time on the goggles with the display, Mia cast her eyes on the camp in the distance, the night was not an obstacle for her.

The cool outfit exposes most of the skin such as the thighs and arms, which is not a good choice in the summer woods, but whenever a mosquito approaches, a circle of electricity appears, and before long, the ground is already covered with the charred carcasses of mosquitoes.

Just as Mia was about to approach the camp, the sky was filled with the sound of helicopter wings vibrating and searchlights constantly scanning the trees.

Mia's steps retracted, and then a flash of green light flashed as her figure disappeared in place.

The helicopter landed in a flat field that had been sorted out next to the camp, and six heavily armed soldiers jumped down with guns in hand, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual around, they divided into two groups and cautiously walked towards the camp with their backs to their teammates.

The dead silence made the squad nervous, and sweat made the air in their helmets even hotter.

The leader held his gun and walked back and forth several times in the camp by the light of the tactical flashlight, and found that he did not see a single corpse except for a few items scattered on the ground.

According to the above information, it seems that the people in the camp have been attacked and lost contact, but the situation at the moment seems a little weird.

The last three were left outside the camp, while the first three cautiously stepped into the camp, a putrid stench wafting through the air.

Even in summer, corpses shouldn't decompose to this extent in a day, especially since not a single figure has been seen yet.

The captain walked to a tent and vaguely heard the sound of chewing coming from inside, as if someone was eating.

The captain raised his hand and gestured, and the two members of the team quickly stood guard at the tent door, while he lifted the tent curtain with the tip of his gun.

The beam of light of the tactical flashlight instantly exposed the situation in the tent to his eyes.

Flesh, stumps, and stench all rolled in.

The whole tent was like purgatory.

Puff –

An eyeball was crushed by the captain's boots, making a soft noise that made him frown.

In the center of the tent, a man in a researcher's lab coat was kneeling in a pile of flesh with his back to the doorway, and his hands were constantly flipping, as if searching for something, and the chewing sound he had just heard was apparently coming from him.

It seems that this is the only survivor in the camp, and may know what is going on here.

The captain thought so, but saw that the other party seemed to hear the movement and slowly turned his head.

"Oh, Shet!"

The moment he saw the other party's appearance, the captain couldn't help but scold.

It was a face that I probably couldn't eat for a week after seeing it.

Under the light of the tactical flashlight, the pale to bluish complexion is obviously not what a normal person should have, the eyes without focus bulge outward like dead fish, the earthworm-like black blood vessels cling to the face like vines, the milky white maggots wriggle between the cracks on the face and the nose and mouth, the bloody mouth is still dripping viscous liquid, and in his hands, he is holding an object that is probably a liver, and the open abdomen exposes the swollen stomach and intestines, as if it may be broken at any time.

The other party did not pounce as expected, but kept opening and closing his mouth, his body twitched, as if he wanted to say something, which made the captain, who had already aimed at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, stop his finger on the trigger and did not pull it for the time being.

I saw that the white coat covering the tattered abdomen seemed to be in pain, and a hoarse cry came from his mouth.

Suddenly, a premonition of danger hit his heart, and the captain subconsciously shot and dodged to the side.

I saw that the mouth of the white coat suddenly opened 120 degrees, and high-pressure blood columns mixed with blood, broken bones and internal organ fragments gushed out.

The powerful impact tore the captain's left arm directly from his shoulder to pieces, and corrosive white smoke continued to rise from the fracture.

In the captain's painful wail, the white coat, which had shrunk into a dry corpse, collapsed against a bullet hole in the center of his eyebrows, and his abdominal cavity was empty.

And this time, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the guys in white coats who had stopped moving tore the tent one after another and rushed out, screaming and rushing towards everyone.

One soldier holds a bottle of spray and treats the captain with a broken arm, while another raises his gun to stop the zombies from approaching.

The three men guarding outside the camp hurriedly began to rescue, and the fierce gunfire and roars tore through the curtain of silence.

A male zombie holding a belly as pregnant as if his head was shattered and stopped in front of the three of them.

But as they turned the muzzle of their guns, the chest and abdomen of the guy in front of them suddenly swelled, and then burst like an over-inflated balloon.

Large shards of broken bones splattered in all directions, shooting towards them.

One of them was unlucky, and a sharp bone pierced through his right eye, turning his brain into a pulp.

Although the other two were not dead, they were also wounded all over their bodies, and they were almost unable to hold the guns in their hands.

"Bang!"

In a stunned look, a zombie with a gun in his hand was not just a coincidence but instinct, and the bullet once again pierced a soldier's head.

In the face of this group of monsters, the six-person team that was caught off guard soon left only the one-armed captain and a member of the team broke out and escaped to the helicopter.

"Quick, take off!"

The captain shouted anxiously, but in response was the pilot's fallen body.

I saw a creature with a mushroom-shaped head on top and a body full of tentacles crawling out with a toy-like coiled pistol wrapped around its tentacles.

Zizi two currents shot out, and the two who were lucky enough to escape still couldn't avoid the tragic ending.

Then another flash of lightning shot out of the mushroom-headed gun, and the two fallen men climbed up on the ground, and at this time, they also became one of the zombies.

The mushroom's two mung bean-like eyes seemed to sparkle with joy, and the tentacles of the lower body moved and climbed down from the helicopter.

At that moment, a metal cage fell from the sky, enclosing it inside, and Mia's figure emerged in the blur of light and shadow, and she walked up to the trapped mushroom head, looking at the guy who wanted to escape with interest.

The huge War Lord combined in mid-air, two strong arms lifted the cage, and Mia jumped to her feet, sat on the War Lord's body, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

And the zombies in the camp have all been turned into charcoal.