Of course, the corpse does not move, the mucus barely flows, and the area is limited. The mouse's eyes flashed with a wary gaze, and its nose kept sniffing vigorously, and after making sure that the lump of food would not cause him any trouble, he hesitated to walk over.

Before he could open his mouth to taste the expected deliciousness, the mountain rat felt an irresistible force grab him, and with a "whoosh" he picked it up from the ground, covering directly on the surface of the delicious looking food.

It was a slime.

It "sticks" to the mountain mouse like an arrow.

If there is a high-definition camera next to you to capture the whole process, you will definitely find that it is a very similar action to chameleon hunting. The poor mountain rat didn't even have time to scream, so it was ejected and stuck to its own liquid pressed into Liu Tianming's body and became a part of his body.

More than an hour passed, and Liu Tianming gradually changed.

The body no longer melts, and the slime no longer flows. They're getting hard. It's like the blood that flows out of the body dries up, clots, and becomes a thick covering near the wound. Perhaps due to oxidation, the dried slime is no longer transparent, but takes on a dull gray color similar to that of the ground. In this process, all the clothes on Liu Tianming's body were decomposed, and even his underwear was not left.

The slime seems to be intensely corrosive, and the assault rifle gradually dissolves, and the bullets turn into clumps of gray-green liquid. The darkness obscured everything, and no one was aware of what was happening.

A mass of irregular objects is forming. It is based on Liu Tianming, who fell from the sky. If you hadn't looked at it from a certain angle, you wouldn't have noticed that it was a humanoid lying on its side.

……

It's dawn.

The sun awakens all the sleepers on the ground. Birds began to crow in the branches. Yes, it is definitely not a "singing" understood by people with rich feelings, but a declaration of war issued to all the insects in the world———— Lao Tzu is awake, Lao Tzu is hungry, and it will be rolled out of the nest one by one, I will eat you!

Three military off-road vehicles approached from a distance and stopped in a clearing near the woods. Yin Tengxiao scattered around the neighborhood with a few soldiers, carefully searching the surroundings.

There are many things that can tell that this is the landing point: charred rags and parts, bits and pieces of food, cracked kettles...... One of the most striking objects is the white parachute scattered among trees and shrubs, and the surface is covered with dirt.

It's not complete, only half of it remains.

A soldier picks up a parachute from the ground and stares suspiciously at the edge of the fabric. He didn't understand, what force was this extremely strong fabric torn apart? No...... This is obviously not the result of a strong tear, there are no threads, no cracks, and no smooth cuts left by tools like scissors. It seems to ...... It's the effect of being burned by the flames, but why aren't there black scorch marks? Is it a slight yellowish yellowing in white?

Yin Tengxiao saw a rabbit poking his brain in the grass. He rushed over with astonishing speed, grabbed the poor animal's long ear, and snatched the rabbit out of the dirt hole before it had time to escape.

The mutant cells did not find the breath of their own kind. This indicates that there are no infected organisms in the vicinity, so there is no danger. Yin Tengxiao picked up the poor rabbit high and looked at it closely, a smile appeared on his stubble face.

Tonight's meat dish is here. This rabbit is very fat, peeled and cut into pieces, put cooking wine, and braised with garlic and chili peppers, just thinking about it makes people feel happy.

A soldier walked up to Yin Tengxiao and saluted, and said seriously: "Report, no traces of survivors have been found, and no remains of the deceased have been found. ”

Yin Tengxiao waved his hand disappreciatively: "These guys fled quickly. Speaking of which, it's also the responsibility of those guys at the ground monitoring station. They should have told us as soon as they found the target, instead of sending out some hellish fighters. ”

Everybody wants credit. There are open and secret battles at all times. The ground search forces did not receive the news until the early hours of this morning...... The reason is simple: the loss of three fighters at once, such a heavy responsibility is enough for the officer on duty to commit suicide by swallowing a gun. But he still wanted to make a final effort: just yesterday, after the end of the air battle, two more fighters were sent. Unfortunately, it was too late by then. After a whole night of determining the target airliner that had been shot down, the officer on duty mustered up the courage to report to the new Beijing base.

In peacetime, fierce air battles are sure to attract the attention of the people in the region. But now, the civilians in the vicinity are either dead or fleeing.

The scattered objects on the ground have no meaning, and it is impossible to determine the direction of escape of the lander. Yin Tengxiao admired the loot in his hand for a few seconds, casually commanded the soldiers beside him, led the people out of the woods, re-entered the military off-road vehicle, and quickly drove away from this place.

Including Yin Tengxiao, everyone saw Liu Tianming lying in the dirt pit.

No one thought it was a corpse, and no one associated him with the target they were searching for. Liu Tianming lay in the pit, only about two centimeters above the ground, surrounded by shrubs and weeds, and the surface of the mucus that had turned into a hard lump was rough, looking like a rock half-buried in the soil.

If someone walks over and taps their fingers on the surface, they will definitely hear a hollow sound of "bang bang".

But no one did.

As long as you have a normal brain or don't have a special hobby, you won't use your hands to knock any stones.

The convoy faded away, and everything was calm again.

The scorching heat that had been scorching for days was finally showing signs of abating, and the clouds in the sky were thickening and raindrops were falling.

……

When Chen Lin woke up, she smelled a very pungent smell of smoke.

It's a house. The window hung high above Chen Lin's head. The glass was so dirty that the surface was covered with an unknown layer of dirt that she couldn't see outside. But this layer of dirt blocks out the sunlight and softens the light. Even though it is facing the sky on its back, it does not feel uncomfortable in direct sunlight.

The pungent smell of smoke was still so strong.

Chen Lin found herself unable to move. She struggled for a moment, horrified to find her hands tied behind her back, her feet together, and a white telephone cord firmly tied to her ankles. The whole person was lying on the ground, his backpack was gone, and he couldn't even feel the fighting knife that was usually inserted in his waist.

The source of the smoke smell is, of course, the burning flame. Chen Lin tried to turn sideways and saw the earthen stove made of bricks and stones in the center of the room. Several pieces of apparently crumbled wooden furniture were exposed on the edge of the stove, and a large iron pot was placed on the stove, and flames were constantly wafting out of the gap between the edges connected to the bricks. It's like a demon's red tongue, constantly licking the bottom of the black pot.

There was the sound of footsteps, and two women walked in through the open door. One is very fat, the other is a little short. The subordination between the two can be judged by their height and volume. Chen Lin, who couldn't move, saw the very fat middle-aged woman walk in front of her and squatted down, she was holding a lit cigarette in her mouth, the brand was exactly the same as the cigarette Chen Lin put in her backpack.

That should be my stuff.

"Are you awake?"

The fat woman was leaning on her slippers, and while she spoke, a strong smell emanated from her mouth, and she almost smoked Chen Lin to death: "How do you feel?" Is it better? ”

Chen Lin forcibly endured the strong bad breath wafting from the other party's mouth: "Who are you?" Why are you tying me up? ”

She heard a "coo" sound coming from the iron pot on the stove in the center of the room. That's when the water is boiling. I don't know why, this voice made Chen Lin feel empty in his heart, and there was an indescribable fear.

The fat woman didn't talk to her.

She casually unbuttoned the clothes on Chen Lin's chest, revealing a large patch of white and tender skin.

The short woman standing next to her sneered disdainfully: "It's actually red, it's really a shameless slut." ”

She was referring to Chen Lin's bra: bright red, covered in mesh lace, with a gathered design that converging the entire breasts towards the middle, bulging upwards like a volcano. Chen Lin has always been full of confidence in her figure, and the huge size makes it impossible for her underwear to cover it all, and even the red tip quietly emerges from the edge of her underwear, sneaking up like a thief.

Chen Lin couldn't help but feel annoyed: What clothes does the old lady wear for you? What about red? What the hell is going on with you?

Of course, she couldn't have said these words. Now the situation is very strange, and she doesn't know what these two women want to do. Obviously, he was knocked unconscious when he parachuted to land, and then he fell into the hands of the other party.

The fat woman smirked, her fat short and thick fingers extended downward, and pinched Chen Lin's ass a few times.

Her hips don't have much shape and her muscles are strong. The arc that follows the waist upwards highlights the wonderful lines of the whole body here. This is the result of perennial exercise, and Chen Lin has maintained a fitness habit in peacetime. She even has a Certificate in Latin Dance Grade 9. Although many girls are younger than Chen Lin, they do not have her determination and perseverance in exercising. In comparison, the round and upturned buttocks are the eye-catching capital of Chen Lin, and they are even higher than the appearance score on the face.

"You've got a lot of good stuff on you."

The fat woman plucked the cigarette from her mouth, flicked the ash with her fingers, turned her head, and glanced at the wall on the side. Following the guidance of her gaze, Chen Lin saw her backpack.

The zipper opened, revealing the tin cans inside, as well as a few unopened compressed biscuits. Assault rifles leaned to the side, six fully loaded magazines stacked on top of each other.

The fat woman twisted Chen Lin's face with her dirty and slippery fingers, and let out threatening words: "Tell me, what should I do with that gun?" ”

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