Chen Changming pulled out the ZD-17 armored shotgun, aimed at the fish that slipped through the net, and pulled the trigger heavily.

Wesker looked at the slaughtered zombie dogs and snorted coldly, "Put twenty more trackers and let the hellhounds cooperate." ”

Twenty trackers, surrounded by upgraded zombie dogs, join the battlefield.

The Hellhound, covered in spikes and with a hard carapace, attracted most of the firepower as soon as it appeared.

Only Chen Changming, looking at the twenty trackers who were left behind, felt that something was wrong, "The trackers have made it clear that they are delivering food, and the umbrella is running out of skills?" ”

I narrowed the focal length, looked at it for a while, and didn't see anything wrong, but still cautiously asked in the communicator, "Z-101, how are you over there?" ”

"There were lickers and some tracker attacks, but we dealt with them." Z-101 replied on the communicator as he mended his guns one by one.

"Huh?" After talking to Chen Changming, Z-101 always felt that something was wrong, so he took two steps back in confusion and counted the corpses on the ground, "1, 2, 3......17?" ”

Z-101 grabbed a soldier next to him, "How many trackers were there just now?" ”

The soldier glanced at Z-101 in surprise, "20 of them?" What's wrong? ”

"That's not right!" Z-101 shouted over the communicator, "All on alert! ”

Before the words fell, seven or eight tentacles came out from the low, and violently wrapped around the neck armor shell of Z-101, and at the end of the tentacles, sharp spikes aimed at the fragile eyes of the power armor and stabbed hard.

Z-101 threw away the firearm in his hand, covered his face with one hand, and popped out the blade with the other, severing the tentacles.

Without waiting for the severed tentacles to retract, the two iron palms were closed, firmly holding the tentacles, and a backhand fell over the shoulder, dragging a tyrant out of the ground.

At least fifteen ZB-17 armored rifles were aimed at the same time, and the dense fire force had a short effect of staying in the air.

The tyrant was covered in bullet holes, plumped to the ground in smoke, motionless.

Z-101 breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thrown ZB-17 rifle, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a fighter shouting, "Be careful! It's not dead! ”

Z-101 turned his head suddenly, only to see the dense bullet holes on the tyrant's body healing rapidly.

"Molotov cocktails!" Five white phosphorus incendiary bombs exploded, instantly igniting the tyrant who had regained his feet.

"Roar~" With a hoarse roar, the tyrant rolled on it, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

There was a bang, and a power armor was caught off guard and was knocked away by another tyrant who suddenly appeared.

The tyrant roared, its tentacles waving up and down, sweeping away the white phosphorus grenades that were thrown at it.

The three warriors glanced at each other, and began to charge from three directions at the same time, the heavy three armors with a huge impact force, directly squeezed the tyrant in the middle, and the fourth warrior who followed closely behind violently broke the tyrant's mouth, and the thick barrel was directly pushed in, and with a muffled sound, it directly exploded the tyrant's head.

As soon as the third tyrant came out of the ground, he saw a circle of power armor surrounded by good intentions, and before he could let out a roar, he was violently knocked down, and the Heavenly Spirit Cover was lifted with a single shot.

Compared with it, Chen Changming's side is much more unlucky.

A combination of eighteen trackers and two tyrants, Chen Changming's side fought a little hard.

Looking at the flames of the high-speed armor-piercing bullets and the incendiary bombs, all blocked by an invisible position, Chen Changming scolded in a low voice, "Damn the power of thought!" ”

As soon as the two tyrants appeared, they went straight away, and their eyes were not as dull as those of the trackers, and there was a taste of cruelty and cunning in their eyes. Cooperate with each other, and use the power of the mind to take turns to resist, containing most of the firepower.

Eighteen trackers scattered, under the cover of the tyrant, frantically pouring firepower, dense Hellhounds, wandering around and peeping, once they found a flaw, they rushed up frantically.

Two pieces of armor had already been corroded by the spikes of the hellhounds, and they were protected from hiding behind under the cover of the crowd.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, and there were more and more hellhounds around, Chen Changming gritted his teeth, "Fire cover!" Charge with me! ”

Lightweight bullets and white phosphorus incendiary bombs were intercepted by the power site, but the heavy power armor was different.

Sure enough, the telekinetic power field, which can easily intercept bullets, can only cause a little trouble for the advance of the power armor.

Under the cover of dense firepower, Z-102 led people to break through the barrier of the telekinetic field, and with the swing of the six-handled alloy blade, he was ready to chop the tyrant into pieces.

A mocking smile appeared in the tyrant's eyes, and the telekinesis bypassed the protection of the armor and directly squeezed the skull inside.

Seeing that one of the two power armors stopped moving, and the other was also crumbling, Z-102 noticed that something was wrong, and when he felt severe pain in his head, he endured the severe pain, and flew without hesitation, directly knocking down the tyrant, and the knife fell in his hand, directly cutting off half of the tyrant's head.

"Don't go near the tyrant! Mindset can bypass the armor's defenses! Hearing this, Chen Changming stopped, didn't dare to delay, and shouted, "Cover me!" ”

After speaking, he untied a strange and simple firearm from his back, which was the hole card prepared by Chen Changming, and he tried to make a simple version of the Gauss rifle with superconducting materials.

The domineering-looking sci-fi Gauss rifle was attached to the battery of power armor at one end, and aimed at the tyrant at the other, "buzz", and the smell of burnt electricity piercing the air filled the air.

Driven by the huge kinetic energy, the magnetic needle bullet of the special nature directly penetrated the air, and from a distance, the tyrant's head was like a balloon punctured by the tip of the needle, and it exploded with a "bang".

Wesker looked at the last weapon that Chen Changming took out, and gasped, "What is the origin of this group of people!" ”

That side has lost the cover and containment of the tyrant's telekinetic field, and all that remains is a one-sided slaughter.

Chen Changming smiled bitterly and looked at the red warning signal on the helmet display, one shot, just one shot, it emptied 60% of the energy in the battery.

Standing next to the corpse of the tyrant, listening to the report of Z-102 who came over, "The tyrant manipulated the telekinesis and went directly into the power armor, crushed 169's head, and 175 passed out. ”

"Are you alright?" Chen Changming was silent for a moment, looked at Z-102 and asked.

"I'm okay, the tyrant is probably the first time to do this, and he is not very skilled, and I was one step ahead." Z-102 shuddered when he thought back to the severe pain just now, and the thought of almost getting a headshot.

"The potential of the tyrant has not yet been fully realized, and it has been solved." The Red Queen called up the relevant data of the tyrant, "According to the previous experimental data, the tyrant can crush the heads of ten zombies at the same time within ten meters. ”

"Then why only one was crushed?" Wesker asks the red queen as he points to Z-175 who has woken up from a coma.

"Long-term suppression has reduced the tyrant's body function to a minimum point, and the result of calculating the data will take thirty minutes to fully recover, and the premise is that a lot of nutrients need to be supplemented, after all, the tyrant still belongs to the scope of the organism, and the long-term storage makes the tyrant very weak."

Wesker smashed the wine glass in his hand and roared at the red queen, "Then why don't you replenish them?" ”

"You didn't give the order."

Wesker angrily punched the keyboard, "Stinky bitch!" ”

"Please take care of the company's property." The calm voice of the red queen made Wesker hold back the fire in his belly, and he had nowhere to vent.