"Roar—"

The roar came out of the mouth full of sharp teeth, echoing in the deep, sultry and dark dense forest, setting off a terrifying sound wave, and also setting off the fear in the hearts of the Canadian infantrymen! They all slowly retreated backwards, staring at the terrifying monster in amazement, and for a moment even the effective geographical intelligence had disappeared.

They had never seen a creature before, with a burly body under brown-black skin, two scarlet eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth in a hideous face. And the forehead that coiled up like a goat's horn. Fear confuses their sanity, and the chaotic intellect reminds them of memories from childhood myths, the cruel, evil, dark fear, the creature that can only be found in hell - demons!

Fear has taken over their hearts and is spreading rapidly in their minds, leaving only the most instinctive fear of living beings in their minds. They had never seen such a strange creature, they had never seen such a living demon, their eardrums were buzzing now, and they couldn't even turn around and run away with their bodies trembling.

But the terrible monster had no pity for their fear, it was as sharp as the king of the hunt, and with that slight roar, it slowly retreated backwards, disappearing into the darkness. But anyone knows that this is definitely not a retreat, but a symbol of the beginning of the hunt. And the victors who had gone into the forest, the Canadian infantry with rifles, became the prey.

Almost instantly, the sound of dense tree trunks snapping was already heard in the depths of the forest, and the cacophony had already made the silent forest feverish. Countless low roars have also been heard along with the cacophony of voices. Countless dense footsteps ran back and forth in the dense bushes. And the sound of the branches and leaves rubbing is getting closer and closer. Even the edge of the whole forest began to shake in a certain way!

It wasn't a monster, there seemed to be a dozen of them in groups, and as they ran, they let out a furious roar, pushing the frightened group of Canadian infantry into a corner. They are like clever tacticians, but this is a biological instinct of hunting, and it also makes the group of Canadian infantry, who have been completely panicked, completely collapse!

The group of Canadian infantry let out a girl-like scream, throwing down their tactical flashlights and assault rifles in their hands. Even the most basic military discipline had been forgotten, and they only knew how to flee to the outside of the forest. All they know is that there are their comrades-in-arms over there, their heavy machine guns, and special forces that are stronger than them. They knew that if they escaped to the intersection of the forest and the sand, their comrades would have a chance to survive behind them!

But they didn't hear the angry command, and even the special forces in front of them, with their rifles and heavy machine guns pointed at them, still rushed towards them. They now have only the deepest fear in their hearts, and the desire to live!

"All the same, all the same—"

But their desire to live was dashed at the hands of their comrades-in-arms who had high hopes. The heavy machine gun, which was supposed to be aimed at the enemy, opened fire on them. The members of the Canadian Special Forces with cold faces were extremely indifferent, even if they were the angry commanders before. I've already gritted my teeth and fired at them with that standard FAL assault rifle!

A tremendous force came from the front of their bodies, as if they had encountered some mysterious force while they were running, causing some part of their body to come to a sudden stop. And their faces were still panicked and a little doubtful, and many people's heads suddenly spun, and they saw a familiar and unfamiliar headless corpse, with blood still spurting from the neck, which made the doubts in their hearts deepen. But their eyes still looked behind them at the angle of rotation, and they also noticed that less than half a meter behind them, the hideous-looking demon with goat's horns was chasing after them as they fled, and finally passed over their bodies, roared and pounced on the heavy machine gun position at the edge of the forest!

"They're done."

Huddled in the slightly sunken pit before, Liszt's camouflage nets and fresh leaves seemed to be a dense shrub growing out of the pit. No one noticed him, not even those horrible monsters, and Liszt craned his neck and looked through the gap in the bushes in front of him at the edge of the forest, but his hands were deeply inserted into the soft earth, and he clenched them tightly, his teeth as if they were about to crush in his mouth: "Death claws!" ”

He secretly recited these three words in his heart, his breathing was already quite rapid, he gasped for air, and his physical strength was also recovering rapidly. Liszt knew that the so-called monster was not a demon from hell at all, and he had even killed more than one with his own hands, and the experience in that small town had also made his eyes slightly red!

The furious heavy machine guns stopped abruptly, and the machinery that humans were proud of in the bloody storm could no longer continue to bear the heavy responsibility of firepower, because the owners of these guns had already burst into front of them with the bloody deathclaws, even if their firepower shot seven or eight deathclaws into a pile of useless minced meat, but when they were close to the deathclaws less than three meters away, the fragile weakness of the human flesh was undoubtedly exposed.

Blood had stained the claws of death red, and with each swing, fragments of stumps and internal organs rose in midair. Whether it's the ordinary Canadian infantryman, the elite members of the Canadian Special Forces, or the Canadian agents who play Liszt and the others like monkeys, they are no different from ordinary humans now. They were all slaughtered lambs in front of the four deathclaws that burst into their midst, and there was no room for resistance except to let their bones and muscles stop the claws from cutting them a little!

In less than five minutes, everything had been flipped upside down. Liszt, who thought that the rescue mission would be completed easily, was besieged by the group of Canadian agents. But just when the whole army was annihilated, the terrifying deathclaw appeared in the dense forest. There was a bloody storm, and just the four surviving death claws had slaughtered all the fifty-man Canadian troops who were close to a platoon!

"Liszt, we're going to get out of here, we can't stay here!"

And just as Liszt gritted his teeth and glared at the death feast brought by the deathclaws, a pair of hands reached out next to him and pressed his shoulders tightly. Subconsciously pulled his hand out of the dirt, Liszt's face was slightly hideous, his fingers had already pinched the neck of the voice, but listening to the words that struggled to speak, he slowly let go of his hand: "This is an Enclave's testing ground, it's too late for us to leave, otherwise we will all die here!" ”

The voice trembled, as if there was a remnant of extreme fear, but his eyes were not unusually bright, looking at Liszt in front of him, as if he had found a savior, he held his hand that slowly let go of his neck, gritted his teeth and breathed in the air with a strong smell of blood, swallowed and spat hard, and said hurriedly: "The experiment has just begun, as long as we escape to the land, we will live!" ”

But Liszt looked at him coldly, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and of course he recognized the person who spoke, it was the Enclave spy who should have been beaten to pieces by a heavy machine gun! He gasped deeply, and the abundant power from his body made him clench his fists, as if he was roaring, and whispered, "You really deserve to die!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I should die, but not now, we are all Enclave elites, we don't deserve to die on this island at all, we still have a bright future waiting for us, dying here is worthless, we can cooperate well and live!"

The Enclave spy gasped for breath as well, but there was a fear on his panicked face that could not be concealed. Holding Liszt's hand tightly, his eyes were full of longing and hope, just looking at Liszt's trembling throat, and hurriedly said the fear and expectation in his heart in that fundamentally chaotic words: "But you are the Butcher of Heaven, the Butcher of Heaven who can lead the troops to fight a bloody path on the battlefield in Mexico, and your excellent performance in the city test site almost exceeds ........."

But before he finished speaking, a strong smell of blood instantly came over Liszt and his head, a bloody death claw appeared there, and the claw stained with the blood of several people had also pierced into the chest of the Enclave spy, and the scarlet eyes were aimed at Liszt's eyes that were also bloodshot, and he let out a fierce roar: "Roar-"

"Help me... We can get out... I don't want to... Don't want to... I don't want to..."

The Enclave spy was still holding Liszt's hand, but his eyes were full of despair and confusion. His entire abdomen had been torn open by sharp claws, and his internal organs and spine had been cut in two. A stream of blood rushed up his throat, even though his nose was full of blood, but he still wanted to say something as he grabbed Liszt's hand, but he couldn't say anything, only the blood and tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks covered with dirt.

Slowly getting up, the bloodshot in Liszt's eyes almost covered his eyeballs, making his eyes look equally scarlet. He turned his head to look at the side, and the two Anchorage elites who were still alive had also died in the hands of this deathclaw, and the camouflage net on his body was shattered along with the internal organs of his body. He slowly reached out and put the Enclave spy's hand down, but his heart was pounding.

"You're damned." Liszt raised his head and looked at the deathclaw that was close at hand, but said slowly. The camouflage net on his body slowly fell to the ground, as well as the M16 assault rifle in his hand and the military backpack on his back, which were still on the ground as he stood up. He just slowly looked up at the bloody deathclaw that had been torn apart by the heavy machine gun, and softly repeated the words just now: "You really deserve to die. (To be continued.) )