This purified and processed potion of the famous combat potion greatly increases the consciousness, vision, and mobility of those who drink it in order to take risks, and greatly reduces the pain sensitivity of the drinker for the duration of the drug, making the person who swallows it a hysterical lunatic and neurotic - the "occasional" chemical damage to the brain is a trivial flaw compared to its powerful effects.

These valuable boosters are in high demand in the pirate market – and while they are addictive and abstinent, it is said that many people who try to quit them end up killing themselves or giving in forever in the face of extreme depression and exponential pain.

But they had no choice - pirates who had always followed the glorious tradition never produced things themselves - these lazy fellows preferred to "borrow" from their neighbors rather than create their own subsistence supplies, and naturally, if the stingy neighbors were unwilling to offer them and give them valuable treasures, the well-meaning pirates who had traveled thousands of miles to "visit" them would be forced to use force to give them a little warning.

Thanks to good equipment and numbers, pirates often had a good life.

They were once glamorous, and sometimes they attracted young people with childish fantasies – of course, the ignorant fools who had been poisoned by the romantic film and television productions were all slaughtered as fat sheep.

But that was before—before the zombies appeared.

These rancid, slow-brained cubs have eaten up whatever living creature they can see - and frankly, the pirate lords don't care about the lives of the untouchables, and they only care about whether their neighbors can pay enough tribute on time to continue to live a decent life.

Now, however, the pirate's neighbors are either in the belly of the zombies or are other undead fools who wander around trying to eat and eat - which means that there are no more hard-working sluts to eat, drink, and be merry. What a damn thing!

"As long as we kill them all, this territory will be ours," the leader smiled sinisterly, "and then pay attention to disperse, they are inferior in numbers, as long as they grind slowly, they can eat all of this base, understand?" ”

"Boss, what do you mean......" a bland-looking pirate narrowed, "we're not going back?" ”

"What are you going back for? Are we starving with the waste that the gang called us to? Sahablin sneered, "They don't know where we are - don't you like that when the time comes, we will be able to eat and eat every day as before, and live happily and happily?"

The leader glared at him again, as if warning and threatening something.

"Of course, of course......" The guy with the gun sneered, looking at the wall with a greedy and disgusting look in his eyes, as if he had seen what he wanted to see through it.

"They went over the wall." Lying behind the concrete bunker, Mosilaire could clearly see the dozen or so enemies scattered from different angles through the scope of his charged rifle. "Scattered, but most of them are still directly ahead of us."

"Is it still 13 people? Can you see what kind of weapon you are carrying? "Bender's main concern is the enemy's equipment.

"1, 3, 9, 11......" Mosilaire counted around, frowning, "I can only see 11 people, and 2 people don't know where to run, maybe they came in from somewhere else, or they may just stay outside and keep watch." ”

"Hmm......" she muttered for a moment, adjusting the focus of the charge rifle's electronic scope, "it seems like some compact submachine guns...... There were three men with shotguns, and there were no enemies with melee weapons in sight for the time being. ”

"What about the enemy who attacks from the flanks?" Little Red Riding Hood, who was lying to the left of Mosilaire, lowered her voice and quietly glanced at the figures who were leaning towards the main body of the base in the dim moonlight—it was a good thing that they had painted their helmets with black paint, otherwise the metal helmets would have reflected a conspicuous glow under the roof.

"I'll leave it to me and you," Bender thought about it for a moment and replied to Little Red Riding Hood, "There are two improvised machine gun emplacements on the front that are already on the line, and with Mosilare's charged rifle, it shouldn't be too much of a problem." ”

"Okay." Little Red Riding Hood, who was fighting with a submachine gun for the first time, had never used such a good weapon, and she carefully checked the guy in her hand to make sure it was well loaded and ready to shoot deadly sub-shells at the enemy.

"Then let's decide that way." Mosilaire looked up and smiled encouragingly at his companions. "They don't know we've discovered their intentions yet, and when these guys get closer, they can open fire and try to beat them out."

"Well, come on!" Little Red Riding Hood held out her right hand to her friends.

"Come on!" Mosilaire and Bender gave her a very soft high-five.

Da Da Da ——!!!!

A crisp burst of fire pierced the silence of the night and announced the beginning of this armed battle!

What's going on? - Someone found out?

Sahabrin, the pirate leader who was hunching down with his men, heard a few gunshots from the side and hurriedly fell down, his dexterity dodging several charges fired from Mosilaire in front of him, making a hapless creature behind him his scapegoat.

Poof-poof-poof!

The pirate's body was struck by an energy bullet projected from the charged rifle, and in the blink of an eye, a large hole was burned through the body armor, and then the fragile internal organs and flesh under the body armor were crumbled everywhere in a low, muffled thud.

The poor creature who had swallowed the water of vitality felt almost no pain, except that his body was numb, and he fell to the ground without running two steps—he struggled to turn over and touched his stomach, but he caught nothing.

"Ah————!!!!!!h

A frightened wail came out of his mouth, and in an instant it drowned out the scattered gunshots around him!

"They're on the roof!"

A clever pirate yells excitedly, but the next moment the crouching flesh is smashed into a puddle of squeaking organic mud by the charged rifle.

The pirate leader ignored the screaming fool, and instead rolled around the ground in embarrassment, hiding in a bush.

"Da - Tu Tu - "

The pirates who found their own bunkers manipulated their weapons to launch a counterattack against the Mosilaires hiding on the roof, and dozens of dazzling bullets tore through the chaotic night every second, hitting the concrete bunker on the roof at various angles.

Bang bang - bang!

A few deformed stray bullets struck Mosilelle's helmet, sending out a sparkling fire!

With her head buzzing, she just lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, praying for something in her heart, hoping that no more vicious stray bullets would hit her body!

"Dada————"

A storm of intertwined metal shot out of the slender barrels of the two masking machine gun emplacements, and a dense mass of large-caliber machine gun shells mercilessly slammed into the flesh of the enemy, causing their flesh to blur and their stumps to fly - but these madmen didn't know what pain was, and even dragged most of their ruined bodies and howled to pull the trigger, so that more and more terrible bullets could be shot out of it!

These tricky maniacs!

"Ahh Little Red Riding Hood, not far to Mosilare's left, suddenly wailed in pain, but before Mosilel could react, a bullet pierced through her not-so-thick cotton pants and burrowed into her flesh!

"Whew!"

Holding the charged rifle, Mosilaire snorted, and the heart-wrenching pain from her thigh almost shrunk her brain, leaving only a hoarse inhalation in her throat!

"What's wrong with you?" Bender, lying behind another concrete bunker, asked at the top of his voice, only to be greeted with more vicious bullets fired by pirates.

"It's okay, I was hit by my mother's stray bullet." Little Red Riding Hood gritted her teeth and cursed, and swept the submachine gun in her hand at the approaching pirates below, and luckily hit two fools who rose up from the madness of flying flesh and piercing screams!

"Ahh!!!h The two pirates who had been shot several times straightened their backs and let out a twisted howl of despair and rage, their bloodshot eyes as if they were able to spew hatred and fire!

"Tutu Tutu Tu - Tu Tu Tu !!"

The heavy submachine guns in their hands let out a furious fire, and dozens of unruly bullets rushed into the cement bunker in front of Little Red Riding Hood with an indomitable momentum, and made craters, large and small, on the solid bunker as hard as gold and iron!

it's crazy! I hit them!

Little Red Riding Hood, leaning on the cover, touched her abdomen, but in the pain of her heart, she touched a handful of blood that had seeped into the padded jacket that Mosilaire had sewn for her—she didn't know if she would survive!

,!

Tears oozed from the corners of Little Red Riding Hood's eyes, and I don't know if it was because of the fainting pain or for some other reason.

Thankfully, the two pirates who had been hit by submachine gun bullets quickly collapsed like ragdolls on the soft dirt, completely losing their sound and breath in the vast expanse of bright red blood oozing from beneath them - it seemed that these horrific evil monsters would still die.

"Bang, bang!"

A deafening explosion suddenly sounded in the corner of the wall in front of the base, and the sound of machine-gun fire, which had been incessant before, was suddenly muted!

One of the base's improvised machine gun turrets was shot through the thin protective armor by countless bullets, and it blew itself up in the flicker of sparks! - They really shouldn't have cut the frontal armor of the machine-gun turret in order to save so much steel!