This time, instead of attacking the pollutant, he drove the helicopter around the air, so that every newly recovered passenger in the cabin could clearly see the stump in the mud.

The contaminants in the mire were still twitching their stump and seemed to try to get back on their feet, but to no avail.

But soon, it found another way.

A viscous liquid began to secrete from its wounds, which dripped into the mud, but the muddy mud quickly solidified, condensing into hard lumps of mud. And the body of this pollutant was "connected" together by these mud blocks, and slowly rose from the mire, and its body looked bigger and more terrifying than before.

"To mortals, they are immortal. That's the scariest part. The song told a terrible story, his fanged mouth stirring in his hand as if he wanted to swallow the contaminant, but he ignored it.

The pollutant below has regained its footing.

Its skull machine gun bullets had exploded into several pieces, and it was no longer able to make a sound, but it had made a long cavity out of clay, stretching its neck like a giraffe, and from the cavity it came a voice that was not just a prayer or a curse: "Mi rigardas ..."

This voice couldn't affect Yan Lige, but he still felt uncomfortable, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He was about to shoot again, but suddenly saw a beam of bullets fired from the nearby woods, which slammed into the pollutant's neck accurately, interrupting its voice and body again.

Yan Luge looked closely, but found that it was a young soldier.

He knelt on the ground, holding his head in one hand, his body curled up in pain, but with the other he desperately raised the machine gun and pulled the trigger.

When the pollutant fell again, he seemed to be unable to bear the pain any longer, and lay on the ground again, moaning quietly.

At the moment when he fell, Yan Luge finally saw his face clearly.

Aboreh.

The boy who was appointed by the system as the captain of the first strategic action team, is there really something outstanding?

Seeing that his colleagues were still lying on the ground, none of them got up.

He could still struggle to fire a few shots.

This mental resistance is already remarkable.

Yan Luge looked around and didn't find Bella, the captain of the first action team...... The superwoman who engraved the word "reckless" on her head didn't she throw down her team members at the beginning of the game and ran to chase the enemy for 3,000 miles, right?

Go back and fire Bella, this captain makes Abrei deserved.

Yan Luge thought as he turned his head to look at his three passengers.

"There is mineral water on the left hand side of the seat, so you can drink a little if you feel uncomfortable." He kindly reminded.

As soon as she finished speaking, Caroline pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and took a few big sips.

After drinking, she said with palpitations: "I was scared to death, when I heard that sound, it felt like something was getting into my head, I was going crazy." Why don't you seem to be okay at all? ”

Yan Luge smiled: "It may be that I am talented." ”

"Is that thing down there really completely unkillable?" Caroline leaned down on the window and looked down for a moment, then quickly retracted her head.

Underneath the helicopter, the pollutant that had just broken its neck chose a piece of rotten wood that had sunk beneath the mud pool as a support, once again condensing a more twisted limb.

"Yes." Yan Luge smiled and said, "You try it, breathe fire on it, burn it to ashes, and it will die." ”

"Huh?"

The contaminants in the quagmire have once again stood up.

Its image is becoming more and more strange and terrifying.

The shattered flesh secreted mucus that forcibly bonded the hard mud and rotten wood together to form a tattered but twisted body, and the blood-colored liquid on the surface of the body slowly wriggled like an insect, like an exposed blood vessel.

Its skull had been blown apart in the first round of shooting, and at this moment its skull, eyes, nose, and jaw were hanging in different positions on the lumen of the hard mud, but it still seemed to be alive, its gray and cloudy eyes were turning up and down, and its jaws were opening and closing, as if it was chewing something.

Abrej fell to the ground in agony.

He saw the contaminants in front of him form again.

He knew that all he had to do was get up and pull the trigger, and he would be able to shatter it again, buying humanity half a precious minute.

But he can't do it, he really can't do it.

Extreme pain tore at his body, burrowed into his brain, and destroyed his sanity.

His blood was boiling, as if it was no longer blood but hot iron flowing in his veins, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

And in the midst of the pain and burning, there seemed to be something in his body that was about to puncture the skin and grow.

It was filthy, rotting fur.

No...... I don't want to turn into a monster!!

Abuli screamed and struggled, but at the same time he was fueled by fear to resist. Holding back the pain, he stretched out his hand and raised the muzzle of his gun, intending to shoot, but to his horror he found that he couldn't.

His fingers...... Inseparable.

Although it still looks like a human palm, nothing has changed, but something deeper is changing, like his flesh is trying to grow rotting fur.

His hands were hardening, ossifying, and turning into something like a horse's hoof.

In desperation, Abored remembered what his instructor had taught him in class when he was in training camp.

……

"When you are faced with a pollutant, try to avoid looking at it directly, because if you look at it for a long time, you may be polluted by it and become a pollutant!" "But more importantly, it can't be given a chance to say a prayer!" Don't even touch it! ”

Prayer—the roar of pollutants, the weird, chaotic, crazy inhuman sounds.

"As an ordinary person, when faced with a pollutant, you can keep looking at it for about half an hour without being polluted. But if you listen to the prayer three times or touch it with bare skin, you'll be instantly contaminated! No matter how high your mental resistance is, your body will also undergo irreversible changes! So remember, don't give pollutants a chance to say their prayers! The instructor said.

"So what do we do with pollutants?" A student asked.

"It's simple, fire suppression." The instructor said, "Although the pollutant is weird, its body is not much stronger than before the mutation. As long as you can shoot at the first sight of it, pierce its head, and smash its vocal cords, you can buy yourself precious time. Then, all you have to do is put it in a cage without contact until it recovers, and send someone to guard it at all times, and make up the knife at any time, so that it does not make a sound and escape. ”

Sounds simple, doesn't it?