I don't know how long it took, but Bridge suddenly opened his eyes in the full-covered helmet. The helmet is in night vision mode, and under infrared electronic vision, the base tunnel is covered in a blood-colored red light, but it is clearly visible.

Nothing.

Bridge looked left and right, making sure that within 100 meters of vision, there was nothing but him. In other words, the sense of crisis that suddenly passed through my heart just now was nothing but an illusion.

But in the underground base that looks like a monster's lair, Bridges doesn't dare to slack off. He pulled out two folded alloy scimitars from behind his waist, the shape of which was only to confuse his enemies, and if necessary, Bridge could throw them like boomerang to kill them. Before joining Asgard, Bridge was already a famous hunter in the wilderness.

Harvesting the lives of prey from a hundred meters away is nothing more than a daily routine for him.

With the weapon in his hand, Bridge's mind settled a little. He still remained seated, guarding with this most economical posture. Behind his cloth was a solid wall, and nothing could attack him from behind. In front of Bridge, on the other hand, is the corner of the passage. From his direction, he could see a hundred meters ahead, his line of sight was wide, and there was no sneak attack.

Although this man usually looks like a grin, he is very cautious in his actions and rarely makes mistakes. That's why Anthony put him in charge of monitoring the whereabouts of a few people.

After making sure there was no danger, Bridge closed his eyes again. In such a quiet environment, if you have to stare at something with your eyes open for too long, you will feel tired. Fatigue, on the other hand, slows down the nerves and dulls the sense of touch dangerously. As a hunter, Bridge has long been accustomed to using his ears instead of his eyes to keep an eye on his prey.

But not long after he closed his eyes, a sound of "rattling" came from afar. It was as if some mischievous child was rolling a glass bottle towards Bridge.

Naturally, there won't be any children in the underground base.

The moment Bridge opened his eyes, the man bounced up in a strange pose. If you look closely, you will see that Bridge is safe, not using his hands and feet, but leaning against the wall like a monster with claws on its back.

As soon as it flicked up, the body leaned forward slightly, and the folding scimitar hung down to the ground. Anyone familiar with Bridge's presence will know that this is his state of entry into battle. And it's the kind of all-out war, in fact, Bridge's nerves are crumbling right now. He had already made sure that the sense of crisis just now was not an illusion, and if it weren't for that, there wouldn't be the damn noise he is now.

In the infrared vision, Bridge saw in his helmet that on the other side of the passage, something round rolled towards him. He snorted, his right hand flicked, and the scimitar struck.

The rapidly spinning scimitar whined, and it slammed into the ground from top to bottom towards the suspicious object. Slicing diagonally towards the ground, the scimitar flicked the round object and threw it into the distance. After completing this mission, the scimitar swirled back the way it came, and was firmly caught by Bridge.

Even if it was a grenade, it was redirected by Bridge's scimitar and ejected at least a few tens of meters away, and even if it exploded, it wouldn't threaten him. But at the end of the line, the thing bounced against the wall, but instead of exploding, there was a sound of glass bursting.

Bridge thought it was strange and walked up. In infrared vision, some liquid is splashed on the wall. It's just that in infrared vision, the color changes to its original color sample, and Bridge can't tell what kind of liquid it is. He simply switched back to normal visual mode and turned on the visual light source on his helmet.

The white light fell on the wall, reflecting a shocking red. Bridge quickly took off his helmet and stuck his nose against the wall to sniff hard. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood penetrated into his nose.

It's blood!

Bridge's sense that something is wrong is as a heavy breathing sound can be heard from the front of the passage.

He suddenly looked ahead, only to see a dark shadow suddenly emerge from the darkness. The speed of the black shadow is extremely fast, leaving almost a residual image in the space. It lunged straight at Bridge, who gritted his teeth. The two knives in his hands came out at the same time, and they rotated and strangled in the upper and lower directions respectively. At the same time, Bridge's whole person leaned back sharply, dodging the black shadow's attack as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow suddenly stopped as it advanced, and its hard, sharp claws sparked on the ground. Instantly stopped, it jumped violently, and grabbed the ceiling and crawled towards Bridge.

This time, Bridges finally saw that it was a ripper!

The Ripper, as an offshoot of the evolutionary path of the living corpse, retains its human form. However, the arms and feet have been alienated, and they have developed sharp bone blades and claws that can easily tear through large animals. The tearer in front of him was a middle-aged man, the living corpse still maintaining a human face, but the body resembled a wild beast. Rippers are much shorter than normal, but at the same time make them fast and agile.

The scimitar misses and spins back.

At the same time, the ceiling ripper let go of his hands and pressed down directly towards Bridge.

Unable to pay attention to who had deliberately lured the Ripper with blood, Bridge caught the cutlass and slashed upwards. The alloy scimitar slashed out in the light and slashed straight at the Ripper's head.

For living corpses that are difficult to kill, decapitation or headshots are the most appropriate method. Bridge showed the composure of a high-end hunter in this moment, and the trajectory of the scimitar cut into the neck of the ripper with unparalleled accuracy. If it weren't for the mutated living corpse grabbing Bridge's scimitar with its alienated razor, the hunter would have nearly succeeded.

The Ripper's fingers were clasped together, and his fingers, as sharp as blades, gripped the alloy scimitar tightly and slammed to the right.

Bridge screamed, and although his arm was not torn off by the Ripper's force, it was already dislocated. He didn't suspect it at the moment, and his left-handed scimitar cut directly through the abdomen of the living corpse. There was a cracking sound of leather, and the abdomen of the living corpse was immediately opened by a scimitar. But the Ripper didn't realize it, and with a force in his mouth, he bit down on Bridge's right arm.

With a bite and a pull, the alienated, fang-covered round mouthparts immediately brought a piece of flesh and nerves to Bridge. Bridge screamed in pain as his left-handed scimitar stabbed horizontally into the Ripper's neck. Cutting back harder, the Ripper's head flew out immediately, and the mouth on that head still did not forget to swallow the muscle torn off Bridge's hand into his mouth.

After another bit of chewing, the living corpse swallowed. But the head was broken, and the piece of flesh slipped out of the broken throat again.

Pushing away the corpse of the living corpse, Bridges stood up. Looking at his bloody right arm, he scolded: "Damn!"

Just like the zombies in countless science fiction works, four of the teeth in the row of teeth of the living corpse are hollow. It connects the poison glands in the gums. While biting down on the prey, the living corpse will inject the virus from the venom glands into the prey, thus transforming the prey into its own kind.

The Ripper's toxin level was obviously above that of ordinary living corpses, and Bridger was bitten by it, but his face was already covered with a black gas. He didn't care about anything, and hurriedly took out a battlefield first-aid medicine from the carrying gear behind his back. Not sure if it could neutralize the Ripper's virus, Bridge gritted his teeth and plunged the needle into the artery in his neck.

With a press of his hand, all the liquid in the injection was injected into Bridge's body. Bridge's right arm, which was already unconscious, began to feel some pain after the injection. Bridges was not surprised, and the pain in his arm returned, indicating that the injection had worked.

As soon as he reached for the alloy scimitar on the ground, he heard a creepy roar behind him. Bridge pulls out a cold pyrotechnic from his carrying gear, lights it, and throws it towards the darkness in front of the passage. I saw a pale light sweep through the darkness of the passage and fall to the ground.

A moment later, a hand with rotting skin grasped the cold smoke and lifted it up. So, a woman's face appeared in the firelight. It can be said that this woman's facial features are exquisite, especially the lips, which are full and thick. If it were a different time and place, maybe Bridge would blow a whistle for her sexiness.

But now, looking at the female living corpse and the hundreds of swaying figures behind her, Bridges didn't have any thoughts.

"Damn, what's going on? Didn't you say that there were no alien creatures on the basement, and what happened to these living corpses?"

Bridge cursed, and the corpse sped towards the operating platform where the Pioneer team was. Behind him, the living female corpse with the cold smoke and fire threw it to the ground, screaming and chasing after Bridge. And behind the female living corpse, more living corpses galloped at a speed no less than that of a rabbit.

Bridge had barely taken a few steps when there was a thud behind him. He looked behind him in his hurry, and saw that a dozen or so living corpses were so fast that he couldn't control himself and crashed directly into the wall. But when they got up, they shook their heads and chased after Bridge.

In the room where the platform was operated, a sudden knock on the door caused Anthony to open his eyes. He looked warily at the door and glanced at Luca.

Lukka understood, gesturing to Gail, another member of the melee team. The two of them took out their weapons and hid them in the door.

Outside the door, Bridge's hurried shout rang out: "Open the door!"

Lukka frowned, making a gesture that could attack at any moment, then glanced at Gale and motioned for him to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bridge's embarrassed figure caught Luca's eyes. Lukka was stunned and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"There is a ......" Bridges was about to say something, but suddenly he was dragged away by something, and the whole person jumped backwards and disappeared into the darkness with a scream.

Lukka rushed out and turned on his visual light source. The lights flickered forward, only to see a group of living corpses surrounding Bridge, desperately gnawing at Bridge's body. Bridge, who was eaten by the corpses, could only raise one left hand weakly. But it wasn't long before the hand finally went down.

Lukka took a deep breath and gestured back to the crowd inside the door.

More and more living corpses were being attracted by the bloody aura that filled the air, and with the firepower of the pioneers, it was simply not enough to fight against such a large number of living corpses. As a result, they can no longer stay at the exit of the first floor. Although he was unwilling, he could only leave.