Land of the Living Dead
"Gah!~"
A long, ragged gasp came from deep in the throat of the herder, who looked like a walking corpse. The only blood-red eyeball he had left was fixed on the armed personnel in front of him.
Ignoring the dark muzzle pointed at him, he walked straight toward them. His originally staggering steps suddenly quickened.
"Stop! Take one more step and I'll shoot!"
The armed man struggled back to his feet and shouted a warning.
But the herder ignored him, baring his filthy teeth as he drew closer and closer.
"Open fire!"
The captain's voice, "Fox Hunter 01," came through the armed man's earpiece.
He instinctively pulled the trigger.
Bang-bang-bang-bang...
The automatic weapon had been set to full-auto from the start.
The rapid firing continued for several seconds, emptying an entire magazine. Thanks to his well-trained marksmanship, every bullet struck the herder, who had already lunged to within a single step of him.
The kinetic force carried by the bullets drove him backward again and again. Finally, he fell onto his back in the desert.
"What the hell is this?"
Everyone could clearly hear "Fox Hunter 04" panting and complaining.
"'Fox Hunter 04,' report your condition. Are you injured?"
The command center at the edge of the desert bypassed the captain of the Fox Hunter team and directly questioned "Fox Hunter 04."
That was exactly what Captain "Fox Hunter 01" wanted to know as well.
"Reporting, I'm not injured. I was just scared! That guy... that guy wasn't alive! Oh, shit, he's moving again!"
He had barely finished reporting when "Fox Hunter 04" suddenly widened his eyes. He saw the man, who had taken thirty bullets and been practically shot full of holes, begin to writhe as if he intended to stand back up.
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