Works about zombies needed an atmosphere of suspense and horror, but when it came to a proper special forces unit, beneath that calmness and decisiveness...
There was absolutely no sense of fear, helplessness, or struggle.
"Open fire."
"Pew pew pew!!"
"Pew pew pew!!!"
"Rat-a-tat-tat!!!"
"..." Watching the squad advance in coordination, Cong Yu looked at the rain of lasers and solid bullets streaking past...
Protected in the very center of the formation, Cong Yu watched as those "Lickers" howled under the barrage, repeatedly trying to pounce only to be shot dead midair.
This level of firepower truly gave Cong Yu a fresh sense of shock... Their quality was higher than the corporate thugs from his era.
Maybe that was the difference between private soldiers and official troops.
"..." Cong Yu silently adjusted the gas mask on his face, feeling as though he had really come here on a sightseeing trip.
Still, this was pretty nice too...
Pure sightseeing. It was not bad to broaden his horizons.
Thinking that, Cong Yu lazily followed the squad as they moved quickly, turning to watch the logistics team wrap the "Lickers'" corpses in plastic wrap.
All right, according to the official terminology here...
Those things were called Skinless Ones.
Cong Yu shifted his gaze away from the plastic foam guns in the logistics troops' hands, which continuously sprayed pale yellow foam that hardened into solid material.
He looked instead at the pale yellow foam blocks that kept sealing the cracks in the sewers and some of the side passages behind them, ensuring the rear remained secure.
Clicking his tongue, Cong Yu looked ahead at the muzzle flashes of the other squads, which were steadily advancing and exterminating Skinless Ones through orderly communication.
At this rate, they might be able to deal with all the