Chapter 107

At that time, the helicopter was attacked by mutant creatures in the air, which made the original plan of lowering the cable to the roof of or near the Ambra headquarters building impossible to implement. They had to reluctantly throw them five kilometers away from the Ambra headquarters building.

As a result, they can only temporarily look for motorcycles to go to their destination from the traffic jam city streets.

Taylor climbed to the roof of an SUV on the side to see what the signal would be when standing high.

But just climbed onto the roof and was surprised by what happened in front of him.

It turned out that a large number of zombies had appeared on the road blocked by various vehicles. They staggered through the cracks of various vehicles and were preparing to siege the special combat team.

Taylor stood up with sweat all over, jumped down immediately and asked his comrades in arms to retreat quickly.

But he knew that these zombies looked askew, but they ran no slower than normal people, and their physical fitness was surprisingly good. They would hardly be tired. If they were delayed for a moment, they would not be able to get rid of them at all.

The comrades in arms also vaguely heard all kinds of roars from behind the car ruins, all of them standing upside down and retreating out of the road.

However, the zombies came from all directions. Six special combat team members dragged heavy equipment and ran less than 200 meters along the commercial block beside the road. They found that they were surrounded by zombies on all sides.

The number of these zombies is simply countless. I don't know where they came from. If they catch up with them and lack traffic vehicles, it's very difficult to get rid of them.

Captain Taylor analyzed the situation and said firmly, "guys, let's retreat while fighting and move closer to the building in front. I hope God bless that there won't be too many zombies in it, otherwise we'll be in trouble."

The sound of gunfire was heard all the time, and the psychological quality and shooting skills of the special combat team members trained in overseas operations were of great use.

Within a distance of 20 meters, the probability of mobile shooting is more than 80%. Give it to the partner holding MP7 submachine gun and Remington 870 big jet at close range.

However, even so, in the face of a large number of zombies, they did not have much aiming time, and even needed light machine guns to continue shooting for blocking. They soon fell into the dilemma that the ammunition change could not keep up with the shooting speed, and they were about to enter the desperate situation of close combat.

At this time, they can only cross cover each other, maintain a certain shooting frequency, try to delay the pace of zombies, and strive for time for comrades in arms who have finished ammunition to change ammunition.

With excellent tactical execution ability, they killed more than 20 zombies in the way and came to the door of the building, only to find that the door of the building was locked.

Taylor is at the back of the hall, holding an M4A1 automatic rifle and firing a single shot in semi-automatic mode, trying not to waste the bullets in the magazine.

Just came all the way, he emptied two magazines because he needed to block the zombies rushing frantically from all directions. Now he has the last one in his hand.

Of course, he still carries enough bulk bullets, but it will take a long time to reload, which will form a long fire vacuum.

Therefore, in this case, we can only maintain a low and accurate shooting frequency.

The two fire commandos in the team knew that the situation was urgent. Some of the fast-moving zombies had chased within 10 meters, so they had no time to check the situation in the building first. They just wanted to rush in as soon as possible, find a safe place to stop the pursuit of these zombies, and then ask for support or think of other ways.

One of them shot and exploded the door lock, and then kicked the door open. The other carried a gun and moved forward with a gun and made a fire blockade according to the usual training.

As a result, as soon as I took a step, I saw several zombies in security uniforms pouring out of the darkness inside the door. They almost jumped over in a run-up. The two soldiers were thrown to the ground in time to shoot a few bullets.

Then he was crushed by several zombies, frantically tore open the gas mask and his equipment, and bit down at the exposed flesh. The scene was instantly bloody.

Other teammates are blocking the zombie outside, suddenly turned into elbows and armpits, caught off guard.

Seeing that two comrades in arms were knocked down by zombies rushed out of the building, they immediately wanted to shoot for help, but more zombies in office uniforms poured out of the building, and the number of men and women was unclear.

Other special combat team members were naturally unable to rescue their partners. They didn't even have time to think in their brain. They had to run to other places along the outer wall of the building.

The two fallen soldiers attracted a large number of zombies to surround them. Taylor saw it, his face under the gas mask looked sad and angry, and threw two high explosive grenades at the zombies.

The grenade accurately slid from the ground to his comrades in arms and exploded, killing them together with his comrades in arms and zombies.

The explosion of grenades attracted more zombies.

Now the machine gunners have emptied the ammunition in the M240 light machine gun. They can only carry the machine gun, take out the gun and shoot while retreating.

Not far ahead is a narrow alley. Although Taylor's GPS is disturbed and can't be used, the electronic map is still useful.

He observed the electronic map and found that the alley was not a dead end. There was an old house in front of him, and he could go up the roof from the fire stairs outside without entering the house.

When you get there, take the fire stairs and blow them off when you get to the roof. You should be able to find a glimmer of life.

He directed his comrades in arms to the alley. Now the only thing to worry about is whether there will be a large number of zombies or even mutant creatures in the alley.

But they don't have many bullets, and people are worried now.

The number of zombies chased is very large, and they know how to disperse the attack rather than rush up, which makes the players have a great chance of losing their bullets, and the psychological pressure is more and more heavy.

Micah, the blaster of the team, is very impulsive on weekdays and is easy to lose his cool in case of accidents. Although the captain's idea is good, who knows if there are a group of guys waiting for a big meal in the alley?

With red eyes and a foul mouth, he rushed into the zombies with a gun in despair.

The M4 assault rifle fired repeatedly and blew the heads of the four nearest zombies.

Seeing that he was dangerous, Captain Taylor did not consider loading his M4 rifle without bullets. He directly threw the rifle, pulled out his habitual M1911 pistol for support, and asked other team members to retreat as planned while fighting.

Taylor's skill is quite good. With a pistol and body skills, he seems to be able to cope with the zombies.

"Micah, get back. Do you want to turn yourself into a zombie snack?!"

Micah still roared and shot forward, lacking enough calmness, so that his remaining bullets only slowed down the movement speed of other zombies, and quickly emptied the magazine.

The feverish mind calmed down a little in this short shock, but a zombie had rushed to him.

Taylor was entangled by two zombies. Just after one shot in the head, he saw Micah thrown to the ground by a zombie.

Taylor was anxious to rush forward, but was stopped by two zombies who continued to rush up.

Teammates in the rear opened fire to cover captain Taylor, but it was too late to rescue Micah who was screaming.

Micah pierced the head of the zombie who bit off a piece of meat on his shoulder with a dagger, and immediately rushed up two more zombies. His face under his gas mask was full of panic and deeply regretted his impulse.

"Shet! Fark! Stay away from me! Damn zombies, eat your shit! "

Just about to bear the great pain before death, the heads of the two zombies who threw themselves on were suddenly caught by a big hand.

Then they hit each other like watermelon, and the dirty dark red plasma splashed everywhere.

Then the big hand grabbed his arm and pulled Micah up like a cloud.