Ensuring the safety of the landing zone was imperative.
This task was assigned to G3 after disembarking from the helicopter.
However, given the current circumstances, how could she ensure it? Relying on the gun in her hand?
The number of infected individuals in the distance was uncertain, but it was undoubtedly no less than twenty or thirty.
With so many infected... If they were all slow-moving, it would be manageable, but she had just witnessed several of them agilely bypassing the barriers beside the airplane runway.
Their movements appeared no different from those of living people.
There was a discrepancy between the movement ability of the infected and the records in their core consciousness.
As the infected approached, G3 could only grip her weapon tightly and glance back at her retreat path.
Fortunately, there were no infected in the direction AK47 and the others had departed. Even if she couldn't eliminate these infected, she could still leave this place...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Watching the approaching infected, G3 stepped out of the building and launched an attack on them.
Her precise semi-automatic shots hit the heads of three infected, but the damage caused was not significant.
At least in the darkness, G3 couldn't see how much damage her bullets had actually inflicted on the infected.
But what was certain was that her bullets did not penetrate the heads of these infected.
The three infected who were hit only leaned back, and one of them even fell to the ground, but the next moment, it got up directly.
And they were approaching her faster and faster!
They were already jogging!
At this rate!
In less than two minutes, this abandoned terminal would be directly occupied by these infected!
As she retreated, G3 concentrated her firepower and aimed at the forehead of one of the infected.
After firing about twelve bullets, the head of this infected was finally penetrated by a bullet, killing the infected completely.
These individuals had too high defense!
Wasn't it too reckless to just send AK47 and the others to investigate the situation at the Sangvis Factory!
Griffin didn't... forget it, they probably came over as scouts this time, but whether they could return alive was uncertain.
Thinking of this, G3, who usually had little expression, also frowned.
Continuing to stay here and deal with these infected was useless.
With the ammunition she had on her, she could only kill about twenty-five to thirty infected without wasting any.
This was a conservative estimate because she didn't have all magazines, and there were some scattered bullets that needed to be manually loaded, but these infected definitely wouldn't give her time to reload.
She had to retreat. G3 took out the grenade she carried from her ammo bag and loaded it into the grenade launcher under the handguard.
Bang! Boom!
The 40mm grenade instantly exploded among the group of infected, but unfortunately, the shrapnel scattered by this anti-personnel grenade was unable to penetrate the siliceous outer layer of these infected.
But the explosion of the grenade still caused some damage to these infected. Most of the bodies of these infected were already covered with cracks, and the strong vibration caused the siliceous outer layer to start cracking.
Unfortunately, the light was dim, and G3 couldn't see the abnormality on the bodies of these infected.
But even if she did, what could she do?
She only had five grenades in total. If one grenade couldn't kill an infected, would continuing to throw grenades kill all these infected?
Even if it were possible, with only four grenades left... it was definitely not enough.
There were already dozens of infected within sight, what about the ones she couldn't see?
G3 didn't stay any longer and directly turned around to leave the airport in the direction AK47 and the others had left, running towards the only place in the city where faint lights could be seen...
...
"Ah! Satisfied! I can't believe we get such a good meal just by going on a mission. If it weren't for being assigned to some unknown commander in the future, I'd really want to come here for a meal every day," M1919A4 leaned back in the chair, saying contentedly.
There was nothing more wonderful than having a big meal when feeling hungry, especially in a place like this with nowhere else to go.
"Ahaha! Cheers! Glug, glug, glug!"
Simonov, A-91, and AK47, each with a bottle of liquor in hand, cheered loudly and drank down a whole bottle of liquor.
Seeing this, M14, sitting next to them, rolled her eyes at these three alcoholics...
Meanwhile, Spectre M4 sat side by side with Elf, holding G36's specially made ice cream in her hand, watching Elf play her handheld game console happily.
Of course, besides them in the restaurant, there was only Maria sitting on the side, dozing off.
This girl, completely like a child, started to feel sleepy as soon as it got late, even Elf at this moment was much more energetic than her.
"Sigh, really, what about your mission? Can't you go and come back early? You can still have a good sleep after you come back. Do you have to wait until late at night?"
Passing by the entrance of the restaurant, Renault entered and saw AK47, the team leader, and Simonov continuously toasting.
It seemed like the task had been completely forgotten by her.
Surely it was Simonov and A-91 who took the lead, these two didn't have the restrictions of basic protocols now, and with Renault just casually mentioning it, Simonov obviously didn't take AK47's task to heart. Even if she did, it was probably pushed aside by the power of alcohol.
As soon as Renault spoke, M14 and M1919A4, who were completely in leisure mode, suddenly remembered, they weren't here to eat, drink, and have fun!
They were here to carry out a mission!
AK47 also slightly came back to her senses, shook her head, and looked at the already drunk Simonov, "Um, you're already like this, can you still drive? Forget it, I'll go find M1 Garand myself. I don't want to die a third time."
"How could that be! Absolutely no problem! Absolutely!" Hearing this, Simonov suddenly stood up from her seat, but she was already starting to slur her words, and whether it was possible or not was already very obvious.
"Wake up, Maria, wake up. You said you'd take others to the factory, but how come you fell asleep first?"
Renault sighed, lifted Maria, who was drooling, and waved to AK47 and the others.
"Let's go, I'll drive you there."
As he spoke, he directly lifted the rubbing-eyed Maria.
Although he could go to the Sangvis Factory without her, bringing Maria along was equivalent to having a high-level pass from Sangvis, allowing him to move freely throughout the entire factory.
He happened to also go take a look inside the factory and see what materials Sangvis Ferri had placed in their factory.