Michael Steelworks, a suburb of Orlando, Florida.
In the early hours of the morning, the world was still plunged into darkness, with only the ferocious and hideous mutated monsters moving around in every corner, making hellish muttering sounds.
However, at this moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three violent explosions suddenly sounded, shaking the entire area and triggering a wave-like feedback.
The members of the Shark Gang who were on night watch in the steel mill stronghold were so frightened that they nearly lost their souls. They used various lighting equipment, ran to the wall of the steel mill and looked out.
For some unknown reason, the three trucks that were originally parked outside the wall suddenly exploded. Now the raging fire has engulfed the three trucks, and the huge noise has attracted the attention of various monsters nearby.
Listening to the roars and footsteps of countless unknown monsters approaching in the invisible darkness, the Shark Gang captain who was holding a torch and keeping watch could not help swallowing his saliva. He did not dare to hesitate and immediately shouted to the younger brother beside him:
"Hurry up, go inform everyone, the zombie monsters are coming, go call for support."
"With just a few of us, we can't stop so many monsters."
However, with two sounds of skulls breaking, the powerful force of the sniper bullets directly smashed his and his younger brother's heads into pieces like broken watermelons, so that they no longer had to worry about the battle tonight.
Then, without the threat of the Shark Gang's guns, the Stinger Squad members wearing high-tech armor only took some time and effort to eliminate the remaining zombies in the steel mill and rescue the imprisoned survivors.
At this moment, a furtive figure suddenly climbed in from the gate of the steel plant, quietly opened the lock on the gate, pushed open the door, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Soon, a week later, there were less than 10 days left until the Harvest Festival.
Seeing the Shark Gang members rushing out of the factory, these mutated zombies were like flies smelling dog shit. They all let out bloodthirsty roars and pounced on them without any hesitation.
"In 10 days, they will hold a large harvest season celebration. By then, almost all of their members will gather together."
Dozens of members of the Shark Gang who were fighting the zombie horde were killed by explosions and gunfire in just this one encounter.
Unfortunately, the amount of mutant spider silk was too small. Even if he took out all the stock, he could not put together 20 sets of Guardian armor, which seriously limited the number of members of the Stinger Squad.
Within just a few minutes of the explosion, more than half of the members had already put on their clothes, picked up their weapons, and rushed out from their resting places.
Less than two hours later, greeted by the golden light of sunrise, a fleet of helicopters belonging to the Umbrella Corporation successfully returned to Fort Benning military base with members of the Stinger team and more than 200 rescued survivors.
Such a result made Leon somewhat happy. It was proved that his special forces plan was correct. In the small-scale battle, facing enemies whose numbers were more than ten times their own, the Stinger Squad easily completed the mission with their strategic advantages and equipment superiority.
Even so, the gunmen hiding in the dark had no intention of letting them go.
"Everyone has done a great job this time. I have asked my personal chef, Old John, to prepare a sumptuous meal for you, with plenty of wine and desserts."
"I will observe for another two or three weeks and give you accurate information then."
With Rick's command, the real battle began.
However, the things Rick collected from the Shark Gang's stronghold may be able to answer his questions.
In such a dark environment, with mutant zombies everywhere, they had no time to search. The members of the Stinger Squad who were hiding in the darkness wearing night vision goggles could only fight the zombies in fear while looking for cover around them.
"Nice shot, Sasha."
Unfortunately, the mutant zombies were very fast. After only two shots, these swift mutant zombies rushed into the crowd of the Shark Gang and started a face-to-face, flesh-and-blood fight with humans.
However, based on the battle videos recorded in Rick and others' helmets, as well as some items they collected from the Shark Gang's stronghold, Leon still saw several strange things between this gang and ordinary survivors.
"Regarding the matter of the Umbrella Company, how are you guys doing?"
"According to the video footage, these Shark Gang members are generally manic and bloodthirsty. They are fearless and even dare to engage in close combat with mutant zombies. The intelligence they displayed in the battle is also quite clumsy."
Constantine's face was full of excitement and he wanted to agree, but suddenly his eyes turned, as if he wanted to add some more conditions.
"I guess this seaweed may be some kind of new stimulant."
As soon as the two sides met, a fierce battle broke out. While the zombies were still some distance away from them, the members of the Shark Gang all raised their guns and fired. Hundreds of bullets were fired, and dozens of mutant zombies that pounced on them had their heads blown open in an instant, with their brains splattered everywhere.
"Stinger Squad, start the formal attack."
Members were constantly shot and killed in battle, and they couldn't even see where the enemy was.
Then, the professor seemed to have thought of something and said quickly:
His face suddenly darkened. During this period, Constantine had looked for him seven or eight times. Although this guy's intelligence was useful and helped the Stinger Team a lot, after solving the three strongholds of the Shark Gang on land, this guy actually wanted to go even further and asked him to continue to send soldiers to solve the Shark Gang's headquarters in the ocean.
In an instant, four or five rockets suddenly flew out from the darkness around the steel plant and flew into the dense crowd, followed by the sound of a large number of heavy machine guns firing and sniper rifles coming from nowhere.
This also resulted in their formation being broken up by the zombie swarm, and they soon fell into a disadvantage in the battle with the zombies.
"Don't worry, Mr. Custer, I will give you the test results soon."
Being stopped by the big boss, Professor Malloch smiled awkwardly and said:
The last and most bizarre thing for Leon was that, judging from the video footage Rick took, these people seemed like crazy after the fight. Even though they were at an absolute disadvantage, almost no one surrendered.
Not to mention how much effort this would take him without any intelligence, and no one in the base had any experience in sea battles. How could he be willing to send his precious soldiers to fight battles that they were uncertain of?
This is extremely unreasonable. Anyone who has survived to this day is extremely cautious and cherishes his or her life. Even if there is only a tiny hope, they would want to live on.
"I can provide you with weapons, supplies, and transportation. Once you have enough intelligence, I will decide whether to send troops to eliminate the Shark Gang based on the situation."
In Professor Mallock's research center, Leon handed a kind of black hay similar to seaweed to Mallock and said with a serious expression:
"Professor, help me test what's so special about this seaweed."
Because as long as the gate of the steel plant is not closed, no matter how brutal and warlike the members of the Shark Gang are, these zombies will continue to pour in and fight to the last.
"No problem, Captain Jasmine."
"You should carefully test the ingredients in these seaweeds. Perhaps these seaweeds can bring us some surprises."
However, it was already a little late at this time. Taking advantage of the open gate of the steel plant, under the deliberate guidance of the Stinger Squad members, those fast-moving mutant zombies had already rushed in at once, numbering two or three hundred.
"Then we will definitely be able to wipe them out in one fell swoop."
After listening for a while, he suddenly thought of something and asked his subordinate with narrowed eyes:
At the same time, in an unknown underground magnificent building in North America, a handsome blond man was holding a glass of red wine and listening to the reports of his subordinates.
As the night watchmen holding lighting devices were killed one by one by sniper rifles, more and more zombies surrounded them from all directions.
Without waiting for this guy to speak, Leon grabbed her collar, lifted her up like a chicken, and said:
"If you really want to save the survivors in the Shark Gang headquarters, I can give you a chance."
He was reckless when he picked up his weapon, and even dared to engage in close combat with the mutated zombies, so that his plan to capture prisoners was ruined.
Even after the battle began, they quickly gained the upper hand with their barbaric ferocity and advantage in weapons.
As the battle dragged on, more and more zombies poured into the steel mill yard.
And then, nothing happened. They were torn to pieces by the ruthless barrage of steel bullets.
"Everyone can enjoy this delicious meal and have a good rest. We will carry out the second operation tonight."
After leaving Professor Mallock's research center, Leon met the grinning Constantine again in his office. The guy was holding a cup of coffee handed to him by Avril, with a lewd smile on his face, as if he wanted to strike up a conversation with Amy's assistant.
However, the scene is quite different from what ordinary people imagine. The members of the Shark Gang have long learned how to use protective gear in their battles with mutated zombies. They wear simple leather armor or iron armor of different styles and assembled from different materials. They rely on cold weapons and firearms, and they are not afraid at all when facing these ordinary mutated zombies.
Moreover, these good things cannot all be used on the soldiers. The value of certain people in the base is limitless to all mankind.
"You're not bad either, Lieutenant Jasmine.
The Sting Squad completed their combat mission very well. It might be because the current communication means were too poor. Until they cleared out the three strongholds belonging to the Shark Gang, these man-eating scum did not realize that their strongholds had been destroyed, which made every sneak attack of the Sting Squad very effective.
However, the act of sniping the night watchmen can only bring some troubles to the members of the Shark Gang. They have been living in the danger-ridden state of Florida for more than a few months. Everyone is aware of the danger of these zombies, and no one dares to sleep soundly at night.
But before they could break away from the zombie swarm, they suddenly saw three super strong men wearing black unknown armor, carrying several boxes of bullets and holding the legendary Gatling machine guns in their hands, walking out of the steel plant behind them.
In the darkness a few hundred meters away.
Secondly, although these people's equipment is not good, almost everyone is equipped with a gun, and there are a lot of bullets in each stronghold, which does not seem to be something that can be easily collected from the city.
First of all, the number of people in this group is too large. Just in these three land strongholds, the number of people exceeds 600. It doesn't seem like a team that can be composed of the scum who can't survive as Constantine said.
Seeing Constantine's eyes light up, he snorted and said:
"You can go to the hospital and recruit no more than 10 survivors from Florida who were rescued, and then take them to the sea to gather intelligence on the Shark Gang headquarters."
The subordinate kneeling in front of him paused for a moment, then said in a panic:
"Your Highness, everything has been arranged."
Then there was a second shooting, and dozens more zombies fell on the way to the charge.
"We have arranged an insider and prepared the zombie gas."
Leon would not tolerate him, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the 100-pound man out of the office.
"According to the observations of Captain Rick of the Sting Squad, the Shark Gang members we dealt with recently seemed to be eating this seaweed."
"That's it, Sasha. Let's quickly clear out the night watchmen at the gate and delay their reinforcements so that the nearby zombies can rush in and form an effective zombie tide."
However, the reason why zombies have become a powerful enemy of mankind is not because of their individual combat effectiveness, but because of their endless numbers.
"By the way, Mr. Custer, the flesh and blood of the mutant octopus seems to be really effective. After those captives ate it, their bodies became noticeably stronger."
Ten minutes later, the Shark Gang's stronghold located in the suburbs of Orlando was completely eradicated under the siege of the Sting Squad and mutant zombies.
Da-da-da! Da-da-da! Da-da-da!
The Gatling gun is a battlefield reaper that is said to have a firing rate of over 6,000 rounds per second. The outermost members of the Shark Gang only saw bright flames coming out of the Gatling guns in the hands of the three super strong men, and countless smoky bullets shot towards them.
The two of them hid at sniper points several hundred meters away, with night vision scanners on their faces and corpse-stink spray sprayed on their bodies, and began to quickly snipe.
"Get out of here, my patience is limited."
Leon felt that Mallock's overall demeanor had become a little strange since he came into contact with the mutant giant Tom. Now it seemed that he wanted to have a taste of everything.
Professor Mallock pushed the eyes on his nose, took the black seaweed from Leon's hand, brought it to his nose and smelled it. Suddenly he felt refreshed and wanted to break off a piece and put it in his mouth. However, he was immediately interrupted by Leon speechlessly.
Just when Jasmine and Sasha were considering whether they should shoot in the dark and cause some casualties to the Shark Gang, Rick's voice suddenly came from their headphones.
"Team members, the hostages have been rescued."
Lyon, who was at the Fort Benning military base, received the good news first. Without hesitation, he immediately dispatched a large helicopter fleet consisting of Apache attack helicopters led by Lily and ten Black Hawk attack helicopters to Orlando to rescue the captured survivors.
Looking at the members of the Stinger Team who returned triumphantly, Leon enthusiastically put his arms around Rick and Sean's shoulders, and cast approving eyes at the others. Finally, he took out a box of high-end cigars from his arms, threw it to Constantine who was trying to come closer with a flattering look on his face, and said happily:
Faced with the attacks of mutated zombies and various heavy weapons, the members of Shark Stick's gang immediately became panic-stricken, and the huge casualties created an irrepressible fear in their hearts.
Seeing the gate of the steel plant being opened, the zombies surrounding the outer wall immediately turned around and surrounded it, quickly rushing into the yard of the steel plant.
The handsome man took a sip of red wine and said lightly:
"It's better this way. They have already interfered with our plans."
"If you don't do this right, the research department will be happy to have an extra experiment."
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