I know a thing or two about the supernatural

Click!

The muzzle of the gun was snapped off, and the weirdo turned his head to the person who threw the gun just now.

Damn, that monster is looking at me!

The person who threw the gun just now was taken aback, it was different from what he had imagined!

According to the normal situation, it should be the weirdo who caught Morrison and gave them time to escape!

How could you stare at them, why should you stare at them!

Run, or you will die if you don't run!

The person who threw the gun wanted to flee, but it was too late. The strange man roared like a beast, and ran towards him like a tank.

No, no, no!

He screamed, staggered and fell to the ground, before the monster grabbed his foot.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

There was a tearing feeling in his crotch, and then he lost consciousness, and his body was torn in half from the middle.

But it's not over yet, in its sight, there are two people who are already running, and within a short while, they have already run tens of meters.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the strange man did not choose to suck the corpse in his hand, but threw two corpses towards the fleeing people.

Bang!

Like a cannonball, the corpse accurately hit the fleeing people, knocking them to the ground, and there was no more sound.

After everything was done, Boogie turned around, only to find Morrison right behind him.

As for Morrison, he swung his fist and hit the weirdo in the chest.

Punching your chest with a fist? This is it?

Guns are useless, let alone this weak fist?

But Morrison is like this, punch after punch, constantly hitting the strange man's chest, even if all the weapons have been exhausted, the ending cannot be changed, Morrison will try his best to stop him.

Morrison found that his fist was like hitting steel, and he didn't feel any muscle relaxation.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Now he wants to buy time for his escaped colleagues.

"Come and kill me, hateful monster, I'm right here, come and kill me!"

The weirdo lowered his head, as if he didn't understand why this person wanted to attack him.

Then it raised its head and looked around. The surrounding policemen had already dispersed, but it didn't matter. Although there was some faint black smoke on the bodies of those fleeing guys, it wasn't enough to make him want to kill.

It's time to leave.

The weirdo decided to ignore Morrison in front of him and prepared to leave here.

At this moment, he heard a huge roar, which made him raise his head alertly.

A black shadow, a huge black shadow is in the sky, and there are louder gunshots at the same time.

boom!

The head was directly shattered, and Morrison raised his head, staring blankly at the weird man whose head was shattered.

Knot... over?

Weird, dead?

But what was it that shattered the monster's head?You know, the Remington M870 thunderbolt gun does not have such power!

He also heard the huge roar in the sky, so he raised his head and widened his eyes.

Helicopter, a Black Hawk helicopter.

On the helicopter, the soldiers in military uniform looked at the sluggish Morrison below, and couldn't help blowing their whistles.

"Hehehe, look at the policeman down there, he looks like he was scared out of his wits."

"Buck, you bastard, aren't you afraid of killing the police below by mistake?"

The person next to him frowned. After all, the position just now was too close. If he was not careful, he might hurt Morrison.

"Hey, Yaram, you should trust my skills. If all my skills hurt him, then he can only accept his fate. After all, this is God's will."

"You bastard . . . I don't think about the time to write a report."

Even if Morrison died, it would be no big deal, just write a report.

After all, this operation is no small matter.

"So, the monsters below are making a lot of noise, probably a lot of people died in this police station?"

Looking at the wreckage below, Buck curled his lips: "So what's going on with this operation? The superior suddenly asked us to act, saying that there are monsters."

"I don't know, and I heard that the above called this monster Samael."

After a pause, Yaram said, "You said, the monster we killed just now couldn't really be a demon that came out of hell?"

"Demon? Samael? A devil who symbolizes anger? If the devil looks like this, it's really a drop in price!"

This is so ugly, the models in the game will not be made like this!

"But it's easier than imagined. Well, let's go down first. Let's recover Samael's body first. Driver, please descend a little bit and find a place to stop."

"Okay, please wait a moment, it is landing."

There is an open space on the side, which fully meets the landing requirements.

But... is it really that easy?

"Damn it, Buck, look what that is!"

Aram looked in the direction of Buck's finger, with a dull expression on his face.

Because Samael, whose head was smashed, is actually recovering!

The scattered flesh and blood gathered on its wound again, and in a blink of an eye, it piled up into a head like a mountain bag.

"Damn it, this guy can still recover, I knew it wasn't that simple! I'll shoot again!"

Buck carried the famous Barrett anti-material rifle and re-aimed at Samael.

And then another shot!

boom!

The huge recoil caused Buck's arm to go numb, and the shot accurately hit Samael's leg, directly breaking Samael's right leg.

Only by breaking its mobility first can it be slowly killed.

However, what happened next was beyond Buck's expectations. Samuel knelt down on one knee, clutching his broken leg.

What is it going to do?

There was a guess in his heart, but this guess made Buck frightened.

It was too late to aim and shoot, he could only shout at the pilot of the helicopter.

"Quick, run away!"

It was already too late, and Samuel threw the broken leg directly at the plane. It was obviously just a mass of rotten flesh piled up with human tissue, but it made the helicopter scream like it had been hit by a shell.

"We're shot, we're shot!"

With the exclamation of the pilot, the Black Hawk helicopter crashed directly.

Morrison stared blankly at all this, he always felt that he was definitely dreaming.

When I met a monster, the monster not only killed the boss of the casino, but also killed almost the entire police station. Now even the military helicopter was shot down, in an incredible way.

"Haha, I'm definitely dreaming."

His eyes turned black, Morrison couldn't accept the reality, and even passed out directly.

When it came to Samael, looking at the crashed helicopter, the broken leg that was originally used as a weapon had returned to his body.

It turns out that you can use part of your body as a weapon.

Samuel also learned a skill. He looked at Morrison, who was unconscious on the ground, and then at several helicopters flying towards him in the distance, before turning around and leaving.

Even it knows that the guys in the sky are not easy to mess with, and the memory of being bombed by F15 fighter jets is still vivid.

440 Chapter Seven: Do you want to come to my army?

Things are getting troublesome.

At this moment, General Sheffield is at the temporary station, commanding the team to search for the experimental body.

And just now, he received very bad news - the experimental body Samael had entered Las Vegas and killed a well-known local rich man.Not only that, a Black Hawk helicopter that arrived at the scene first was also destroyed by Samael, and the two pilots and two Rangers on the helicopter died on the spot.

There is nothing worse than the current situation, because it means that things will get worse and worse, and General Sheffield's idea of ​​secretly solving the experimental subject has become a luxury.

We can only order the city to be closed.

Completely block this famous entertainment capital, Las Vegas!

Not letting anyone in, not letting anyone out, while cutting off the internet, keeping Las Vegas off the hook.

Thinking of this, General Sheffield looked at the computer and clicked a button. At the same time, President Byron's haggard face appeared on the screen.

"How's the situation?"

President Byron pursed his lips, nervously expecting General Sheffield to bring him good news.

Unfortunately, General Sheffield shook his head and said: "President Byron, the experimental subject has entered Las Vegas and caused quite a commotion. We need to completely block Las Vegas now. And do a blanket search of the entire city."

"Is the matter still at this point?"

President Byron was a little disappointed, but this was the end of the matter, and he had nothing to say.

"I understand! You let your troops block Las Vegas, the mayor and the governor, I will communicate with them and explain."

"Then... Hinomaru's side..."

"Well, I will communicate with the current Prime Minister of Hinomaru and let them share some of our pressure."

"Then trouble President Byron."

Nodding, General Sheffield cut off the link, and just as he was about to stand up and walk out of the tent, an officer rushed in rashly.

"General Sheffield, General Sheffield!"

"Oh? Francis, what's the matter?"

Francis is Sheffield's adjutant and is also responsible for communicating with the frontline troops.

Seeing Francis looking so anxious, there must be something important.

"General Sheffield, the frontline troops have sent new information!"

After finishing speaking, Francis handed the document on his arm to Sheffield, and Sheffield took the document, his eyebrows frowned.

This...is this information?

Holding the document, Sheffield looked at Francis seriously: "Are you sure this is true? Someone fought Samuel and survived?"

"It's true, General Sheffield! This man's name is Morrison, and the information shows that he is Police Officer No. 76 in Las Vegas."

"Then where is he now?"

"He's being checked by the medical staff now, should he be brought here?"

"Of course! Bring him over after checking that he's fine, immediately, immediately!"

"Yes!"

Adjutant Francis left in a hurry.

Afterwards, he immediately took a helicopter and flew in the direction of Morrison.

Las Vegas, a temporary stronghold of the search force.

Morrison was sitting on the white bed, rubbing his temples with his hands.

The surroundings were full of the smell of disinfectant and alcohol, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable.