From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

boom! !

The explosion occurred in the right front of the van, throwing soil and vegetation into the air, and the violent impact nearly caused them to overturn.

? !

"What's going on?!"

"God!"

The unexpected situation broke the original relaxed atmosphere and left Sears and the four students at a loss. Fortunately, no one screamed annoyingly.

"Hold them all! Lower your head!"

While Leon reminded loudly, he stepped on the accelerator with his right foot and controlled the van to rush out of this muddy forest area.

hum! !

The roar of the engine drives the four-wheel drive.

Phew~ Phew~!

The roar of falling artillery shells as they approach.

boom! boom!

An explosion occurred again around the van, and one of the shells even broke a giant tree in half, forcing the upper part to lose its support and fall uncontrollably to the ground.

Chi-! !

Upon seeing this, Lyon, who judged that it was a mortar attack, quickly turned the steering wheel to the left to avoid being hit by the giant tree and becoming a living target.

But he was very confused.

What they were driving was just an old van produced by Volkswagen in the 80s. Did they need to use mortars to "entertain" them?

Could it be...

Da da! !

Sure enough, just when Lyon thought that the target of the mortar attack was not them, there was loud gunfire from the right side, and a violent conflict broke out instantly.

Ammunition and artillery shells of different calibers cut through the dense forest, with a better effect than a chainsaw, "cutting" the dense vegetation between the warring parties, and creating a "clearing".

Gunpowder smoke filled the air. Even though we were in a rainforest, a place with excellent air environment and filtration effect, everyone in the car could still smell the strong smell of gunpowder.

Snapped!

Several stray bullets penetrated the car window.

"Oh my god...!"

"Professor...I want to go home..."

The group of teachers and students all followed Leon's reminder, holding their heads and covering their ears with their hands, curling up as much as possible, trying to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

You can "see" fear and despair on their faces, and their hearts are full of regrets. Why should they stay away from home, take the risk of running to this war-torn area, and put themselves on the verge of death.

At this moment, Leon had no time to calm down the teachers and students, but was concentrating on driving.

And when observing the movement on the right with his peripheral vision, he could vaguely see the appearance of the two warring parties;

The east-north side is the real target targeted by mortars. They are all dressed in dark green clothing and holding Soviet-style weapons, which is obviously the standard equipment of the rebels.

On the west side, the side of the village where they were about to arrive, there were still rebels with the same clothes and weapons.

Could it be internal strife?

Internal strife among warlords or rebels is common due to interests, division of spoils, etc.

Among the rebels on the other side of the village, Lyon also found many ragged civilians, who seemed to be forced into this internal strife.

But Lyon couldn't explain why the civilians rushed ahead of the rebels in a more aggressive and "brave" state.

?

This is by no means a sign of coercion.

boom! boom!

Several more shells landed nearby, and the explosion immediately made the ground tremble.

Bang! ~Bang!

Shrapnel and fragments, which were as powerful as the warheads, flew outwards, causing the van to clank and become dilapidated at the same time.

Maybe some good luck?

The shrapnel and fragments that could easily pierce the vehicle skin did not cause any fatal injuries to anyone in the vehicle.

Only the female student who wanted to chat with Lyon had her left forearm opened by shrapnel and needed to stop the bleeding immediately.

嗏

"Oh!"

The tire burst.

"what!!"

"Help!!"

Following the shouting inside the car, the van accompanying everyone through the dense forest finally lost its balance and rolled over.

Due to inertia, the van rolled several times on the muddy ground and finally hit a huge tree before coming to a stop.

Bang...bang!

The windshield, which was already shattered, was completely kicked open by Leon, who immediately regained his composure.

And the moment he climbed out of the van, he rolled to his feet, took out the USP.40 from the holster, and looked around.

I saw that the location of the "car accident" happened to be at the intersection of the village and the dense forest. You can walk out of the rainforest a few meters to the west, and turned to look to the east-north...

"Da da!"

The distinctive crisp sound made by several .40sw caliber bullets when they came out of the barrel also began to be mixed into the fierce gun battle.

It turned out that Leon discovered two rebels holding AKMs and was about to rush to the back of the car. He raised his gun, took aim, pulled the trigger, and opened a bloody hole in the foreheads of the two rebels in one go.

After eliminating the immediate threat, Lyon held the USP with his right hand, ensuring that he could still fire immediately, and then dragged Sears out of the car.

The remaining four students were much more flexible than their professor. They climbed out of the car on their own and squatted next to the front of the car with the engine.

After confirming that everyone was alive, Leon took out the medical bag hanging on his girdle and threw it to the female student, asking her to bandage the bleeding on her left arm that was missing a piece of flesh.

Although they were forced into a battle and each of them was scared to death, Sears and others knew that they must not yell at this moment.

Doing so seemed to vent their emotions and alleviate their fears, but it would only expose their position and make Leon, who was protecting them, anxious.

On the other hand, Leon, the quasi-investigator, was also frightened.

No matter how high his mental quality is and how rigorous the training he has received, it is his first time to kill someone, and it is inevitable that he will have great mood swings, and the adrenaline will surge, causing his hands to tremble unconsciously.

Fortunately, Clausa's teachings were kept in mind. Leon quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm, took out a smoke bomb, removed the ring, opened the safety, and threw it towards the south side of the van.

Boo!

Smoke quickly spread, providing more cover.

"Run towards the village!"

"it is good!"

After receiving the signal, Sears and others hurriedly ran towards the nearest thatched house.

Leon was at the back of the team, responsible for dealing with the approaching and following rebels.

When they escaped from the rain forest, walked around the back of the thatched house, and were about to turn the corner and enter the village...

"Roar!!"

The male student walking at the front almost collided head-on with a "villager" who made a strange roar.

"My Jesus Christ!" The male students retreated.

"Roar!!"

But the "villager" chased after him and stretched out his hands to try to pinch the male student's neck.

Upon hearing the noise, Leon immediately rushed to the male student's side, pointed the gun at the left chest of the "villager", and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da da da!"

Two quick shots to the chest and one shot to the head.

The "villager" who suffered three fatal attacks looked up and fell to the ground with a "Plop!"

If it was Lyon during the police academy, he might first shout "Stop! Or I'll shoot!", but police regulations obviously do not apply to the current situation.

"Plop! Plop!"

But the "villager" was not completely dead at all. He suddenly began to twitch violently, and then his head exploded directly.

"hiss!!"

At this time, the "villager" also let out a shriller roar, and a large number of slender, thorny vine-like tentacles poured out from the broken neck.