star hunter

Zhong Yuncong finally saw Huo Jing's marksmanship.

In such a dark environment, there is no sight, and I don't know how he did it. The two combat guns he holds in his hand seem to be given life and become an extension of his consciousness. Every bullet fired Fly out according to the established trajectory, hit, and headshot with one shot, without exception.

Holding the gun, Huo Jing had an extremely mechanical and cold aura, like a precise machine.

He finally knew how Instructor Huo got his nickname.

In comparison, he doesn't have the ability to hit a hundred shots, and it takes two or three shots to hit one. In fact, he can't blame him, and the others are not much better than him.The main reason is that the aliens are not stupid, and they will not stand still and act as live targets. In fact, they follow the scent of people and keep drilling into the buildings on both sides of the street.The buildings naturally became natural barriers, covering the whereabouts of the alien species, making them more elusive.

So, so far, most of the alien species they have faced are hiding behind various obstacles, with tricky angles, and their pistols have limited range. In addition, it is basically the first time they touch firearms, and the accuracy is not enough. Naturally, the results are not endless. As expected.

After another missed shot, Zhong Yuncong suddenly heard Huo Jing's voice not far away: "Look for it and hit again, it's too expensive."

Zhong Yun smiled wryly, and he thought about it too, but this kind of fact can't be forced, and Huo Jing couldn't understand it, he heard him sigh: "It's really too forced."

Gunshots were fired one after another, interspersed with hoarse screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and hot gunpowder smoke. Desolate, it seems that even the wind has stagnated.

Zhong Yuncong noticed that someone on his side had been injured, and he frowned. There were few people on their side, and their guns and ammunition were even more limited. The bullets were squandered, and if it wasn't for possessing supernatural powers, it would be waiting for death in place.

This is too scattered. We should think of a way to gather the aliens in one place and solve them all at once.

"Instructor Huo, I have an idea..." He looked at Huo Jing, who was a few meters away, and was about to tell him what he thought, when suddenly there were heart-piercing howls from the opposite house Hearing that the sound was made by a child, Huo Jing stood up suddenly and rushed over quickly. Then, he watched him climb up the outer wall of the building with his bare hands, and at an extremely fast speed.

In addition to his superb marksmanship, his climbing ability is also top-notch... With this terrifying physical fitness, he finally understood how Huo Jing became the only non-supernatural security officer in the Administration Bureau.

Zhong Yun observed the surrounding environment from one side, perfected his own plan, and at the same time smoothly solved a alien species hanging on the window sill, trying to break the glass and break into the residential house.

The strange species fell in response to the sound, and the falling movement covered up the sound behind him—a fiery stabbing pain came from the back of his neck without warning, and he was startled, turned around and shot, not wanting to get out of it. The alien that attacked him had already fallen off the roof, and at the same time his bullet opened half of its skull, he also received a severe claw on his collarbone.

Zhong Yuncong opened his collar, and with the help of the dim streetlights, after seeing the five deep scratches with visible bones, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

In addition to the high concentration of virus, the alien venom was also quite corrosive. At this moment, red blisters quickly appeared on the back of his neck and collarbone, and the cold wind blew, piercingly painful.

His body was alternately hot and cold, sweat dripped down his face, and his footsteps were a little sloppy, but he didn't dare to stand against the wall anymore, so he simply walked down the stairs and came to the street.

At this moment, Huo Jing jumped down from the third floor with a child in his arms, Zhong Yuncong endured the pain and went up to him, but when he approached, he found a large amount of blood on his clothes, he was shocked: "Are you injured? "

"No. It's his parents' blood." Huo Jing patted the crying boy. The boy was about five or six years old. He looked terrified and his body was splattered with blood. It seemed that his parents had died. gone.

Huo Jing pushed the child towards Zhong Yuncong, and was about to tell him to take the child to hide, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the terrible wound on his collarbone, and he turned pale in shock: "Have you been scratched by a foreign species? "

Huo Jing has always been calm and self-controlled. Zhong Yun never thought that he would have such an expression. Of course, he also knew the reason for his gaffe - he was immune to the "Paradise Lost" virus, only Su Xian and Zhang Jibai knew that in the "isolated island", being scratched by a foreign species was basically a death sentence, so in Huo Jing's eyes, he was almost hopeless.

Huo Jing immediately dismissed the idea of ​​handing over the child to him, and even pointed Wu Dongdong's gun at his forehead without hesitation. In his opinion, killing him now would not only prevent future troubles, but also Release him early.

Seeing this, Zhong Yun knew that it would be impossible not to tell his secret, otherwise, according to the decisive character of this Instructor Huo, he would end up the same as those alien species in the next second.

"I don't know why, but I seem to be immune to the 'Paradise Lost' virus." He spoke quickly, fearing that he would be shot dead by Huo Jing if he was too slow, "I told you that I once had a face-to-face encounter with a different race , I even got bitten then, but now nothing happens."

Huo Jing's face was as cold as ice, and the gun still did not turn: "You said 'as if'? That means uncertainty."

Zhong Yun was helpless, he quickly looked around, and after making sure that no one was around, he took off the contact lenses in his eyes.

He stared straight at Huo Jing whose complexion suddenly changed: "Do you believe me now? I absolutely... have no infection."

Huo Jing stared intently at his eyes - his pupils were a clear and bright brown, a healthy color... different from theirs at all.

He's really...not infected.

Huo Jing was momentarily at a loss as to what he had seen. Huo Jing was at a loss for what to do. He couldn't understand how anyone could survive on this "isolated island" that had been isolated by the virus for more than [-] years.

While he was in a daze, Zhong Yuncong had already put back the masking contact lenses, and then asked cautiously: "Can you... keep it a secret for me? I know it's unbelievable...but I can't explain it now, I hope you can forgive me."

Huo Jing was silent for a moment, put away the gun, turned sideways, and said in a deep voice, "Hide your injury so that no one will find out."

Zhong Yun suddenly let go of the fundamental string in his mind, and he knew that he had won the bet.

"By the way, I just wanted to tell you. I have a plan. You can see if it's feasible." He didn't relax for a moment. At the turn of the main street: "I observed the terrain just now and found that it is a dead-end alley with a foul smell. It should be the place where residents usually pile up domestic garbage. If we arrange people to lurk there in advance, and then introduce the alien species In the past, we solved it all at once, which can save time and ammunition, what do you think?"

"Sounds good, but the question is, how to lure the alien species?" Huo Jing frowned, "These guys have been trained by others, and they are all very cunning..."

"After all, it's a walking dead. No matter how hard it is, it's no match for instinct." From the corner of his vision, Zhong Yun caught a glimpse of a alien species rushing towards him. He raised his hand and fired a shot, but his posture was chic, but it was a pity that he missed it.

Fortunately, Huo Jing shot quickly, and Zhong Yun quickly dodged sideways, avoiding the brains and venom sprayed out by the alien species after being headshot.

"Even if what you said makes sense, how could they pass obediently?" The child obviously had a heavy shadow in his heart. Even though the alien species was dead, he still burst into tears. Huo Jing had a headache and had no choice but to kick him away. When Zhong Yuncong saw the alien corpse, he pulled him closer to his arms, covered his eyes, and even covered his ears.

He really didn't want the child to hear what he was going to say next—"You said that they are very sensitive to the smell of human blood, so if we put some corpses there, they will definitely take the bait."

"You mean..."

"Yes," Zhong Yuncong closed his eyes, "just like this child's parents, the dead bodies can be used as bait."

"This is the easiest way."

When Zhong Yuncong said this, he was taken aback: since when did he start to solve problems in this way?

He knew that this was cruel, whether it was being eaten by alien species, or the subsequent gun battle, those corpses would inevitably be damaged, but they... were dead after all.

The living are the most important.

Huo Jing didn't hesitate for too long, his eyes swept across the trembling little boy, the shame in his eyes flashed, but his tone was firm: "Just do as you say."

He quickly called other people on the street, explained the battle plan concisely, and assigned the division of labor. Everyone had different moods, but they all went to carry out the task silently.

On this street, those who could run away went home and locked the doors and windows tightly, and those who could not escape had long since died on the street.The corpses were collected without much effort.

Not long after, the corpses of more than a dozen victims were piled up in that dead-end alley, and the students with sufficient ammunition were lurking in the dark, just waiting for their prey to take the bait.

There were not many bullets in Zhong Yuncong's magazine, and Huo Jing didn't let him participate in the final blow.

The dense gunshots were still deafening half a street away, Zhong Yuncong took the frightened boy into his arms, and tightly covered his ears.