Chapter 231 - Land of the Living Dead Part II (1/2)

Chapter 231 - Land of the Living Dead (Part II)

Word count: 3227 Update Time: 2012-11-19: 19: 44: 00

After an unknown amount of time, Bridget suddenly opened his eyes under his overturned helmet. The helmet was activated for night vision. Under the infrared vision, the base passage was covered in a layer of red light, but it was clearly visible.

Nothing.

Bridget looked around to make sure that there was nothing else within a hundred meters of him. That was to say, the feeling of danger that had suddenly flashed through his heart just now was only an illusion.

However, in this underground base that resembled a monster's lair, Bridge did not dare to be negligent. He drew two folded alloy scimitars from behind his waist. The scimitars were shaped to confuse the enemy, and if necessary, Bridget could use them as boomerang to kill the enemy. Before joining Asgard, Bridget had been a famous hunter in the wilderness.

It was a common occurrence for him to gather the lives of his prey from a distance of a hundred meters.

With the weapon in hand, Bridget calmed down a little. He continued to maintain his sitting posture, using this posture that saved the most energy in his body to maintain vigilance. Behind his cloth was a solid wall. Nothing could attack him from behind. In front of Bridge was the corner of the passageway. From his direction, he could see a hundred meters in front of him. His line of sight was wide, and there was no sign of a sneak attack.

Although this person usually looked like he was smiling, his actions were extremely careful and he rarely made any mistakes. That was why Anthony had asked him to be in charge of monitoring the whereabouts of the few people present.

After making sure there was no danger, Bridget closed her eyes again. In this quiet environment, if you stare at something for too long, you get tired. A sense of tiredness, on the other hand, makes the nerves slow down and slow down with a dangerous sense of touch. As a hunter, Bridget was used to using her ears instead of her eyes to spy on her prey.

Not long after he closed his eyes, a sound of rolling wheels came from afar. It was as if some mischievous child was rolling a glass bottle at Bridget.

Naturally, there wouldn't be any children in the underground base.

The moment Bridget opened her eyes, she bounced up in a strange position. If one looked carefully, he would see that Bridget had no strength in his arms or legs, but was instead propped up against the wall like a monster with claws on its back.

His body leaned forward slightly as he bent the scimitar towards the ground. If anyone who was familiar with Bridget was here, they would know that he had entered a state of combat. And it was the all-out war. In fact, Bridget's nerves were now breaking down. He was sure that the sense of danger from before wasn't an illusion. If it wasn't for that, there wouldn't have been this damned rolling sound.

In the infrared vision, Bridget could see in the helmet that on the other side of the tunnel something round was rolling toward him. He let out a groan as he waved his right hand and used the half-moon blade.

The swiftly spinning scimitar let out a humming sound as it came close to the ground to meet the suspicious object. The scimitar cut into the ground at an angle. The scimitar flicked up the round object and threw it into the distance. After completing this mission, the scimitar turned back the way it came and was firmly caught by Bridge.

Even if it was a grenade, it would still be blown away by the force of Bridget's machete, at least dozens of meters away. Even if it exploded, it wouldn't be able to threaten him. But at the end of his line of sight, the thing that had bounced against the wall did not explode. Instead, the sound of glass shattering could be heard.

Feeling strange, Bridget went up. In infrared vision, the walls were splashed with liquid. Only in infrared vision, the color had changed its original color, and Bridget couldn't tell what liquid it was. He switched back to normal visual mode and turned on the light source on his helmet.

The white light fell on the wall, creating a heart wrenching red. He took off his helmet and sniffed at the wall. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood entered his nose.

It was blood!

At the same time, he heard heavy breathing coming from the direction of the passage.

He suddenly looked forward, only to see a black shadow suddenly scurrying out of the darkness. The speed of the black shadow was extremely fast, leaving afterimages in the air. It pounced on Bridget, who gritted his teeth. The two sabers in his hands left his hands at the same time, spinning and attacking in two different directions. At the same time, Bridget threw himself backwards, immediately dodging the black shadow's attack.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow suddenly stopped in its tracks, and its sharp, hard claws created a series of sparks on the ground. In a flash, it stopped and jumped up, grabbing onto the ceiling as it quickly crawled towards Bridget.

This time, Bridge finally saw clearly, it was a Ripper!

The Ripper, as a branch of the zombie's path of evolution, maintained its humanoid form. However, his arms and legs had already transformed into sharp bone blades and sharp claws that could easily tear apart large animals. The Ripper in front of him was a middle-aged man. The living corpse still had the human face, but its body was like that of a wild beast. The Ripper was much smaller than normal, but at the same time it made them fast and agile.

The scimitar missed and turned back.