Chapter 248 - Killers in the Dark 1 (1/2)

Chapter 248 - Killers in the Dark (1)

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In the underground base, in area C1 of the warehouse area, gunshots and flames were constantly coming out.

In an abandoned warehouse, several containers were pushed to the front entrance as a temporary barrier. Relying on this simple but effective defense, Rankin and the rest used the windows of the warehouse to reach out the barrels of their guns to call out to the living corpses that were rushing towards the warehouse.

In the midst of the intense gunfire, the bullets pouring out from the direction of the warehouse formed a metallic torrent, attacking the swarm of living corpses that was rushing towards the warehouse. The battle lasted for half an hour before the last living corpse was hit by the bullets.

”F * ck!” Rankin cursed, sat down on the floor under the window without a care for his image.

After the intense battle, Rankin's face was no longer rosy. Instead, it was a sickly white color. Not only him, but the rest of the soldiers had also suffered from physical exhaustion. Even moving their fingers would cause them to tremble.

However, they were all soldiers who had gone through rigorous training. After repelling the wave of zombies, everyone silently took out some nutrients from their equipment. This was a special nutrition that only the army had. It was several times more than what ordinary goods contained. At the same time, the smell was much worse. If ordinary nutrients taste like chewing wax, then the taste of army nutrients is no different from the faeces of the Scythe Worm.

However, whether it was Rankin or the other soldiers, they did not frown and swallowed all the nutrients in the tube. They knew that even though the nutrients were horrible to eat, as long as they ate them, they would have a chance of survival!

In addition to the nutrients, there was also a small amount of water, which eased the throat of the group. Rankin swallowed hard, then pushed himself up against the wall and sat down next to Smag. ”How are you, man?” he asked.

”He won't die.” McGonagall smiled weakly and tied a strip of cloth around his thigh. The cloth had been dyed red, and if the cloth was removed, it would reveal a hole the size of a pocket in McGonagall's leg.

It was from the attack of the armor piercing bullet. Lanken looked at the wound on his leg and said fiercely, ”Who the hell wants to drag me down?”

”Who else would it be, if not Zero, then Anthony and the others.” McGonagall took a deep breath.

”It must be Anthony!” Rankin slapped him across the thigh and said, ”Zero and the others are in front of us. There's no reason for them to come back and fight us. So it can only be Anthony, this despicable, shameless fellow! ”

”Captain, do we consider giving up this exam?” McGonagall whispered.

His voice, though soft, attracted the attention of the other soldiers, and faces turned to Rankin. In these faces Rankin saw fear of death and confusion about the future. They had not even passed the second floor of the base yet, but they had already lost nearly half their manpower, and their ammunition was almost depleted. If they kept going, God knows if anyone would survive.

”But if we give up, we'll have to live under the cover of cowardice for the rest of our lives!” Rankin said in a low voice.

”We know that too, but captain, sometimes you choose to give up. Isn't that also a form of courage?” McGonagall emphasized.

Rankin was speechless. Finally, he said, ”Vote. If everyone chooses to go home, then I have nothing to say.”

The result of the vote was obvious. Apart from Rankin, everyone else expressed the wish to give up the assessment. However, the final decision was still Lang Ken's decision. Thus, everyone looked at Lang Ken. Rankin looked at them and finally said heavily, ”Rest for ten minutes, and then we'll go home!”

He didn't want to give up just like that, didn't want to let down his uncle who was supporting him, but right now, Rankin couldn't make up his mind. Even if he had to persevere, the soldiers would still follow, but the morale would definitely be low. A team without any morale was no different from courting death.

In a low bungalow, 450 meters southwest of the abandoned warehouse, Ben's office space was occupied by Anthony and others. They encountered a minor interlude while following Rankin, and the butcher, who had followed Rankin and the others, retraced his steps and attacked them in a frenzy. The blood aura of the higher ranked Adepts had attracted the attention of this living corpse. In the end, Anthony and the others had cleaned it up.

Although no one had been sacrificed, a bloody wound had appeared on Lucca's back, and a piece of flesh was missing from Anthony's feet. Right now, there was a piece of sterile cloth tied there, but the wound was not light.

Betsy, who was in charge of monitoring Rankin's movements, said from the window, ”Captain, the Blasting Squad has left the warehouse.”

Anthony, who was resting on the ground, immediately said, ”Very good, let us follow him …”