"roar" The roar came out from the big mouth full of sharp teeth, echoing in the deep, hot and dark jungle, setting off a sound wave that exuded terror, and also aroused the fear in the hearts of the Canadian infantrymen.
They were all slowly moving towards He stood back and stared at the terrifying monster in stunned silence.
For a moment, even his effective rationality had disappeared.
They had never seen this kind of creature before.
It had a burly body under brown-black skin, a ferocious face with two scarlet eyes, and a large mouth full of sharp teeth.
And the forehead horns coiled up like goat horns.
Fear confused their rationality, and the chaotic rationality reminded them of the memories from childhood myths, which were cruel, evil, and dark fears, biological demons that only existed in hell.
Fear has taken over their hearts and spread rapidly in their hearts, leaving only the most instinctive fear from creatures in their minds.
They have never seen such a weird creature, nor have they seen such a living demon.
Their eardrums are buzzing now, and their trembling bodies cannot even turn around and run away.
But the terrifying monster had no mercy on their fear.
It acted neatly like the king of hunting.
With its slight roar, it slowly retreated back and disappeared into the darkness.
But everyone knows that this is definitely not a retreat, but it symbolizes the beginning of the hunt.
And this group of victors who originally entered the forest, this group of Canadian infantrymen with rifles, became prey.
Almost instantly, the sound of dense tree trunks breaking had already sounded in the depths of the forest, and the noisy sound had turned the silent forest into a frenzy.
Countless growls have also sounded along with the noisy voice.
Countless footsteps were heard running back and forth in the dense bushes.
And the sound of the branches and leaves rubbing together became more and more frequent.
Even the edge of the entire forest began to shake in some way.
It was not a monster, there seemed to be a group of more than a dozen of them, roaring wildly as they ran, gradually pushing the group of terrified Canadian infantry into a desperate situation.
They are like brilliant tactical experts, but this is the biological instinct of hunting, which also caused the group of Canadian infantry who had completely panicked to completely collapse.
This group of Canadian infantrymen screamed like women and threw down their tactical flashlights and assault rifles regardless.
He had forgotten even the most basic military discipline and only knew how to escape towards the outside of the forest.
They only know that there are their comrades over there, their heavy machine guns, and special forces that are stronger than them.
They knew that if they escaped to the intersection of the forest and the beach, with their comrades behind them, they would have a chance to survive.
But they didn't hear the furious orders in their ears.
Even if the special forces in front of them raised their rifles and heavy machine guns and pointed them at them, they still rushed that way.
All they have in their hearts now is their deepest fear and their desire to live.
"Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong" But their desire to live was shattered at the hands of the comrades in whom they had placed high hopes.
The heavy machine gun that was supposed to be aimed at the enemy fired at them.
The Canadian special forces members with stern faces were extremely indifferent, even the angry commander before.
He also gritted his teeth and fired at them with the standard FA assault rifle.
A huge force came from the front of their bodies, as if they encountered some mysterious force while running, causing some parts of their bodies to come to an emergency stop.
And their faces still showed panic and a little doubt.
Many people's heads suddenly spun and saw a familiar and unfamiliar headless corpse with blood still spurting from the neck.
This made them doubtful.
Deeper and deeper.
But their eyes still followed the rotating angle and looked behind them, and they also discovered that less than half a meter behind them, the ferocious-looking demon with goat horns was fleeing with them.
And after chasing them, they finally surpassed their bodies, roared and rushed towards the heavy machine gun position on the edge of the forest.
"They're finished."
His whole body was curled up in the slightly sunken hole.
Liszt, who was wrapped in camouflage nets and fresh leaves, seemed to be a dense shrub growing in the hole.
No one noticed him, not even those terrifying monsters, and Liszt raised his neck and looked at the edge of the forest through the gap in the bushes in front, while his hands were deeply inserted into the soft soil.
Holding it tightly, the teeth seemed to be crushed in his mouth: "Death Claw" He was chanting these three words secretly in his heart, and his breathing was already quite rapid.
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He was gasping for air, and his physical strength was also rapidly recovering.
Liszt knew that the so-called monsters were not demons from hell at all.
He had even killed more than one with his own hands.
The experience in that small town also made his eyes slightly red.
The violent heavy machine guns came to an abrupt end.
The machines that humans were proud of in the bloody storm could no longer bear the heavy responsibility of fire strikes, because the owners of these firearms had been rushed in front of them by the bloody death claws.
Even their firepower Seven or eight Death Claws were forcibly shot into a pile of useless minced meat, but when they were less than three meters away from the Death Claws, the fragility of human beings was clearly exposed.
Blood has dyed the death claw's sharp claws red, and with every swing, fragments of stumps and internal organs are raised in the air.
Whether it is ordinary Canadian infantry, the capable members of the Canadian Special Forces, or the Canadian agents who treat Lister and the others like monkeys, they are now no different from ordinary humans.
They all became slaughtered lambs in front of the four death claws that rushed into them.
Apart from letting their own bones and muscles slightly block the cutting of the claws, they had no room for resistance.
In less than five minutes, everything had turned upside down.
Liszt, who thought he could easily complete the rescue mission, was surrounded by a group of Canadian agents.
But just when the entire army was wiped out, the terrifying death claw appeared in the dense forest.
There was a bloody storm, and just four surviving Deathclaws had already killed nearly a platoon of fifty Canadian troops.
"Liszt, we have to leave here, we can't stay here" And just as Liszt gritted his teeth and stared angrily at the feast of death brought by the death claws, a pair of hands stretched out from beside him and pressed his shoulders tightly.
Subconsciously pulling out his hand from the soil, Liszt had a slightly ferocious look on his face.
His fingers had already pinched the voice's neck, but after listening to the struggling words, he slowly let go.
He stopped: "This is a testing ground for the Enclave.
It's too late for us to leave now, otherwise we will all die here."
This voice had a trembling voice, as if there was still extreme fear, but his eyes were unusually bright.
Looking at Liszt in front of him, he held his hand and slowly let go of his neck as if he had found a savior.
Holding his hand, he clenched his teeth and breathed in the air with a strong smell of blood.
He swallowed hard and said quickly: "The experiment has just begun.
As long as we escape to land, we will survive."
But Liszt looked at him coldly, with bloodshot eyes all over the place.
Of course he recognized the person who spoke.
It was the Enclave spy who should have been beaten to pieces by a heavy machine gun.
He gasped deeply, coming from his body.
The abundant strength within him made him clenched his fists tightly, and whispered every word like a roar: "You really should die."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I should die, but not now.
We are all elites of the Enclave and should not die on this island at all.
We still have a bright future waiting for us.
If we die on This is totally worthless, we can survive well together.”
The Enclave spy was also panting heavily, but his panicked face showed an unmistakable look of fear.
Holding Liszt's hand tightly, with longing and hope in his eyes, he just watched Liszt's trembling voice, speaking the fears and expectations in his heart in such chaotic words: "But you are Paradise Butcher, the Paradise Butcher who can lead the troops to fight a bloody path on the Mexican battlefield, your excellent performance in the urban testing ground almost exceeds " But before he finished speaking, a strong smell of blood instantly spread over Liszt and his head.
A death claw covered in blood and flesh appeared there, and the claw was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.
The sharp claws had also pierced into the chest of the Enclave spy.
The scarlet eyes were aimed at the bloodshot eyes of Lister, and he roared fiercely: "Roar"
"Help me, we can escape, I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to" The Enclave spy was still holding Liszt's hand, but his gradually widening eyes were full of despair and confusion.
His entire abdomen had been torn open by sharp claws, and his internal organs and spine had been cut into two pieces.
A stream of blood surged up in his throat.
Even though his nose was full of blood, he still held Liszt's hand and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
There were only blood and tears in his eyes.
It flowed down the cheeks covered with dirt.
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Slowly getting up, Liszt's eyes were almost covered with bloodshot eyes, making his eyes look equally scarlet.
He turned his head and looked to the side.
The two Anchorage elites who had survived had also died in the hands of this death claw.
The camouflage net on their bodies was shattered together with their internal organs.
And he slowly reached out and put down the Enclave spy's hand, but his heart was beating violently.
"You really deserve to die."
Liszt raised his head, looked at the death claw that was so close, and said slowly. 16 assault rifle and the military backpack on his back were still on the ground as he stood up.
He just slowly looked up at the death claw that was torn apart by the heavy machine gun and was covered in blood and flesh, and gently repeated what he said just now: "You really deserve to die
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