I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 385 The Awakened Monster in the Prison Cart
The heavy rain has been falling for more than two hours now, and the amount of rain has not abated at all.

All the commandos tightly held the assault rifles in their hands and stood silently in the heavy rain, their eyes as sharp as knives.

The commander was the last to get out of the car. An adjutant opened a black umbrella, stepped forward, and held the umbrella above his head.

The prison van was still shaking. From this point of view, the two medical soldiers in the van must have been murdered.

The commander picked up the pager and tuned to the driver's channel: "How is the situation inside now? Please answer if you receive it."

The radio signal was jammed by the heavy rain, and the voice on the pager was muffled.

The driver glanced at the square screen on the console.

There was a surveillance camera in the northeast corner of the car, and the prisoner was facing the camera, lying down next to the corpse of one of the medical soldiers and eating.

With trembling hands, he raised the pager and put it near his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, the prisoner suddenly raised his head and stared at the surveillance camera.

For a moment, the driver had an illusion, as if the deranged prisoner was sitting in the passenger seat.

His hands trembled, and the pager fell to the ground.

Mr. Zhang licked his bloody and sticky fingers clean one by one, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face after licking.

The driver only felt that his hair was numb. After eating those two medical soldiers, wouldn't it be his turn?

Thinking of this, how could he sit still?He hurriedly opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and ran towards the commandos in a panic.

A strange atmosphere spread among the commandos, and the commander was furious. Isn't he disturbing the morale of the army?Still at this juncture.

He snatched the assault rifle from the guard beside him, unbolted it, picked it up, and pulled the trigger.

Half of the shuttle bullets hit the past, and the driver fell to the ground suddenly while running.

The blood was smudged in the stagnant water, and the commander angrily raised his gun and strode forward.

"Alternate cover, suppress fire, prepare." The commander stood up and roared, the voice was so loud that the noisy rain was once covered.

All the commandos quickly entered the state, tacitly divided into two groups, one in front and one in the back. The front row held guns in a kneeling position, and the back row held guns in a standing position.

At the command of the commander, the commandos in the front row pulled the trigger almost simultaneously, and dazzling flames sprayed out from the muzzle.

Dense bullets covered the entire prison vehicle, and the compartment was immediately covered with bullet holes.

There was no way for Mr. Zhang to dodge, he was surrounded by enemies, countless bullets were shot into his body almost at the same time, blood spattered, and the blood mist filled the air.

The severe pain aroused his long-suppressed beastliness. Like a bull, he slammed into the rear door two or three times, and jumped out of the car roaring.

The commandos closest to him immediately raised their guns, and almost at the same time, Mr. Zhang landed in front of them.

All commandos turned their guns.

Mr. Zhang raised his big fan-like hand high, and slapped it down, crushing the head of the commando in front of him.

The commander quickly ordered everyone to keep a distance from him.

Mr. Zhang casually held down the head of a commando and lifted him up.

There was a large space around him, but the firepower suppressing him was still fierce.

Mr. Zhang turned his head to look in the direction of the commander, and threw the commando over with his hands.

The commander dodged sideways hastily, and then the commando slammed heavily on the spot where he had just stood.

No matter how fierce the firepower on his side was, the prisoners were still active and vigorous. The commander was already angry. When Mr. Zhang provoked him again, he was furious.

The commander picked up the assault rifle, quickly replaced the magazine, held it up and put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, emptying a bunch of bullets as if venting his anger.

Mr. Zhang jumped into the air against the dense bullets, and in the next second, a black shadow enveloped the commander's head.

The commander did not hide this time. He took off a grenade from his armed belt, bit the pull ring, and pulled out the wedge.

Mr. Zhang fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of him. In an instant, earth and rocks flew under his feet, and mud and water splashed in all directions.

"Good come!"

The commander detonated the grenade without hesitation. In an instant, flames shot into the sky, and a shock wave rushed towards him. Mr. Zhang could only hold on for two seconds before he was thrown away by the shock wave.

The commander didn't have only one grenade on him, seven or eight grenades detonated at the same time, killing most of Mr. Zhang's body.

The surrounding commandos were also affected, and for a while, the combat team suffered heavy casualties.

The commandos who were still alive saw that this could kill him, so they took off the grenades from their armed belts, pulled the rings, and threw them at him.

The commandos near Mr. Zhang quickly lay down on the ground, and the next moment, the earth and rocks from the blast hit their backs, almost burying them.

Both ears buzzed, and for a few seconds, the commandos saw darkness.

They turned over, fumbled for their assault rifles, and staggered to their feet.

I don't know who got up, and the gunshots rang out again.

Although the dizziness hadn't passed yet, most of them picked up their assault rifles and continued to shoot at Mr. Zhang's position from memory, until all the bullets in the remaining magazines were empty before giving up.

There was a smell of soaked gunpowder smoke in the heavy rain.

Whether it's psychological or physical, this short battle of less than 10 minutes has already pushed them to the limit.

Especially for the tiger's mouth, the high-intensity shooting in a short period of time caused the muscles near the tiger's mouth to freeze.

After they were exhausted, the assault rifle became a liability.

Anyway, the bullets were gone, and the commandos who were still alive simply put the assault rifle aside, pulled out the pistol and switched it to the left hand, ready to replace the gun.

There are currently less than ten commandos who are still capable of fighting. They walked together one step at a time and stared at the cloud of gunpowder smoke not far away that seemed to be unable to disperse. They were highly nervous.

And those commandos who couldn't stand up lay on the ground, pulled out their pistols, endured the severe pain, and aimed at the gunpowder smoke.

The wind brought raindrops and hit their faces so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

Is that monster dead or not?
This question is like a stone, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the commandos who are still alive.

The heavy rain is still going on, the rain is noisy, and the wind is howling.

When the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, a vague human silhouette burst into everyone's eyes.

The monster is still alive!

Everyone's eyes froze, and they pulled the trigger subconsciously.

Intensive gunshots rang out in the forest again, and Mr. Zhang slowly walked out of the smoke. He had one eye, vertical eyes, a face as white as paper, and a mouth so big that the corners of his mouth were almost split to the base of his ears.He has become a total monster.

Unspeakable coercion was released from him, and the remaining commandos lost the will to resist just by looking at him.

A huge non-figurative phantom faintly appeared behind him, and he took a heavy step, slowly revealing his sharp teeth like steel needles.

At this moment, the killing begins.

Nodding his head, Mr. Zhang who turned into a hungry ghost slowly showed a sick smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)