Chapter 981: Ripper

He glanced at the precise chronograph on his wrist. It was noon, and the air was hot and sticky.
Kunyang, a soldier of the 15th Militia Regiment of Dunwich, loosened the belt buckle of his rifle, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and then thrust the sharp edge of the iron bar into the rusty door lock in.
He hesitated, and glanced at Captain Hecht behind him.
The officer was nervous, and he had put his gun in his hand, holding the firmly under his arm, ready to fire at any time.
His face was covered with sweat beads, not just because of the hot weather.
"What are you waiting for?"
He lowered his voice and said fiercely.
Kun Yang shrugged, and honestly, he didn't know.
He didn’t know anything but Heicht told him and the others in Erlian that morning—roll to the pumping station outside the western suburbs to find out why the sentry there hadn’t reported for three days.
The soldier gently shoved the iron bar for prying the door until it hit the device in the latch, and then he began to turn the gear.
So the door began to be opened slowly by hand.
Down the low corridor, behind him and the captain, six other people from Erlian were clinging to the wall, and the gun in his hand was already ready.
This is really the worst task, Kunyang thought while turning his gadget.
Especially when blindly opening these doors without knowing what is on the opposite side waiting for themselves.
But it, they are soldiers-they have to obey orders.
Especially in this tense season.
Relative to going to the front line and playing hard with Ok, he still prefers to do some easy work. It is said that the front line has turned into hell. A teacher goes up and there is only one regiment left in half a day.
They arrived at the pumping station earlier that morning and were ready to check it out.
Here is a combination of farm and garrison, irrigating the whole farmland, and feeding a dozen farms.
The sun was low, the sun was cold, and there was no sign of life. Even the waterfowls that Kunyang had seen everywhere were gone.
After they entered, they did not receive any response to their calls and communications, and it was so hot and damp here that it seemed that someone had adjusted the environment to the "tropical" block.
The latch clicked, and the soldier kicked the door inward with one foot, then flashed it aside so that the captain could slide in and raised the gun to set the aiming position.
Shown in front of them is a workshop that cultivates a certain hydroponic crop. There is a high glass roof, and the metal pillars slowly rust in the steam-filled air.
Samples of various crops are placed in labeled jars, and plates and boxes are stacked everywhere.
The walkway between the boxes is made up of metal grids, and water droplets condensed by thick moisture from time to time drip from the transparent window glass at high places.
The soldiers lined up in a fan and entered the greenhouse, sweat soaking their military gowns.
"What is this?"
The soldiers Nair suddenly shouted, Kun Yang walked to him immediately, and the captain hurried over.
Nair retched while pointing her finger at a shelf under a few fluorescent lamps, filled with cultivation trays.
"Isn't this TM a spore of Ok!! What are these stupid O doing here!"
After a glance, the captain immediately cursed.
The things in the cultivation tray look like rotten globular mold-full, bulging, about the size of a human head.
They also beat irregularly like a pulse.
No one in this group of soldiers has been educated in advanced biology, and none of them is a scholar, so familiar with the native plants here, but all of them know that this thing is very wrong.
"It's like my grandmother cooking cabbage, I mean since her eyes are not working well, she often--"
"Do you think this thing can be eaten? Ok's."
"It's not good... I heard that they seem to be plants, maybe they can be eaten by plants? I haven't eaten them. It is said that the people of Green Devil have eaten them."
"So they all look like Ok, I don't like to be with them, it's weird."
The soldiers had a lot of discussion, but the only officer present was not looking good, which was beyond his understanding.
"Burn it, get a flamethrower here and burn them all."
The captain looked away from these disgusting crops.
Kunyang was preparing to execute the order, but suddenly they heard the sound of a rifle firing.
Very close to here, probably two or three buildings away.
First, six short and frantic explosions, and then a long burst of guns firing back together.
"Sir! This...it...has..."
Erlian’s internal communications began to crack at the same time, and a series of puzzling deafening cries and howls came from it.
The entire platoon immediately turned and ran towards the sound source, and the captain ran to the front.
Obviously, the second row on the left side of their scouts is now in trouble.
Soon, the captain and his men broke into the second row of the last notified room~EbookFREE.me~This is a garage where several agricultural vehicles with huge wheels are parked, the air is filled with smoke released by weapons .
Two corpses lie on the floor, both of whom are in a second row, and both appear to have been dismembered and killed by an industrial crop harvester.
A row drove slowly in the dark, trembling to find the target.
Within seconds, Kunyang found the headless body of another soldier in the second row, leaning against the wheel housing of one of those agricultural tractors.
The soldier lifted his gaze from the corpse in disgust and found that the tractor was tied to a large flat-bed cargo trailer with some kind of huge and eccentric chain.
That stuff condenses in the mud, and it really looks like a certain type of ship.
However, it is a bit small, and it can only be used by single boats at most, and it makes people feel sick at first sight.
Because of a layer of mud, its cargo looks like some kind of organ, fleshy, like a cocoon, of the same type as those he has seen in the greenhouse, but it is much larger. Times.
Was the sentinel here found on the farm and dragged back for research?
"No! Father! This is--"
Suddenly a cry came from behind him, and suddenly the gunshots were loud.
Kun Yang turned sharply and happened to see a torn body of a comrade spew blood flying across the room.
The semi-automatic rifle roared with a flash of light.
Something is moving with horror and quickness in the dark-something with claws.
In the blink of an eye, it cut the captain's waist, his body split in two, but still firing.
It's coming to himself now, he immediately roared and started shooting.
This is green--