Mutated humans, other than cannibals, were another "species" not recognized by all humans.
They had a larger physique, stronger muscles, ugly and twisted faces, and grayish-green skin, just like the orcs in "The Lord of the Rings".
The FEV virus's infection gave their tissue cells an insane regeneration ability. In some sense, they were the immortal creatures that "wouldn't die if they didn't ask for it." At the same time, the powerful FEV also made them immune to almost all diseases and basically immune to radiation. They called themselves "perfect humans" and praised the wasteland as a paradise for the new humans.
Of course, these were not the reasons why they were hated. There were a lot of arrogant and ugly people on the wasteland. If they inhaled too much radiation dust, their brains would more or less become abnormal.
What the survivors couldn't tolerate was that they were a group of eunuchs.
Being eunuchs was not enough. They also liked to capture people and turn them into eunuchs like them.
Being unable to reproduce was their only flaw.
At the same time, with the same DNA telomeres, the stronger the regeneration ability, the faster the cell division, and the shorter the lifespan.
They almost never aged, but they would die at the age of 50. The more injuries they suffered, the shorter their lifespan. If they wanted to continue their race, they had to capture people on the wasteland and pickle them in jars like pickles to turn them into ugly mutated humans, regardless of gender.
To increase efficiency, they would capture males and females, force them to mate, and then wait until they gave birth to a newborn before pickling them into mutated humans. Then they would raise the newborn and repeat the production line.
This kind of inhumane method was even more disgusting than directly killing people. Obviously, people would rather lose their heads than lose their penises. Therefore, mutated humans naturally entered the blacklist of all survival bases, including the Sixth Street.
These "eunuchs" were the enemies of all humans.
But even if they couldn't trade with other survivors, they still lived well.
Nutrient supply? Of course they could produce it, but they didn't want to eat it. They hunted mutants and ate their poisonous flesh raw, relying on their strong immunity to resist the poison. Even if it was a zombie-type mutant that was as disgusting as a mountain of meat, they could still feast on it without any qualms.
Arms? They were born in the underground military facilities, and because of the dissolution of the regime, they gained freedom. They controlled the entire military base and were one of the organizations with the most firearms in Wanghai.
To be honest, in terms of their adaptability to this world, they indeed had the right to be proud. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't reproduce, they would have already occupied the entire world.
And Jiang Chen and the others were facing this group of monsters.
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"Damn, their firepower is too strong!" Ma Zhongcheng lay flat on the ground behind cover. He could not breathe under the pressure of the heavy machine gun bullets that swept over him.
At a distance of 400 meters, whoever had the strongest firepower would be the boss.
The green-skinned mutated human had bullet chains wrapped around his body. He held a revolving machine gun in his hand and fired wildly at the main teaching building. Their strong physique allowed them to directly carry heavy firepower weapons and were almost unaffected by the recoil.
Without the need to wear kinetic skeletons to increase the weight, they could wear armor made of C-type steel that weighed about a ton with their pure strength. If it wasn't for the exposed joints, light weapons wouldn't be able to pose a threat to him.
"Fu * k, it's the mutated humans." Sun Jiao's expression was not looking good. She held the 72mm anti-tank cannon as she hid behind cover.
The heavy machine gun could already pose a threat to the power armors. The aggressive firepower forced them to be more cautious.
Her feet were anchored as she reloaded the AP round. She suddenly leaned out of cover and fired.
The orange-yellow cannonball drew an arc in the air as it ruthlessly hit a mutated human who was holding a machine gun and venting its firepower.
The AP round penetrated the armor and tore the mutated human into pieces.
The effect was obvious. When the mutated human realized the opponent had heavy firepower, they became more cautious in their attacks. But at the same time, the firepower also converged on Sun Jiao's position.
Sun Jiao hastily retracted the anchor device as she immediately activated the turbine engine and desperately dodged the bullets.
The violent firepower of the heavy machine gun almost tore the wall she was hiding behind into pieces.
"Dammit, do their bullets not cost money?" Jiang Chen gritted his teeth as he stuck close to the wall and changed cover while firing.
"Fu * k! Why are you always aiming at me. "Sun Jiao dragged the two-meter long cannon as she awkwardly hid behind the stairs. She didn't dare to show her head.
Other than the heavy machine gun, there were also recoilless cannons. There were at least four of them!
The firepower was on a completely different level. The only heavy firepower on Jiang Chen's side was the 72mm anti-tank cannon in Sun Jiao's hands. Although the triangular revolving machine gun on the power armor had high firepower, once one side was suppressed, it would be difficult for the other side to retaliate.
There were at least 20 mutated humans with machine guns.
"Should we drive the armored vehicle over? The 20mm machine gun can —"
"You're crazy, they have four recoilless cannons!"
"Dammit, what do we do …" Sun Jiao pursed her lips.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat, dammit! Prepare to fight inside the building! "Without time to hesitate, Jiang Chen decisively took over the command and shouted in the public channel.
Sun Jiao paused for a moment before she reacted.
Yes, if they couldn't win with firepower, then they would close the distance and fight! If the mutated humans needed captives, there was no reason they wouldn't chase.
"Roger!"
The light infantry that was pinned to the ground by the firepower began to retreat, followed by the power armor soldiers.
In the first round of confrontation, the mutated humans had the upper hand. Jiang Chen's light infantry lost three people and some of the power armor soldiers were lightly injured.
The other side lost two people. One of them was killed by Sun Jiao, and the other probably died due to bad luck. With the mutated humans' recovery ability, as long as their head wasn't penetrated, they wouldn't die on the spot.
The sky began to darken. Because of Jiang Chen's retreat, the mutated humans' firepower also stopped.
It was impossible to demolish the building. Their goal was probably to capture people. Therefore, they could only enter the main building and engage in close combat with Jiang Chen's group.
"A total of 31 people, 19 heavy machine gunners have entered the building." After activating fury, Jiang Chen saw all the red hearts in the building.
Fury deactivated.
He took a deep breath as his brain regained clarity. After the battle in the virtual world, he could freely activate and deactivate fury without the need for the support drug.
But the only downside of fury was that the more enemies there were, the harder it was to control his emotions. When the anger accumulated to a certain level, he would lose control. Just like how Sun Jiao would be weakened after using resilience, the hidden genetic code was not a gift from the creator, but a curse to those who disrespected him.
The light infantry was completely useless at this time. Sun Jiao already ordered them to retreat to the door.
Ten power armor soldiers against 31 mutated humans, the difference in numbers was quite large.
But would Jiang Chen play along with them?
The Fishbone survival base lacked a lot of things, but crystals were not the only thing they lacked.
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