On the high seas, the Royal Caribbean cruise ship sailed in a straight line.
Not far away, two Blackhawk helicopters approached, slowed down, and maintained relative stability with the cruise ship. Right now, Jiang Chen was sitting in the helicopter, looking at the cruise ship outside the window, his eyebrows twisted together.
Blood.
There was blood everywhere …
On the white wall of the ship, the glaring red was so obvious. At a glance, whether it was the waiters or the tourists, other than the living dead, they were all dead.
"God …" Ivan, who sat across from Jiang Chen, had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead as he struggled to speak.
Even if he was used to seeing hell in the civil war in Kane, even if he had been to City K, he couldn't remain indifferent to everything in front of him. The soldiers in the helicopter all had ashen expressions on their faces.
Jiang Chen's expression was relatively normal. After all, this kind of scene was not uncommon in the apocalypse.
Sitting in his position, he could clearly see a beautiful woman in a bikini, with only half of her face hanging down, staring at the sea outside the railing in a daze. There was also a man with a bare belly, lying on the ground and gnawing on a bloody corpse. And …
"We may be in trouble."
"Should we hand it over to the United Nations?" Ivan looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
The radio life signal detection device found signs of human life in every corner of the cruise ship, in the bar, the kitchen, and some of the guest rooms. Similar to the T virus in City K, not everyone would be infected the first time. Many people would only become zombies after being infected a second time.
Of course, there were some unlucky people who couldn't become zombies after being infected a second time. These people would often become food for the zombies. Their skulls would be bitten off and torn into pieces in pain.
"Log in," Jiang Chen said emotionlessly.
"But …" Ivan's expression was hesitant.
"Fire approved."
After taking a deep breath, Ivan nodded.
"Understood."
To this day, the United Nations still didn't make a conclusion on the zombies in the biohazard outbreak in City K. Whether or not shooting zombies constituted an "anti-human" act was still unclear in international law.
No one wanted to bear the infamy of being an executioner. No one wanted to one day in the future, after the "antidote" that could better solve the infection problem was developed, they didn't want to be judged by the family of the deceased, the Virgin Mary, and the International Court of Justice.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less.
Jiang Chen wanted to know why the virus broke out on the cruise ship. The Kurofune that had been silent for nearly a year resurfaced again. He couldn't let go of this opportunity. What's more, the special nature of the Kurofune made it inconvenient to disclose it to the United Nations.
Before handing the case over to the United Nations, he planned to collect all the clues and then destroy them.
Of course, recording the battle was a must.
The two Black Hawks descended one after the other and threw down ropes from the hatches on both sides. A hook was attached to a rope, and a total of 12 fully armed soldiers were lowered to the side of the open-air swimming pool of the cruise ship. The zombies slowly shifted their stunned gazes towards the living creatures that suddenly appeared in their field of vision.
The soldier in the lead took a deep breath, made two gestures to the comrades behind him, and then quickly raised the muzzle and shouted.
"Fire!"
Orange flames flickered, and rifle trajectories danced on the deck of the cruise ship.
"ROAR!!!"
Howling, the zombies rushed to the soldiers who landed. The two black shadow helicopters positioned themselves at an angle. The gunner aimed the fixed grenade launcher at the steel stairs leading to the top deck and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
Steel fragments mixed with flesh and blood flew in the air. The stairs were blown into pieces, and the zombies who attempted to rush from the lower deck to the top fell back. Under the cover of aerial fire, the soldiers on the deck were divided into two teams and quickly rushed to the stairs.
Under the protection of kinetic skeletons, the teeth and claws of the zombies posed no threat to the soldiers of Celestial Trade. As for the remnant T-virus, it was not a threat at all to those who had been injected with the E-class genetic medicine.
Team A went to the captain's room to dock the ship, and Team B rescued the survivors.
Due to the particularity of the incident, the level four alert had been upgraded to a level two alert, and the Celestial Trade Marine Corps was on a small landing ship to reinforce. Jiang Chen glanced at the cruise ship that was already billowing with smoke, and took the tablet connected to the battle recording from Ivan's hand.
…
Garrett, a former UA Marine Corps soldier, served in Iraq. Like most of his comrades, he chose to join a private military contractor after retirement. Originally, Black Water and Clover Jungle were his options, but in the end, he chose Celestial Trade.
He really didn't want to go back to that godforsaken place, Iraq. Spending the rest of his life on a beautiful island in the Western Pacific was his dream life, not working for Wall Street tycoons and the "gardener" living in the White House.
What's more, Celestial Trade offered a high salary, and there would be a generous pension after retirement.
Unfortunately, reality seemed to be a little different from the ideal. Not only did he not stop, but he also fought a modern war with Celestial Trade at the beginning of the year? He also parachuted into the zombie-infested City K for "peacekeeping"?
Is this really a military contractor???
Fortunately, Celestial Trade's income was high, and with the protection of various high-tech equipment, the casualty rate was also surprisingly low. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that the kinetic skeleton he was wearing couldn't even compare to the suit lying in the DARPA laboratory.
DARPA translated to the UA Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which could also be understood as "S.H.I.E.L.D." From the Internet to GPS, this guy's shadow was behind everything.
With his excellent combat skills, he was incorporated into the Celestial Trade Rapid Response Force after the Moro Independence War. He originally thought his days would be more leisurely, but he didn't expect to encounter such bad luck today.
Those damn zombies.
Damn it, where did it come from?
Through the red-carpeted corridor, he rushed to the door of the hall. The captain's room was located on the top floor directly above the hall. The power system was not interrupted, and he could use the elevator to take a shortcut. After confirming the map on the helmet screen, Garrett called his comrades to prepare to break in.
With the kinetic skeleton activated, he stepped forward and kicked the iron door of the hall, sending the zombies behind the door flying.
He raised his hand and smashed the head of the zombies. Garrett held the rifle level without hesitation and pulled the trigger with his comrades who broke in from both sides of the door.
"Bang bang!"
The bullets shattered the wooden decorations and the zombies' flesh into pieces and flew in the empty hall. From the attire, it could be seen that a ball was being held here when the zombie virus broke out. Halfway through the ball, the singing stopped abruptly, and the men and women on the dance floor began to bite each other …
Just thinking about it made him feel disgusted.
The zombies continued to rush in, and the six-man group's firepower gradually couldn't hold them off.
Garrett made a gesture to his comrade. Norman, who was in charge of firepower, understood and took out a grenade launcher from his backpack. He fired a rifle grenade at the densely packed zombies.
With a bang, more than ten zombies were blown away. Those that didn't die fell to the ground with missing arms and legs. They grimaced in pain as they writhed on the ground.
Then another five rifle grenades flew over, and the dense group of zombies on the dance floor suddenly fell like wheat being harvested.
With Garrett and the others' alternating fire, the zombies were quickly cleared.
"Safe."
Garrett let out a sigh of relief and lowered the rifle in his hand.
But at this moment, there was an intermittent cry for help from the corner of the hall.
"Help … Help me …"
Norman just put down the rifle grenade and immediately raised the assault rifle in his hand.
"It's a survivor."
"Maybe it's an infected person."
"Help?"
Garrett was silent for two seconds.
"… Is the combat recorder on?"
"It's on."
"Help … I'll go."
Garrett made a warning gesture to his comrade, then lowered the muzzle and watched the zombies that hadn't died yet.
It turned out that he was right to be careful.
Just as he stepped over a hand that was drooping on the ground, the crawling zombie suddenly shook as if it was startled awake and bit towards his leg. Garrett reacted quickly and directly raised his right foot to avoid the bloody mouth. Then he stepped on its face and crushed its skull into tomato sauce.
Looking at the red and white on the ground, Garrett's eyebrows twitched.
"Nice kick." Bill whistled.
"I think it's necessary for the captain to apply to the company for reimbursement of the psychiatrist's bill." Norman raised his eyebrows.
"Shut up!"
Garrett cursed as he kicked the corpse away. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and jogged in the direction of the cry for help.
"Okay, you'll be fine …"
He reached out and pushed away the long table in the corner. Garrett's expression suddenly froze.
A corpse that obviously didn't look like a living person, and a cell phone and C4 stuck behind the long table …
It wasn't a cry for help at all, it was just a recording!
"Get down —!"
With a roar, he threw himself to the ground. At the same time, he could already feel that scalding wave of air crashing into his back ….
…
Boom!
Dust exploded and covered the entire hall.
Not just one long table, but almost one-third of the long table was covered with C4s the size of a cigarette box. With the cover of the tablecloth, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice them.
These bombs were planted earlier, and Tanaka originally planned to use them for retreat. However, he didn't expect Celestial Trade to receive the distress signal from the cruise ship and send out a rescue force so quickly. This was really beyond Tanaka's expectations.
He originally thought that at most, they would just encounter Country F's coast guard, and maybe they could steal a better ship …
Standing on the floor directly above the hall, Tanaka shook his head and threw away the detonator in his hand. There was a rare smile on his face under his hat.
After a long while, he looked at the dust downstairs and muttered to himself.
"I thought I could take at least two, but I didn't even get rid of one …"
He threw the rifle strapped around his waist onto the dance floor a few floors below. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.
He exhaled a smoke ring and sighed.
"Another life wasted."
The cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, and the flame suddenly rose and instantly swept through the gasoline that covered the floor.
The flame burned up along his trousers. Tanaka smiled as he took off the cap and disappeared into the rising sea of fire …
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