Chapter 90: Encounter Battle

The buildings around Sheheba are already empty, with no one inside.

Combined with the black clouds covering the moon and the bitterly cold night that differs greatly from daytime temperature, the area feels even more deadly quiet.

"Boom~!" The engine roared, echoing across the western main road.

From an aerial view, a convoy composed of US Military Humvees and heavy military trucks was moving steadily eastward.

The street lamps had long been extinguished by war damage, and now only the convoy's vehicle lights seemed to be the sole remaining light on the street.

Soon, the convoy stopped a hundred meters from the dense fog.

"Clang!" The doors opened and closed.

"Step step!" The passengers disembarked one by one.

Only the undead and D-level personnel, equipped with gear no less than HellParatrooper equipment, left the vehicle.

Fifty-four from the Nest, ten from HellParatrooper, a total of sixty-four undead, at the moment they stepped out, immediately gripped their M41As and various firearms, spread out, and sought optimal positions to guard the surroundings.

The D-level personnel, numbering exactly one hundred, appeared somewhat disordered, since their pre‑incarceration occupations varied, and most could only fight with sheer ferocity and a resolve to sacrifice for their families.

But those like D-1999, who are veterans, could coordinate simply with the undead.

At this moment.

Twenty‑eight T-103 model Tyrants strode out of the heavy trucks, their steps thudding "Dong! Dong!" on the ground.

The last to leave the vehicle was a cloned cat‑face clad in heavy titanium armor, wearing a custom mask, and equipped with a wrist blade, a boomerang, and a retractable war spear.

The US Military infantry serving as drivers, after unloading this ad‑hoc task force, immediately turned around and headed back without lingering a second.

When the convoy left, the absence of engine noise returned the area to quiet.

There was an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Next, the twenty‑eight Tyrants, following programmed procedures and orders, moved to the front of the formation as a human wall.

The sixty‑four undead split into two waves to cover the two flanks, advancing in four‑person combat squads, while the hundred D-level personnel spread out at intervals and operated in the center of the formation.

The cloned cat‑face, retaining its iron‑blooded instincts, chose to leap and roam atop the building roofs.

A hundred‑meter distance was covered in an instant.

The Tyrants, undead, and cat‑faces entered the fog without fear.

The D-level personnel hesitated briefly at the eerie fog, but when images of their families flashed in their minds, they resolutely entered one after another.

Entering the damp, cold fog, visibility dropped to about twenty meters, preventing the front and rear of the unit from seeing each other.

All electronic equipment failed again; even the M41A's digital readout, as well as attached sights and lighting accessories, could not function properly.

However, the light sources within the dense fog differed from those outside; although visibility stayed around twenty meters, the brightness here was considerably stronger than outside.

Even so, the D-level personnel lit the old‑style kerosene lamps they had prepared in advance and hung them on the Tyrants at the front.

Seeing the kerosene lamps on the Tyrants in the fog gave the rear‑position D-level personnel some reassurance.

Moderate weight, compact construction.

A very nice gun.

D-1999, walking at the rear of the unit and watching the back, couldn't help but comment on his M41A.

Currently Umbrella's M41A stock is plentiful, and the Nest's research team has also developed many derivative pulse weapons, such as the Um-8 pistol and pulse machine guns.

D-1999 chose the handy M41A.

Walking on the right side of the street, he glanced at the nearby undead sharing his watch, then looked toward the dense fog ahead and, with a grave expression, gave a slight shake of his head.

Walking ten kilometers under these conditions makes one highly prone to ambushes by those black monsters.

Moreover, according to the report from the guy named Pulaise, there are at least ten thousand black monsters here.

Recalling this, D-1999 tightened his grip on the M41A, focusing on the tops of the low buildings and the alleys between them.

"Dad!"

??!!

Suddenly, he seemed to hear his little daughter's cry for help.

"Dad! Why are you never home! Why! If you were home! Mom and sister wouldn't… wouldn't!" The little girl's scream grew clearer.

"Hey, buddy, you're fine... I say! Don't point the barrel at your own people, okay!"

A D-level personnel, seeing that D-1999 seemed off, stepped forward to ask, but the highly tense D-1999 aimed his gun at the man's forehead.

"Huh..." D-1999 panted heavily, then whispered while still on guard:

"I'm fine, and in this situation, don't approach from behind without a word."

"Alright, I'll be careful; after all, I used to be a street thug, nothing compared to a soldier like you," D-1247, a D-level personnel, said with a light laugh.

"." D-1999 gave no reply.

"I don't know if you heard any strange sounds, but I definitely heard my stinky kid's cries," D-1247, following D-1999, added.

"."

"Tsk, I, this old man, killed all those who wanted his life cleanly; that stinky kid still dares to complain, damn! What about you, buddy, do you have any kids?" D-1247 grumbled.

"..." D-1999 paused, then replied, "I have two daughters."

"Haha, daughters are great, far better than kids," D-1247 laughed.

"Enemy spotted!" someone ahead shouted suddenly.

"Tadadad!!" The crisp crack of pulse weapons rang.

In an instant, flames erupted everywhere.

"Three o'clock direction!"

D-1999 also saw a giant spider‑like black monster atop the right‑hand low building; he shouted a warning and immediately raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Several undead had spotted the spider monster even before D-1999 and fired their weapons at once.

"Tadadad!!" The pulse guns roared.

"Boom! Boom!" The spider black monster suffered a barrage of low‑intensity explosions.

"Roar!" The spider black monster let out a painful howl as it dodged the attack.

However, the pair of eyes emitting a strange red glow stared intently at the living dead that could inflict serious damage on it, its mouth split open, revealing an extremely nauseating grin.

The living dead did not know what fear was; they only knew to pull the trigger until the spider black monster was completely shot dead.

Even with mental preparation, most D‑level personnel, after looking straight at the black monster, could not help but feel dread.

But there are always a few exceptions…

"Hahaha! Die! Die!" D‑1247, this D‑level personnel who fears neither heaven nor earth, kills the black monster that pretends to be a deity and a phantom with effortless skill.

But at that moment, ordinary black monsters that had been hiding in the shadows and lying in ambush for a long time suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Their goal was clear: to eliminate the living dead at any cost.

They lunged toward the living dead protecting the right side of D‑1999, D‑1247 and other D‑level personnel.

If the fog‑clearing one looked down from above, it would seem as if endless black monsters extended their tentacles, completely surrounding this team composed of humans, B. O. W. s and clones.

(End of Chapter)