Chapter 697 Landing on the Cruise Ship

On the high seas, Royal Caribbean sails straight.

Not far away, two Black Hawk helicopters approached, slowed down, and remained relatively still with the cruise ship. At this moment, Jiang Chen was sitting on the helicopter looking at the cruise ship outside the window, frowning together.

Blood.

blood everywhere...

On the white-painted ship walls, the harsh bright red is so obvious. Looking around, no matter waiters or tourists, besides the living dead, they are dead.

"God..." Ivan, who was sitting across from Jiang Chen, said with difficulty as a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Even if he was used to hell in the Ukrainian civil war, even if he had been to the city of Cagayan, he could not remain indifferent to everything in front of him. The soldiers sitting in the helicopter at this moment also had mostly livid expressions on their faces.

Jiang Chen's expression is quite normal, after all, such a scene is not very unusual in the last days.

Sitting in his position, he could clearly see a beautiful woman in a three-point bikini with her head drooping, staring at the sea level beyond the railing in a daze. There was also the man with the belly exposed, lying on the ground, gnawing on the bloody corpse. besides……

"We might be in trouble."

"Do you want to hand it over to the United Nations?" Ivan looked at Jiang Chen and asked.

The radio life signal detection device found that there are signs of human life activities in every corner of the cruise ship, respectively in the bar, kitchen, and some guest rooms. Similar to the t-virus in Cagayan City, not everyone will be infected once, and many people will only become zombies when they are infected again.

Of course, there are also unlucky people who can't turn into zombies after a second infection. Such people would often become the rations of zombies, their entire heads would be gnawed off one bite at a time, and they would be torn to pieces in pain.

"Log in." Jiang Chen said flatly.

"But..." Ivan's expression hesitated.

"Approval to fire."

Taking a deep breath, Ivan nodded.

"clear."

To this day, the United Nations still has not made a conclusion on the zombies in the biochemical crisis that broke out in Cagayan. Does shooting dead zombies constitute an "anti-humanity" act?

It still occupies an ambiguous position in international law.

No one wants to bear the infamy of the executioner, and no one wants to be tried by the families of the deceased, the Virgin Mary, and the international court after the "antidote" that can better solve the infection problem is developed one day in the future.

But now I can't care about that much anymore.

Jiang Chen wanted to know why the virus broke out on this cruise ship. The black ship that had been silent for nearly a year surfaced again, and he couldn't let go of this opportunity anyway. What's more, the particularity of the Black Ship organization also makes it inconvenient to disclose to the United Nations.

It was his intention to collect and destroy all leads before transferring the case to the United Nations.

Of course, combat footage is essential.

The two Black Hawks descended in tandem, dropping ropes from hatches on both sides. The hook was hung on the rope, and a total of twelve heavily armed soldiers abducted to the open-air swimming pool of the cruise ship. For the living creatures that suddenly broke into the field of vision, the zombies slowly shifted their blank gazes to this side.

The leading soldier took a deep breath, made two consecutive gestures to the comrades behind him, then quickly raised the muzzle of his gun, and shouted violently.

"Fire!"

The orange-yellow flames flickered, and the rifle balls jumped on the deck of the cruise ship.

"Roar!!!"

Howling, the zombies rushed towards the landing soldiers. The two Sombras angled, and the gunner aimed the fixed grenade launcher at the steel staircase leading to the top deck, and pulled the trigger.

boom--!

Steel fragments mixed with flesh and blood danced in the air. The stairs were blown into slag, and the zombies who were trying to rush from the lower deck to the top fell back. Under the cover of aerial firepower, the soldiers on the landing deck divided into two teams and rushed towards the stairs.

Under the protection of the mechanical exoskeleton, the teeth and claws of the zombies pose no threat to the soldiers of the star ring trade. And the remaining bit of t-virus has no deterrent effect on people who have been injected with e-grade genetic medicine.

Team A went to the captain's room to stop the ship, and Team B rescued the survivors.

In view of the particularity of the incident, the Level 4 alert has been upgraded to a Level 2 alert, and the Star Ring Marine Corps is rushing for reinforcements on a small landing ship. Jiang Chen glanced at the cruise ship that was already billowing with smoke, and took the tablet connected to the battle video from Ivan.

...

Garrett, a former U.S. Marine Corps soldier, served in Iraq. Like most of his comrades, he chose to work for private military contractors after his military service. Originally, Blackwater and Clover Jungle were his options, but in the end he chose Star Ring Trading Company.

He really didn't want to go back to that ghostly place in Iraq. It was his dream to spend the rest of his life on a small island in the western Pacific with a pleasant scenery, instead of working for the big guys on Wall Street and the "gardeners" who lived in the White House.

What's more, the salary offered by Xinghuan Trade is not low, and there is also a pension that is said to be expensive after retirement.

Unfortunately, the reality seems to be slightly different from the ideal. Not only did he not stop, but he also fought a modern war with the Star Ring trade at the beginning of the year? Also airborne in the zombie-infested city of Cagayan for "peacekeeping"?

Is this really a military contractor? ? ?

Fortunately, the income from the star ring trade is high, and there are various high-tech equipment protections like plug-ins, and the casualty rate of the troops is surprisingly low. Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that the exoskeleton he was wearing couldn't compare to the suit lying in the darpa lab.

Popular science, darpa is translated as the US Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which can also be understood as the "SHIELD" in reality. From the Internet to GPS, there is this guy behind him.

Relying on his excellent fighting qualities, he was incorporated into the Star Ring Trade Rapid Response Force after the War of Independence in Moro. I originally thought that the days to come would be more leisurely, but I didn't expect to encounter bad luck again today.

Those damn zombies.

Where the hell did it come from?

Walk through the red-carpeted corridor and burst into the doorway of the hall. The captain's cabin is located on the top floor directly above the lobby, and the power supply system has not been interrupted, so you can take a shortcut through the elevator. After confirming the map on the helmet screen, Garrett called his comrades to prepare to break in at the door.

Driven by the exoskeleton, he stepped forward and kicked the iron door of the hall, and the zombies flew out after sweeping the door.

Raising his hand was a gun butt, directly smashing the head of the rushing zombie. Garrett leveled the rifle without delay, and pulled the trigger together with his comrades who broke in from both sides of the gate.

"Bang bang—!"

The bullets shattered the wooden decorations and the flesh and blood of the zombies into pieces, flying in the empty hall. It can be seen from the dress that when the zombie virus broke out, a dance was being held here. But halfway through the dance, the singing stopped abruptly, and the men and women on the dance floor started biting each other at the same time...

Just thinking about it makes me feel fucking disgusting.

Zombies kept coming, and the firepower network of the six-member group gradually became overwhelmed.

Garrett gestured fiercely to the comrade in arms. Norman, who was in charge of firepower, understood, and took out a grenade launcher from his backpack, and aimed a grenade at the place where the zombies were densely populated.

With a bang, a dozen or so zombies flew upside down, and those who survived fell to the ground without arms or legs, grinning and moving around.

Then five more rifle grenades flew over, and the dense group of corpses on the dance floor fell down like they were harvesting wheat.

After Garrett and the others fired alternately at the door, they were quickly wiped out.

"Safety."

Relieved, Garrett lowered the rifle in his hand.

But at this moment, intermittent cries for help suddenly came from the corner of the hall.

"Help...help me..."

As soon as Norman put down the grenade, he immediately raised the assault rifle in his hand.

"It's a survivor."

"Maybe it's an infected person."

"save?"

Garrett was silent for two seconds.

"...Is the battle recorder on?"

"Open."

"Save people... I'll go."

Garrett made a warning gesture to his comrades, and then lowered the muzzle of his gun, alerting the zombies who were not yet dead.

It turns out that he was right to be careful.

Just as he stepped over a hand that was drooping on the ground, the crawling zombie trembled as if awakened suddenly, and bit his leg. Garrett reacted quickly, and directly lifted his right foot to avoid the blood-stained mouth, then stepped on its face, turning its head into ketchup.

Looking at the red and white, Garrett frowned.

"Nice kick." Bill whistled.

"I think the captain needs to apply to the company for reimbursement of the psychiatrist's bill." Norman frowned.

"Shut up!"

Cursing and kicking away the corpse, Garrett suppressed the discomfort in his heart and trot towards the direction of the cry for help.

"Okay, you'll be fine..."

Stretching out his hand to push aside the long table in the corner, Garrett's expression suddenly froze.

A corpse that obviously doesn't look like a living person, and the mobile phone and c4 stuck behind the long table...

That wasn't a call for help at all, it was just a recording!

"Lie down—!"

Roaring, he slammed backwards and fell to the ground. At the same time, he had already felt the hot air wave hitting his back...

...

boom--!

Dust exploded, covering the entire hall.

Not just a long table, almost a third of the long table had c4 the size of a cigarette pack stuck to the floor, covered by the tablecloth, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice.

The bombs had been planted earlier and Tanaka was originally scheduled to retreat. It's just that the star ring trade actually received the distress signal from the cruise ship and sent a rescue force so quickly, which really exceeded Tanaka's expectations.

He originally thought that at most he would meet the Philippine Coast Guard, and he might be able to snatch a better boat by then...

Standing on the floor directly above the hall, Tanaka shook his head, dropped the detonator in his hand, and rarely had a smile on his face under the hat.

For a while, he looked at the dust downstairs and said to himself.

"I thought I could take at least two of them away, but I couldn't solve any of them..."

Throwing the rifle on his waist to the dance floor several floors down, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

Breathing out a puff of smoke ring, he sighed.

"Another life wasted."

The cigarette on his fingertips fell to the ground, and the flame suddenly rose, sweeping across the gasoline covering the floor in an instant.

The flames burned upwards along the trouser legs, Tanaka took off the peaked cap with a smile, and was submerged in the rising sea of ​​flames...

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