Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 451: Allen's Fear
“Damn it!”
Allen turned back and saw the mouth of the B-type mutant opened at a very exaggerated angle. With the human body structure, it is impossible to grow the mouth so big unless the lower jaw is dislocated. For a moment, Allen thought of an earth creature he had seen in a biological museum.
snake.
A tentacle covered with tiny fangs - or rather a tongue, shot out from the mouth and headed straight for Allen's front!
Allen had no time to dodge, so he could only lower his head as much as possible and lean his whole body on the steering wheel.
With a loud bang, the carbon fiber seat back was shortened. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Allen turned the steering wheel to the left. The armored vehicle, which was originally driving in a straight line at high speed, suddenly did a tailspin and turned the front of the car nearly 270 degrees. Fortunately, this was a tracked armored vehicle. If it was a wheeled vehicle, it would have overturned long ago.
Under the influence of huge inertia, the Type B mutant that got into the car hit the fender on one side heavily. Allen grabbed the assault rifle thrown on the passenger seat, aimed at the monster that was close at hand - he didn't even need to aim, the muzzle of the gun was almost against the opponent's body - and pulled the trigger.
“Da da da da da…”
Allen emptied the entire magazine in one breath, then sat down with a slump. The magazine of this assault rifle was filled with "active ammunition", 30 rounds per magazine, a total of 30 units of active flesh-eating worm cells, this dose was not saturated but overflowed - the skin of the B-type mutant was rapidly festering, and sticky pus was constantly oozing out from under the blackened muscles, and the tongue that was like a whip before has now turned into a pool of something like a transparent gel.
Allen took a few deep breaths and then climbed up from his seat with some difficulty. He first checked whether there was any damage on his protective suit - although the Seed of Corrosion was dead, if it had infected other organisms before it died, then those invader cells would not die with the original owner.
Fortunately, although the surface of the clothes was stained with a lot of blood and flesh fragments, it was not damaged, and the sealing strips on the neck, collar and hem were intact.
Allen breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in the driver's seat with some shock, and stretched out his hands to hold the steering wheel.
He could no longer hear the gunfire from the support base, but no more Seeds of Erosion were catching up. Apart from the "crackling" sound of magma flowing in the cracks and the sharp "whistle" of gas ejected from the cracks in the rocks, there was no other sound.
But this does not mean that it is safe here... The deeper you go into the mining area, the higher the danger level will be. At this time, if you choose to turn around, move along the edge of the mining area, bypass the support base, and rush into the wilderness, you will most likely be able to find your life.
However, doing so would mean that he would be court-martialed as a deserter.
However, all the witnesses were dead, his superior officer did not report his "special mission" to Fang Zhou, and the recordings of the communication equipment and the driving records of the vehicles could be erased... He had countless reasons to deal with the recorder at the filing office. As long as he chose to conceal it, he could evade the proper interrogation process and even get a beautiful medal...
With communications blocked, no one knew what happened at the support base... If he could just get back to the Ark alive, he could even become a hero instead of a deserter.
The choice is his own.
Allen saw that his hands, which were tightly gripping the steering wheel, were shaking constantly. He wanted to stop the shaking, but his fingers were completely out of control - as if these hands did not belong to him.
The SP mutants that attacked the support base were already so terrifying. He couldn't imagine how much more exaggerated combat power the heretic sects would deploy deep in the mining area.
A monster of this level should have been a match for a reorganized armored division or a main fleet, but now, he only had one person, one gun, and three magazines of active ammunition.
Should I escape ? Allen kept asking himself.
My brother gave me this task... maybe he hoped that I could survive, right?
He stared at the black screen below the steering wheel, which reflected his head - with a helmet on the outside of his head, he couldn't see his expression clearly.
He knew he was afraid... Many times, when a man rushed out of the trench with a gun in hand under dense barrage of bullets, there was no fear in his heart.
But once he stopped, curled up and crawled into a bomb crater, with his head pressed against the soil, bullets flew past his head... He smelled the smoke and blood in the air, looked at the broken limbs and debris scattered on the ground not far away, and felt the vibrations from the ground when the shells exploded in the distance. The disappeared fear would return again, emerging a thousand times from the depths of his heart.
It's like a huge wave that drowns people.
When the huge waves receded, some people were able to stay on the beach, while others were dragged into the abyss by the sea.
There is a saying in ancient Chinese military books, "The first attack is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted." It describes this situation.
Allen took deep breaths. The oxygen produced by the oxygen generator had a faint sour smell, which made his already dry respiratory tract even more itchy. "A-choo!"
After sneezing hard, Allen seemed to wake up suddenly. He turned around and looked at the mess in the carriage... In the corner, there was a box of unopened shotgun shells.
"I have to complete the mission..." He bit his lip, started the car again, and drove deep into the mining area.
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However, Allen only advanced less than a kilometer before there was no place for the armored vehicles to pass. The roads and railways that originally connected the mining area had become a thing of the past, replaced by countless rifts and cracks, as well as flickering magma underground.
He had to abandon his car and start walking.
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Meanwhile, inside the tunnel.
The reconnaissance team continued to move at a steady pace along the tunnel. Although the positioning device had lost its function in the tunnel, every time they advanced thirty meters, Ke Lan would ask Layton to manually record the route they had taken on the electronic map. As of now, the route they had taken was an almost straight line, and they had already completed half of the journey.
If they only walked halfway, they would reach the exit and leave the mine.
