Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 443 The First Person to Survive the Virus Mutation

Da da da……

Violent gunshots rang out, the firepower man screamed wildly and held the trigger tightly, sticky blood splattered everywhere, the monster was beaten and kept shaking, no longer struggling, lying limply on the firepower man, it was obvious that the attack launched from the inside had finally taken away its ugly life.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?"

The emotional gunner did not stop until he had used up all 100 rounds in the magazine, swearing continuously.

"Crazy Lion, calm down. We have to retreat first."

Dai Le took a deep look at the two monster corpses on the ground and gave the order to retreat.

They have lost three members, and among the remaining personnel, except for Crazy Lion, two other team members were scratched by zombies. According to convention, if nothing unexpected happens, these two employees are almost certain to die. Moreover, Crazy Lion was also scratched by the monster and is expected to mutate.

Another thing is that the weapons of the Mad Lion are almost scrapped. Although the barrels can be replaced on the spot, it is obviously not appropriate to replace the barrels on the spot in such a dangerous environment. Moreover, only two of these monsters have caused such great damage. It is not known whether there are similar monsters inside. The risk of continuing the cleanup mission will be greatly increased. They can only withdraw first and let other squadrons come to take over them and isolate the wounded separately.

They had already done this two or three times today and had gained experience with it.

Although the M249 has a capacity of 80 rounds, it can only fire about rounds in a rapid-fire situation before the barrel becomes red hot. Firing rounds continuously also risks causing the barrel to deform, affecting accuracy, and even exploding.

The situation here was naturally notified to the employees on standby above, and soon someone came down to continue their unfinished tasks, while Dai Le and others were replaced and sent back to rest and replenish, and all the wounded were sent to a temporary isolation area.

Outside the temporary isolation area, several military trucks are parked here, ready to transport the bodies of those executed because of mutation. The periphery is also guarded by employees armed with live ammunition. They are highly focused, each of them is responsible for a wounded person, and as long as they find that the other party has become aggressive after mutation, they will immediately shoot him dead, and then the trucks outside will take the bodies away for disposal, and the temporary office will keep their dog tags.

Because no one can guarantee whether the body will still be dangerous or contagious after being killed with this virus, Sean's method of dealing with it is very simple and primitive. All the bodies will be burned, and finally their ashes will be buried in the desert, blending with the yellow sand.

Their dog tags will be sent to their families along with the pension.

In this regard, he has definitely done his best for his employees' funeral arrangements. Naturally, the employees would have no complaints and could only consider themselves unlucky if they were caught by zombies.

In addition, there is a temporary medical center outside the isolation area. It is called a medical center, but in fact it is a place that specializes in treating the wounds of employees scratched by zombies. The employees will come here first to have the wounds removed to increase their chances of survival. However, it has not played any role so far. Although the spread of this virus is not too fast, it is definitely not slow. There is no time to remove the wounds, but this is the limit of what they can do. What if there are one or two lucky people?

Several injured employees, including Kuangshi, first came to the temporary medical center to treat their wounds, then registered their dog tags, and finally slowly stepped into the isolation area to be separated.

The atmosphere in the quarantine area was bleak. There were not many people in the quarantine area now. Including the three of Kuangshi, there were only 10 people in total. However, the bloodstains scattered on the ground indicated that some employees had been executed here.

The mad lion took a deep look outside, his eyes full of nostalgia, and finally stepped into the isolation area without hesitation. Under the leadership of his leader, he came to his own position. He sat quietly on the ground, a cigarette box was handed to him, and a cigarette was flicked out.

"Hey man, want one?"

The employee in charge of Crazy Lion asked as he handed over the cigarette box.

"Thanks, any vodka?"

The mad lion took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Of course, Boss prepared a jug of vodka for each of you."

The person in charge answered while taking out two metal wine bottles from his tactical chest and handed one of them to Crazy Lion.

After Crazy Lion took it, he opened the lid of the wine jug and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah... so cool!"

After taking a big gulp, Crazy Lion took the jug away and exclaimed: "This is the most delicious vodka I have ever tasted, no doubt about it!"

The employee in charge couldn't help but regret: "It makes me want to try it, but unfortunately, it's too spicy and too strong, just like the hottest girl in the bar. I'm not good enough to conquer it."

This employee is a German. Compared with strong liquor, he personally prefers the refreshing taste of beer. At most, brandy is the strongest liquor he can accept. Vodka is simply the death of him.

The mad lion took another sip and said, "Dude, you have to try to accept its spiciness before you can taste its sweetness. Believe me, that taste is wonderful, just like when you see a hot girl in a bar, your approach may not go smoothly, but once it succeeds, you can enjoy the happiness brought by the encounter, right?"

Crazy Lion originally had some difficulty accepting the taste of vodka. He was a beautiful Chinese, but after spending a long time with the Cossacks, he began to fall in love with the unique taste of vodka, a strong liquor.

"Maybe you're right, man."

The person in charge shrugged and said.

“Cough cough cough…ho…ho…ho…”

Suddenly, the mad lion began to cough violently, his face turned red, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose. He fell to the ground twitching all over, and the vodka bottle and cigarette in his hands also fell to the ground.

"Hope you make it through this, man."

The person in charge shook his head and sighed, then pointed the gun in his hand at the mad lion on the ground, ready to put an end to the mutated mad lion at any time.

"Hehe...cough cough...hehe..."

At this moment, Crazy Lion felt as if his body was thrown into the water of a Siberian glacier at minus 70 degrees Celsius. The extreme coldness invaded every nerve of his body, and was accompanied by severe pain that made him cramp. His consciousness had begun to blur, and he could not even hear what the people around him were saying. He was just subconsciously fighting against the cold and severe pain in his body. He was sweating all over and could not even move a finger.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the mad lion himself didn't know how long it had been, but he remained conscious. The coldness gradually left him, and the severe pain slowly disappeared. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that his body seemed to have changed. He seemed to be stronger! And his change was incredible in the eyes of the person in charge, and it could even be said to be a miracle!
The Mad Lion originally had a relatively high body fat content. He was strong but had no muscular lines. His original figure was stocky and round, but now he had become muscular with extremely sharp lines. His entire body was like cast steel, full of power, making the thin vest on his body bulge and full of lines. It was as if he had changed his body in just one or two minutes. It was simply outrageous.

"Hey man, you okay?"

The person in charge asked tentatively. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Previous employees would completely lose their minds after vomiting blood and coughing, become aggressive, and would pounce on the nearest person at the first opportunity. He had never encountered a situation like a mad lion.

"Maybe... maybe it's okay?"

The Mad Lion's voice was hoarse as if he hadn't drunk water for hundreds of years, but he did retain consciousness and seemed to have become stronger. This seemed to be a benign mutation.

"Oh my god, thank God, you are the first one who didn't lose your consciousness. You even became stronger. I can't believe it, man, you are really amazing!"

The person in charge exclaimed again and again, this situation was simply too bizarre.

The situation here naturally attracted the attention of others. They all turned their eyes over and burst into exclamations. The injured employees were also cheered up. Some of them managed to hold on and retained consciousness. They did not turn into zombies. This meant that they were not doomed to die. Even if the hope was slim, at least there was a successful case, which gave them more hope.

No one wants to die if they can live!
"Give me some water..."

The Crazy Lion opened his mouth with difficulty and spoke. Although his body seemed to have become stronger, he felt very weak now.

"Yes, here you go buddy, you know, you gave others hope, this thing is not mortal!"

The person in charge handed him the kettle, his tone slightly excited. Even though they were not familiar with each other, not comrades in the same team, and even had different nationalities, they were still comrades. No one would be willing to watch their comrades die, and even have to execute them themselves. This feeling would definitely not be pleasant.

And watching his comrades escape death is definitely what he wants to see most.

"Man, maybe you'll become a superman, like the main character in the movie. That's so cool, isn't it? I'm going to tell the Boss about your situation!"

The person in charge held his headset and reported the situation of the mad lion.

Not long after, Sean brought Simon to the temporary isolation area. He wanted to see what was going on. Although there were only more than a dozen employees injured so far, no employee had ever had such a feat of escaping death. Without exception, they all turned into zombies and were executed.

When Sean arrived, Crazy Lion was holding a bottle of vodka in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand, sitting there with a comfortable expression, chatting with his supervisor.

"The Boss is coming!"

When he saw Sean, Crazy Lion's expression became serious and he stood up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

"I heard you survived the mutation?"

Sean looked Crazy Lion up and down, wanting to see what made this guy different from the others.

"Yes, Boss, I haven't turned into a zombie, and I can feel that I seem to have become stronger!"

The Crazy Lion raised his arms, flexed his biceps and made a strong pose, with some surprise in his tone.

"That's awesome man, are you feeling anything else right now, besides strong?"

Sean pinched his strong muscles, and it felt like a piece of steel, so hard and solid.

"Other feelings... don't seem to be..."

The mad lion felt it carefully, but didn't feel anything.

"Okay man, your situation might be a little special. I'll have a professional check you out later. Anyway, congratulations, you've defeated death."

Sean couldn't see any difference in the other party, or he himself was not an expert in this field, so of course he couldn't see anything. He just came over to take a look out of surprise.

However, he did have an idea that the mad lion might be the best material for researching genetic enhancement drugs, but it was definitely not appropriate to tell the other party now.

"Thanks, Boss. Maybe I can carry my weapon and fight those zombies again!"

Crazy Lion doesn't know that he has been reserved as experimental material in Sean's mind. He is still thinking about completing the unfinished tasks of their squadron.

"No, man, what you need now is rest. We also need to observe you more. After all, no one knows what your current condition is, and there is no way to rule out the possibility that you are out of control."

Sean shook his head and rejected Crazy Lion's idea. Even if the other party became very strong, the safest approach for now was to wait until the research team arrived and then get to know him better.

Moreover, he has just undergone a mutation. Even if he behaves normally now, no one knows whether he will suddenly lose control at some point. In short, if his situation is not clear, he will still be a time bomb that may explode at any time.

Just imagine, if he suddenly lost control and attacked his teammates while following the team to clear out zombies, it would be a disaster for the entire team and would probably result in more casualties in the end.

"Okay, you're right, Boss."

Crazy Lion did not insist. He did not think much about it just now. He only knew that he was a normal man now, his consciousness was very clear and he was stronger. It should be easy for him to deal with those zombies, but he did not consider whether he would suddenly lose control.

He couldn't be sure about this. After all, none of them had encountered a virus like this before, which meant they had no experience. Without experience, there was no way to draw conclusions or even speculate.

(End of this chapter)