From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 116 Do I look like I'm joking?

In the forest on the outskirts of Jin County.

Griffin was leading his armed agents, searching for clues left behind by the soldiers.

After all that had happened, Griffin no longer dared to use the National Guard battalion led by Lieutenant Colonel Steve, and could only leave them in place on standby.

The dense forest in the depths of winter carries a biting chill that seems to penetrate from the soles of your feet to your back, making it impossible to stay warm no matter how many layers of clothing you wear.

Following the path the soldier had taken, they plunged into the desolate depths of the mountains.

There were no roads here, so the more than forty elite armed agents had to spread out and carefully search and advance on foot.

Griffin, protected in the middle, stared at the endless forest that resembled a green desert, his expression gloomy.

"director."

A captain named Charles approached and nervously handed over a satellite phone, saying, "Headquarters is looking for you."

"Um?"

Griffin had a bad feeling, but he still picked up the phone anyway.

"Griffin, the situation is very bad."

Charles lowered his voice on the other end of the phone and said, "There are rumors everywhere that you are conducting secret human experiments in Washington state. Headquarters is under a lot of pressure, and Congress is preparing to hold a meeting to question the Secretary."

"Me? But wasn't this a plan we both made together?"

Griffin retorted angrily, "Charles, are you trying to shift all the blame onto me now? Don't forget, we're in the same boat!"

"You bastard! Are you doubting me?"

Charles got angry too: "If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't be risking making this call to you right now!"

"Griffin, listen carefully. I received the latest intelligence on Olympus. That so-called Superman said he's going to take care of this matter."

Griffin was stunned when he heard this.

What?

Am I a bad guy?!

During his stay in the mountains these past few days, he never imagined that things would develop to this point.

That damn bastard!

Griffin was still searching for him everywhere, never expecting that he would dare to come looking for him.

"Now you understand, right?"

Charles said in a deep voice, "Take this opportunity to kill that guy. Only then can we explain to headquarters."

"Don't worry, I'm all ready."

Griffin slammed down the phone and turned to shout at his teammates.

"Listen up, all of you! Turn around now and head back to our campsite from last night!"

"Our suffering is almost over. That damned madman is coming for us."

Upon hearing this, the team members present all expressed their surprise and delight.

"Boss, do you really think that coward will show up? We haven't found a trace of him these past few days."

"Hahaha!"

"Shut up! Everyone, be on your guard!"

Griffin clenched his fist and sternly warned, "The guy we're about to face is a monster that wiped out the entire security team."

"I know you're all exceptionally talented, but until we confirm that guy's dead, you'd better stay alert!"

"Don't even think about running away! If we lose this battle, we'll be burdened with unimaginable infamy."

Griffin's gaze swept over each player.

To his relief, everyone present was filled with nothing but hatred.

"Charle, take the machine gunners and set up positions around the camp, making sure they can cover the entire hillside."

"The sniper team took supplies and dispersed to closely monitor every road leading up the mountain."

"The rest of you stay with me in the camp. Everything will be done to the highest standards. Remember, we're not facing ordinary thugs, we're facing a bloodthirsty monster."

"Anything can happen next, so don't panic like a girl. Just remember to use the weapons in your hands to riddle the enemy with bullets!"

"Don't worry, supervisor!"

The young armed detective was excited; he had long been impatient with the life of wandering aimlessly in the mountains.

Now facing a major battle, he was even more excited: "We have encountered monsters like this many times before, but without exception, we have pulverized them into a pile of minced meat."

"That's right, but those security guards were too weak."

Another veteran agent grinned, revealing a cruel smile: "We're all veterans here who've seen blood. I'm just afraid there aren't enough of them to kill."

"That's right!"

"That was a satisfying statement!"

A burst of cheerful laughter soon echoed through the forest.

In their eyes, having experienced hell like the Middle East battlefield, what could possibly happen in the United States?

That monster can't be more terrifying than a 155mm howitzer, right?

The armed agents gathered here at this moment are all the best soldiers in the country. They have killed more people than many people have killed animals, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

In this cheerful yet arrogant atmosphere, the group returned to the camp where they had set off and began making preparations in an orderly manner.

This is a gentle slope on the mountain peak, with the mountain ridges on both sides like arms wrapping around the forest below, and steep cliffs behind them. There are no highlands around them that can threaten them.

Their elevated vantage point allowed them to monitor almost the entire forest.

The National Guard battalion was stationed at the foot of the mountain not far away.

In case something really happens, they can provide timely support.

It was already dark, and all the preparations were complete.

Griffin's gaze swept over every inch of the land, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

These battle-hardened armed agents have turned this forest into a killing field, where no creature can escape alive.

"Shalala, shalala."

The evening breeze brushed past my ear, suddenly bringing a faint sound.

Griffin suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the forest, a strange unease quietly rising in his heart.

Perhaps it was because I was too nervous.

Griffin took a deep breath, gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, and spoke.

"Sentry post A, sentry post A, what's going on over there?"

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However, to his surprise, the young agent who had been so excited earlier did not respond at all.

It was only getting dark; there was absolutely no way they could fall asleep.

That leaves only one possibility.

"Damn it!"

Griffin shouted sharply into the walkie-talkie, "Be on high alert! Danger!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark figure suddenly rushed out of the forest.

Before they could even blink, two muffled gunshots rang out in quick succession.

It was a sniper team lying in ambush on the ridge.

Two 7.62mm bullets instantly tore the dark figure into three pieces.

However, the matter was far from over.

Using the green screen of his night vision goggles, Griffin could clearly see the earth in the forest gradually cracking open, forming mounds.

One by one, withered arms emerged from the ground, like the resurrected undead in a zombie movie, supporting the skeletal body.

Damn it, what the hell is this thing?

Faced with this incomprehensible monster, Griffin felt as if a terrifying force was choking him, making it difficult to breathe.

One by one, zombies crawled out of the ground and rushed quickly toward the camp on the hillside.

Is this a zombie movie being filmed?

Even the most elite armed agents were stunned by what they saw.

They had killed many people, but never imagined they would have to kill zombies one day.

But thanks to their previous training and combat experience.

Their subconscious survival instincts and fears help them quickly enter a combat-ready state.

They reached their respective positions, set up their rifles, and began firing into the eerie, silent woods before them.

The machine gun positions on both sides opened fire simultaneously, tracer rounds forming long, thin fire snakes, raining down a furious hail of bullets on the edge of the forest again and again.

Those zombies didn't seem as terrifying as they were in the movies.

Faced with the overwhelming firepower of the elite armed agents, they were as fragile as paper, easily turned into a pile of minced meat by bullets.

After an unknown amount of time, when no more movement could be seen in the forest, Griffin finally spoke into the walkie-talkie and ordered, "Everyone, cease fire and remain on alert!"

The noisy gunfire abruptly ceased, and the entire valley fell into a terrifying silence once more.

Along this path from the edge of the forest to the hillside, countless mangled corpses lay scattered about.

The evening breeze swept across from below, carrying with it the smell of gunpowder and an indescribable stench that permeated the battlefield.

The armed detectives dared not relax, clutching their rifles tightly and intently watching the forest before them, not missing a single unusual detail.

But the current situation looks exceptionally smooth.

Through strategic positioning and close cooperation, they successfully thwarted the enemy's night raid.

Even Griffin, amidst his joy, couldn't help but frown, feeling puzzled.

Did they really win?

Could the so-called Yellow-Clad Lord be just a bunch of zombies?

More than half an hour passed, and the forest in front of them still showed no signs of anything unusual.

The newly dispatched observation posts also confirmed that there was no other activity around the forest.

Upon hearing this news, Griffin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up the walkie-talkie beside him, intending to communicate with the National Guard down the mountain and exchange information to avoid any misunderstandings.

However, the walkie-talkie kept getting a busy signal, and no one answered.

What's going on?

Even if those National Guard soldiers are completely useless, there's still a way to ensure that no one is on duty, right?

Even if they were sound asleep, it's impossible that they didn't hear the gunshots from the mountain, right?

etc----

Griffin suddenly realized something, his expression changed drastically, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

But before he could react, he heard a series of "da da da" sounds coming from mid-air.

"Is it a helicopter?"

Experienced agents can tell what something is just by its sound.

"Boss, what's going on? Did you call for backup?"

But they didn't notice that Griffin's face turned pale and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Two small helicopters with searchlights on soon came into their view.

The prominent "Channel 7" logo on the fuselage resembled a burning, sharp arrow that pierced deep into Griffin's heart, burning him to ashes.

"Damn it—"

Griffin felt the wind whipped against his face by the helicopter, his expression blank, and he muttered desperately, "I've been infected again?"

"Sir, are you alright?"

Charles walked over, puzzled, only to see Griffin suddenly shout twice excitedly.

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Griffin clutched his chest with one hand and pointed tremblingly at the planes in the sky with the other, shouting angrily, "Shoot those two helicopters down!"

"What?!"

Charles couldn't believe what he was hearing.

He knew every single word Griffin said, but he couldn't understand the sentences they formed.

What does it mean to shoot down those two helicopters?

Some of Charles and his men had shot down planes before.

But the problem is that was on the battlefield in the Middle East, while this is damn America.

Who the hell is so bored as to shoot down planes in their own country?

This is absolutely illegal, you know that?!

Charles wanted to say that, but he didn't dare. He could only bite the bullet and ask, "Sir, are you joking? That's a TV station helicopter."

Do I look like I'm joking?

Griffin stared in despair at the helicopter soaring freely overhead, roaring furiously, "I told you, shoot that damn plane down right now, or we're all done for! We'll all become disgraceful criminals!"

WTF?

As the searchlight swept across the flat ground littered with corpses in front of them, one after another, bodies dressed in military uniforms appeared before them.

Blood stained almost the entire land, and the desperate, painful expressions on the faces of many soldiers were clearly visible.

It was as if he had awakened his spiritual vision and was facing an ancient god directly.

The armed agents present gradually realized a possibility and fell silent.

The zombies they just killed were very likely National Guard soldiers who were originally stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Oh no, they've really become criminals!

These former soldiers, though their hands are stained with blood, all of it was from foreign enemies.

No one has ever tried killing so many comrades, especially not while it was being broadcast live on television.

How many years would you be sentenced to for killing a National Guard soldier?

They had more than forty men, and tonight they killed more than four hundred soldiers!

The crimes they committed were enough to sentence them to hundreds or even thousands of years in prison!

"If you don't want to suffer, listen to me!"

Griffin grabbed the walkie-talkie and said viciously, "Take out those two helicopters, then kill that damn bastard, and we'll all get away with it tonight!"

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His voice, like the whisper of a demon, reached the hearts of every armed agent.

Many agents instinctively gripped their rifles tighter, and even their eyes, which were fixed on the helicopter, turned slightly red.

The choice is simple now.

Either they go to hell, or they send others to hell; there are no other options.

"Damn it, let's do it!"

Charles growled and grabbed his rifle, firing at the helicopter in mid-air.

The others seemed to be awakened, and they all raised their rifles and began to fire.

Suddenly, dozens of fire snakes erupted from the ground and rushed towards the two unfortunate helicopters.

Soon, the nearest helicopter was unable to dodge and was riddled with bullets, plunging into the valley with a trail of black smoke.

"boom!"

The remaining aviation fuel caused an explosion, instantly turning into a dazzling firework.

"Damn it, these lunatics, they're really insane!"

Seeing this, the pilot of the remaining helicopter, while urgently dodging the hail of bullets, began to swear as if he were rapping.

Rachel, sitting in the rear cabin, was so frightened that her mind went blank, and she desperately gripped the handle to avoid being thrown off.