Return from the second dimension

With a brand-new rifle, Steve and the others rode in two pickup trucks and began his first patrol in Loucheng World.

The Holy Dragon City fighters who led the team were silent, and kept looking at the dangerous corners in the wilderness. The murderous inadvertent sentiment made Steve and others panic.

This kind of murderous aura was the first time they had come into contact with it, and they always felt a strange feeling of scalp exploding!

There is a veteran from the American League in the patrol team. He has been in the Loucheng World for more than two months, and he is explaining the things that need attention to Steve and others.

It stands to reason that Steve and others should take up their posts after receiving training, but because the manpower is really tight, this step is eliminated and they are allowed to take up their posts directly.

"Listen well guys, this is the Loucheng world, not the original world. Those monsters and foreign enemies will kill us without hesitation!

So when encountering an enemy attacking us, I hope you can shoot without hesitation, otherwise you may lose your life!"

Glancing at Steve and the others, the veteran gave each of them a piece of paper, with rows of data on it.

This is the common sense information specially provided to the traversers, indicating the average combat power and speed of the monks of all levels, so that Steve and the others can better understand the enemy and master the amount of advance when shooting.

Looking at the data on the paper, Steve and others were all amazed, because these monks have extremely powerful physical qualities, and they can be regarded as Superman!

"Don't worry, although their combat effectiveness is very strong, as long as the cultivation base does not reach the lord level, they are not opponents of guns and weapons!

Another point is that the body you are boarding now is also very strong, not much worse than the second-level monk!"

After saying this, the veteran also turned his head and kept watching the surrounding wind and grass.

Steve and the others also looked around when they saw it. Every flower and grass here surprised them. They pointed and pointed with excitement on their faces.

When the car passed through a ruin, the machine gunner on the pickup truck slammed the trigger, and the weeds in the distance broke.

"Be prepared, enemies are likely to appear!"

While the veteran was speaking, he had already extended his muzzle out of the car window and started shooting at the black shadow moving in the grass.

Upon seeing this, Steve and others jumped out of the stopped cars and used the cars as shelters, and they were ready for battle.

"Swish swish!"

An arrow shot quickly, and most of them were empty, but a few shot into the car body and pierced the car's sheet metal.

"Boom!"

A few rifle grenades fired from the truck behind, and dozens of hidden alien monks were immediately exploded. They swiftly shuttled through the weeds, but were shot one by one and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up and shoot!"

The veteran roared, turned his head and aimed quickly, and killed another alien monk who charged up.

Compared to the slowness of Steve and other rookies, this veteran knew how powerful these alien monks were. Once they got close, 90% of the traversers would not be their opponents.

Therefore, in the battle of the Holy Dragon City, it is always accustomed to open the way with the aircraft and cannon, first blow the enemy into fear, and then approach the attack.

At this time, the enemy was basically in a slack fighting spirit, and could not withstand a single blow!

The reason why the patrol team of Steve and the others has Saint Dragon City fighters and the veterans of the traversers is that they have more combat experience.

On the battlefield, experience is sometimes more important than physical fitness. A negligence may cost your life, and the advantage of a veteran is to avoid this fatal negligence all the time.

It's too late to say, then, with the intensive bullet shooting, the alien monks who were ambushing have been beaten to the ground. The remaining few people saw the situation not good, and suddenly threw a few objects that looked like meat balls. Then he turned on his horse and began to run away.

When the meat ball was thrown over, the pupils of the Saint Dragon City warrior on the side shrank, and then they drew out with a roar.

But who would have thought that a traverser next to Steve raised his muzzle, had already aimed at one of the meatballs, and hit it directly with a shuttle bullet.

Hearing only a crisp sound of "bang", the meat ball burst directly, and the billowing black smoke immediately spread.

The black smoke is condensed but not scattered, and it is constantly flying in the air, like a group of summer mosquitoes, looking for a target to suck blood.

The traverser who shot the gun couldn't dodge, and was immediately enveloped by the black smoke. While shouting, his mouth and nose also inhaled a lot of black smoke.

Steve and the others had already evaded at this time, and the black smoke couldn't reach them, so they all surrounded the traverser, wrapping him in the shape of a black bear, constantly squirming and shrinking.

There was a scream, and the traverser ran around in the black smoke, as if going crazy.

"He's done, get rid of him!"

The Saint Dragon City warrior shook his head, looking at the traverser struggling in the black smoke, his eyes were cold and sharp.

The veteran of the traverser sighed, raised his rifle and pulled the trigger, knocking it directly to the ground.

The traverser finally stopped screaming, and the black smoke that had not penetrated into his body hovered for a while, then melted quickly in the sun, disappearing without a trace.

As the black smoke dissipated, everyone saw the traverser who had been shot and took a breath.

It turned out that there was no trace of blood on his body. Instead, countless things like whiskers were squeezed out of the pores and they were constantly squirming and waving in the air.

At this time, the corpse of the traverser was like a moldy human-shaped pastry, which made people scared to look at it.

The veteran of the traverser seemed to have seen a similar scene. He returned to the car and took a bucket of special fuel found in the world of Loucheng and poured it on the corpse of the traverser.

This body has been scrapped, it is impossible to recycle it!

After struck a match and lit the cigarette, the veteran threw the match on the corpse, which immediately caused a raging fire.

As the flame burned, the tentacles began to violently swing, making a rat-like noise, and then bursting open continuously.

After another minute or so, the corpse suddenly swelled, and then it burst with a "bang"!

Dozens of fist-sized meat balls burst out of the corpse in the heat, but looking at their appearance, it was obvious that they had been cooked.

Turning his head to look at the dumbfounded Steve and others, the veteran warned: "This meat ball is a special kind of parasitic monster. It usually parasitizes in the host. Once it is broken, it will look for nearby creatures to parasitize.

But this kind of thing is afraid of sunlight and flames, and can only last less than a minute under sunlight and high temperatures.

So when I see this kind of meatball in the future, I will immediately avoid it, or set it alight!"

Speaking of this, the veteran of the traverser turned into the car, and Steve and the others looked at each other and then sat down.

Seeing the silence of Steve and the others, the veteran smiled and said: "Are you sad for losing a partner? Actually, there is no need. That guy is definitely not dead, but he might be scared to pee his pants, hahaha... …!"

When Steve and others heard the words, they were relieved and laughed.

No accidents happened in the next time, and Steve also killed a first-class monster by himself.

Soon after get off work time, Steve and the others returned to the soul teleportation cabin and slowly closed their eyes.