564 Ambush, strange meatball

With brand new rifles in hand, Steve and the others got into two pickup trucks and began his first patrol in the world of loucheng.

The Holy Dragon City warrior in charge of leading the team was silent, his eyes constantly looking at the corners of the wilderness that could hide danger. The killing intent he inadvertently emitted made Steve and the others panic.

This was the first time they had come into contact with such a tangible killing intent, and they felt as if their scalps were about to explode!

There was a veteran from the American Alliance in the patrol team. He had been in the world of loucheng for more than two months and was explaining to Steve and the others what they needed to pay attention to.

It was reasonable to say that Steve and the others should be on duty after receiving training, but because of the lack of manpower, this step was omitted and they were allowed to take on the duty directly.

"Listen up, guys, this is the world of loucheng, not the original world. Those monsters and alien enemies will kill us without hesitation!

So, when we encounter enemies who attack us, I hope you can fire without hesitation, otherwise, you will be the ones who lose your lives!"

After glancing at Steve and the others, the veteran gave each of them a piece of paper, which was full of rows of data.

This was general knowledge information specially provided for transmigrators. It indicated the average combat power and speed of cultivators of different levels. This way, Steve and the others could better understand the enemy during battle and master the advance of shooting.

Looking at the data on the paper, Steve and the others were amazed, because the physical fitness of these cultivators was so strong that they could be considered superhumans!

"Don't worry, although they are very strong, as long as their cultivation is not at the Lord tier, they are no match for firearms!

Also, the body you're currently residing in is also very strong, not much weaker than a Rank 2 cultivator!"

After saying this, the veteran turned his head and kept observing the surroundings.

Steve and the others also looked around. Every flower and plant here surprised them. They pointed at it from time to time, their faces full of excitement.

As the car passed by a pile of ruins, the machine gunner on the pickup truck pulled the trigger, snapping the weeds in the distance.

be prepared. The enemy might appear!

As the veteran spoke, he had already extended his gun out of the window and started shooting at the black shadows moving in the grass.

Seeing this, Steve and the others also jumped out of the stopped cars and used the cars as cover, while getting ready for battle.

"Whoosh, whoosh, Whoosh!"

A wave of arrows shot over at high speed. Most of them missed, but a few of them went into the car and pierced through the metal sheet.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

A few grenades were fired from the truck behind, and more than a dozen hidden foreign cultivators immediately appeared. They shuttled through the wild grass at high speed, but they were shot down one by one.

"What are you doing there? shoot!"

The veteran roared, turned his head, and quickly aimed, killing another foreign cultivator who rushed up.

Compared to the slow-witted Steve and the other rookies, the veteran knew how powerful these foreign cultivators were. Once they got close, 90% of the transmigrators would not be their match.

Therefore, when the Holy Dragon City was in battle, they were used to using planes and cannons to open up a path. They would first blow up the enemy until they were frightened, and then attack from close range.

At this time, the enemy's fighting spirit was basically scattered, and they could not even withstand a single blow!

The reason why there were Holy Dragon City Warriors and traverser veterans in Steve's patrol team was that they had more combat experience.

On the battlefield, experience was sometimes more important than physical fitness. A single mistake could cost one's life, and the advantage of veterans was that they could always avoid such fatal mistakes.

In a flash, with the dense barrage of bullets, the ambushing foreign cultivators had been killed and their corpses were strewn all over the ground. The remaining few people saw that the situation was not good and threw a few meatball-like objects at them. Then, they jumped onto their horses and began to flee.

When the meatball was thrown over, the Holy Dragon City warrior's pupils shrank, and he immediately roared and dodged.

However, who would have thought that a transmigrator next to Steve would raise his gun and aim at one of the meatballs. He fired a burst of bullets.

With a crisp " bang ", the meatball exploded, and black smoke immediately spread.

The black smoke was condensed and did not disperse. It kept dancing in the air like a group of mosquitoes in summer looking for a target to suck blood from.

The transmigrator who fired the shot couldn't Dodge in time and was immediately shrouded by the black smoke. As he shouted, he inhaled a large amount of black smoke through his mouth and nose.

Steve and the others had already dodged, and the black smoke could not touch them. It all surrounded the transmigrator and wrapped him up like a black bear, wriggling and shrinking.

A blood-curdling screech was heard as the transmigrator ran around in the black smoke as if he had gone mad.

"He's finished, kill him!"

The Holy Dragon City soldier shook his head and looked at the transmigrator struggling in the black smoke, his eyes cold and sharp.

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

The traveler finally stopped screaming. The black smoke that had not yet entered his body hovered for a while and quickly melted under the sunlight, disappearing without a trace.

As the black smoke dissipated, everyone could see the transmigrator who had been shot dead. They all gasped in unison.

It turned out that there was not a single trace of blood on his body. On the contrary, countless tendrils-like things had been squeezed out of his pores, wriggling and waving in the air.

At this time, the transmigrator's corpse was like a moldy human-shaped pastry, which made people tremble with fear.

The seasoned transmigrator seemed to have seen a similar scene before. He returned to the vehicle and took a barrel of special fuel found in the loucheng world and poured it on the body of the transmigrator.

This body had already been destroyed and could not be recovered!

After lighting a match and lighting up the cigarette, the veteran threw the match on top of the corpse, instantly setting off a raging fire.

As the flames burned, the tentacles began to shake violently, letting out a mouse-like cry, and then exploded.

After another minute or so, the corpse suddenly swelled up and exploded with a bang!

Dozens of fist-sized meatballs burst out of the corpses, steaming. They were obviously cooked.

Turning to look at the dumbfounded Steve and the others, the veteran said, " "This meatball is a special type of parasitic monster. It usually lives in the host's body, but once it's broken, it will find nearby creatures to live in.

However, this thing was Afraid of Sunlight and fire, so it could only last less than a minute under the sun and high temperature.

Therefore, if you see this kind of meatball again, immediately avoid it or light a fire to drive it away!"

At this point, the transmigrator veteran turned around and got into the car. Steve and the others looked at each other and followed.

Looking at Steve and the others 'silence, the veteran smiled and said, " are you guys sad because you lost a partner? there's no need to be sad. That guy is definitely not dead. He might just wet his pants in fear. Hahaha!

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

Nothing unexpected happened after that. Steve even killed a level one monster with his own hands.

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