What Do I Do When All My Girls are Biomonsters?

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Behind the war zone, on a two-story building deep in the inner city, Pierce Nevins huddled in the corner holding a gun. With a gloomy expression, he stuffed a piece of military pulp into his mouth. His mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. Chew the biscuit bit by bit, then take out the kettle, open the lid, and swallow it with the water in the kettle. In an instant, the cold touch slides down the esophagus and into the stomach along with the soaked compressed biscuit, Pierce Finally I couldn't help but shiver. Damn, the water in this kettle is colder than the whiskey in the ice bucket! 8:

Tightening the tattered blue cotton-padded jacket that exuded a faint odor, Pierce stretched out his hand, trembling slightly, and took out the box of cigarettes snatched from the ghost zombie from his pocket, then took out one and held it in his mouth. He took out the lighter and pointed it at the cigarette in his mouth. His other hand habitually circled the lighter and pressed the lighter with his thumb. He failed to ignite the flame several times. When the flame finally started to burn, Pierce was because of The slightly trembling hand failed to light the cigarette in his mouth several times. Finally, after much effort, the cigarette was lit. He took a deep breath, letting the smoke mixed with the cold air of Idonia rush into his lungs. Pierce's forehead trembled and he held the cigarette between his fingers. Two white mists naturally came out of his nostrils as he breathed. As he spurted out, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling. His hair was disheveled, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and there seemed to be a trace of sluggishness in his expression, making him look unusually haggard. When he heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the outer city, he began to move closer to the outer city. However, before he passed through the general inner city, he felt that his spirit was in a trance and he almost fell to the ground. . You know, the cold winter nights in Etonia are not necessarily something everyone can withstand. Even if he added an extra layer of clothes, Pierce could not withstand the biting cold and the injury on his leg continued to worsen. Pierce finally stopped at the building in front of him. Once he sat down, he could never stand up again. He was sucking on the cigarette on his fingertips, his heart full of depression and irritability. At this moment, Pierce was behind the enemy's rear. His physical condition was so bad that it was difficult for him to even walk.

It was impossible to cross the defense line full of guerrillas to join the coalition forces, nor to carry a gun to find those teammates who were still alive or dead. At the moment, he could not even protect himself. Soon, the cigarette at his fingertips It burned out, and he could hardly move. Pierce didn't know what to do, so he simply took out the cigarette case again and shook it slightly. There was only one cigarette left in the cigarette case. Pierce held the cigarette holder with his lips and pulled it out. The last cigarette was taken out of the cigarette case, and in a daze, his lips and forehead trembled. Pierce's cigarette was taken out from his lips, bounced on the ground, and then rolled out. Pierce didn't speak. He frowned, stretched out his hand hard, and tried to move the cigarette with his middle finger. After a moment, the cigarette finally rolled towards him. Pierce picked up the cigarette that fell on the ground and put it directly into his mouth. When he tremblingly lit it, his face suddenly became ferocious. Smashing the empty cigarette case in his hand against the opposite wall, Pierce bit the cigarette in his mouth and kept cursing: "Female horse, girl horse, girl horse, girl horse, girl horse! Fuck you. A female horse! Even the yelling and cursing seemed weak.

Suddenly, there was a burst of incomprehensible Russian sounds outside the window, which was also mixed with the faint sound of boots stepping on the snow. Listening to this footsteps, there must be more than one person downstairs.

Pierce was silent for a moment. With his eyes wide open, he tried hard to lift the sniper rifle held in Bai's arms, and then pointed it at the door of the room tremblingly. He was not sure whether his venting curses were heard by those guys. Hearing, for a moment, there were only footsteps in the air. Pierce tensed his fragile nerves and even forgot to inhale the cigarette that was caught in the moment. It burned quietly and emitted the slightest white mist. After a three-minute stalemate, Pierce put down the gun in his hand. Immediately, a sour feeling took over his arms. It was obvious that the group of ghosts that appeared downstairs were just passing by. They did not notice the room above them. There's a guy sitting in the middle who can't even curse.

SAA sniper. In the dark room, listening to the footsteps coming from the window, Pierce's spirit began to become more and more trance-like. He thought of his childhood, the girl in college, and after joining the army. days, I remembered the first time I saw Chris, and the man's fatherly and expectant look when he looked at me. Pierce suddenly felt extremely ashamed. Just now, the fear of death overwhelmed him. Just hearing the footsteps and voices of those monsters made him look ugly. If Captain Chris saw it, he would You must be very disappointed, right? After all, that man is as hard as steel, resolute, upright, always has a firm goal, and works hard for the goal little by little. He is just like the fisherman in "The Old Man and the Sea", even if he is destroyed , but would never give in, and fell. He was a pioneer in anti-terrorism, a good captain for the team members, and the glorious and spiritual leader of SAA. He was the kind of real tough guy that Pierce envied! If you want a man like that, How could he be like me, showing his ugly face in front of the fear of death?! As if he was inspired by that man's majestic back, - at that time, there was a smile on Pierce's pale face. He could clearly feel that his E's life is passing by bit by bit. His body temperature seems to be rising, but his body is getting colder and colder. Both his perception and cognitive ability seem to be declining. Even his mind has become a little blurry. The continuous low temperature and legs The wound trapped him here. He couldn't wait for his teammates, nor could he wait for the stuck friendly forces outside. There was no doubt that he was dead. But, is this my level? No wonder the captain refused to take me out last time." "Pierce finally has a new understanding of the difficulties and dangers of countering biochemical terrorism, but none of this is important anymore. After all, He is going to die, instead of hiding in a corner where no one can find him, like a humble mouthman.

Waiting for death alone, Pierce would rather burst out the light of his life at the last moment. He is willing to burn himself like the cigarette between his lips, even if

There was only ashes left on the ground, and he did not hesitate. He wanted to become as upright as that man! At the moment, reinforcements from the anti-ZF armed forces were constantly passing through the nearby streets, heading towards the bridge at the entrance to the inner city. Reinforcements, after removing the air defense forces in the outer city, the defense line composed of the Idonian government troops began to press in, cooperating with the SAA reserve forces to deal with a small number of fish that slipped through the net. The air defense forces that could not be dispatched were previously unable to gain air supremacy. The troops could finally begin to provide partial support to the front line, and the defensive pressure from the anti-ZF forces began to surge. Moreover, I don't know if it was an illusion, but starting from last night, these ghost zombies seemed to have lost the ability to coordinate operations in a unified manner. Each team began to fight independently. In order to fight, the entire war zone became as chaotic as an ant nest without the queen ant. "I also have something I can do." Biting the cigarette butt of the burned-out plan, Pierce leaned his back against the wall and kept trying to hold himself up while groaning. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead. It kept dripping down, but Pierce managed to hold his body up. At this moment, the strength still flowing in his body was like a flashback before death. He was holding on to the wall. Pierce was panting fiercely, but after a few minutes of rest, he Ou forced himself to move again. He moved step by step towards the window, and then he fell softly by the window. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the window frame tightly. Pierce supported his body again, and then his forehead shook. He set up his sniper rifle facing the street outside the window. In the distance, a truck full of ghost zombies was crossing the street and heading towards the bridge. "I don't have that much time to waste." After spitting out the cigarette butt, the weak Pierce once again let his eyes pass through the scope of the sniper rifle. A moment later, a gunshot rang out, tearing the icy air

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