Chapter- 22

Smith jumped off the train as soon as he heard the shot. All HMMWVs were also moved to where the shot came from. Suddenly the peaceful hill region was embraced by the music of battle.

When he arrived at the carriage fired by everyone, what greeted him was many tentacles that came out of the train window and others that opened.

The fighters backed off from the train to avoid the tentacles' attack range.

Some of them even fired grenade launchers at the windows. The explosion of the grenades and the power of the tentacles cracked open the car and a giant meatball came out from inside.

Even under the firepower of the fighters and the HMMWV, the meatball seemed to have no effect. Slowly but surely take out a few unlucky fighters with its tentacles.

Smith was stunned by what he saw as he has a wealth of information as one of the Bernett Group's top employees. But he can't believe what he saw, even though he was ready to fight those monsters sooner or later. Not your average Joe at all to compare Doctor Ray's lab cells.

"Your maggots, back, back!!!! Your fucking eyes can't even see the main body was pretty slow.

Come out for me." As he shouted, he ran towards one of the HMMWVs. These types of monsters cannot handle shotguns or small-caliber machine guns. You need more weight. But unbeknownst to him, the sole of his military boots had been broken by his running prowess.

Boatman, rousing from his amazement, suddenly pushed the man and rowed himself. One of the tentacles of flesh went through their heads like a whip.

"Get up and run!!!!"

He yelled at the one on the ground as he ran towards the HMMWV. But due to the fallout from HMMWV, they can't leave immediately. "All semis go back to base, with just one driver and one helper. The rest get on the HMMWV." Smith After seeing the slow pace of the meatball, he decided to fly a kite and slowly crumble it.

The fighters had also retreated as they fired. Before they are out of harm's way, all tentacles immediately stop attacking. When Smith looked at the meatball, the tentacles coalesced into larger tentacles at an alarming rate. Smith landed on top of HMMWV: "Step back!!!!

.... ..... .... Boatman looked at his empty arm hanging from the HMMWV, his brain is empty. Before he knew it he was on the ground pushing his brother who tripped over the HMMWV. What the hell was he doing?

Am I such a person? ..... ..... ...

..... ... ... The screaming, the yelling, the shooting, the creepy sound of a meatball that doesn't like sounds.

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Before he stepped onto the HMMWV, earthquake-like vibrations entered his body from the soles of his feet. Stare dumbly at the HMMWVs and the ground from the air.

"Arrrrr"... what is he thinking? Due to gravity, Boatman soon kisses the ground. ... ...

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Smith observed the stupid behavior of the rotten boat as it pushed his brother toward the HMMWV. Yes, stupid from a personal point of view, but in the armed forces this behavior was commendable.

But God knows where, a giant meatball shattered the roof of HMMWV, which rotten boat was trying to enter. This MTFK jump was quite a long jump, but not that precise. And thank to this boatman who became Superman because of the aftershocks.

Smith doesn't think too much as he picks up his beloved shotgun and comes out of HMMWV. He runs towards the Boatman, who kisses the ground, shouting for the others to retreat. He fired shot after shot at the meatball who seemed to be enjoying his latest catch. The HMMWV also fired its high-caliber machine guns.

Although some of the flesh of its body has been sterilized by bullets, there is no other sign that weakens. The combined limbs separated again and formed tentacles as they tried to track down their new prey.

One of the tentacles quickly whips the Boatman who is on cloud 9 by the kiss of the ground. Smith leaps in front of Boatman while deflecting the Flesh Whip flying from above.

" Crack!!!!!!" Smith's beloved shotgun broke under the mighty force of the Flesh Tentacle and it fell backwards onto the boatman. Before recovering from the fall, another blow came from the same tentacle.

Just as Smith parried the incoming strike with two of his arms above his head, the tentacle was stopped. Smith draw his military blade immediately, which Dr. Ray improved upon. Start chopping the tentacles of flesh under the ends of the bones at full force, the blade cutting through the tentacles like butter much to his surprise.

Finally, the first cry of meatballs echoed through the hilly area. But for some reason, the sound is coming from its tentacles and not the meatball.

The tentacle before him was silent,

"Don't shoot the meatball, tentacles!!!!! His weakness is the tentacles!!!!" Smith yelled with all his might. He looked at Boatman who was unconscious with some blood pouring from his nose and his ears.

He takes Boatman over his shoulder and runs to the nearest HMMWV. Behind him, the groan of the meatballs was louder and seemingly more miserable. After pushing Boatman onto the vehicle, he looked at the meatball.

He is not as aggressive as before, his main attack was tentacles and his weakness is also tentacles. What a deception. Once the firepower was concentrated on the tentacles, their attack was significantly slowed down. Two more of its tentacles were barely attached to the meatball. Before his eyes, the remaining five tentacles were united, the tentacles combined into powerful short limbs.

All prior damage has been healed at a visible rate.

"Fire!!!! Don't give it time to heal, just focus on one limb!!!" As he says, Smith runs towards the remaining tentacles holding his blade, which cannot connect because the other is dead.

The tentacle sensed the imminent danger and launched the first strike against Smith. Smith tries to slash the incoming tentacle, but he seems to have learned from the previous lesson to skillfully dodge the blade. Smith rowed forward as soon as his shot missed, after the hack. He doesn't know how to use a blade except for normal chopping.

The Tentacle Strike hits Smith's back like a whip, using the Bone Spikes to draw multiple bloodlines down his back. "Arrrrr..." A heart-rending cry rang out from all over the area.

Smith feels like he's been whipped 100 times. It seems that the pain does not arise by itself, because in most people, or on some occasions, the pain is accompanied by fear. But for the current Smith, pain comes with anger. He stands up trembling and welcomes the approaching tentacle with open arms.

The tentacle doesn't try to hit Smith this time, as if to crush an ant, surrounding Smith like an anaconda. The impact of the tentacle makes Smith feel like his bone is being crushed under a compressor, with blood gushing from his mouth. But his red eyes just show anger.

Before the tentacle encircled his upper body, Smith grabbed the tentacle and slashed it with the blade. Due to the width of the tentacles, it cannot be cut with a single hack this time. The pressure of the tentacle has increased further, and the cutting power of the blade has also increased.

The fighters who finished the combined limbs stared dumbly at their commander and the tentacle fight. They were nearly out of ammunition and the gun barrels were out of order, but to imitate their commander and cut the tentacle? They don't know about later, but they don't have that courage now.

As if unable to withstand the constant hacking, the tentacle yanked Smith from its grip. But apparently too late for that, due to the force of the shaking, it also completely detaches him from the meatball.

Smith lay between the tentacles, blood soaking his whole body. But his slow breathing made it easier for fighters to relief.