Chapter 115 – The Head Harvester
It seemed as if everyone was shooting.
She was surrounded by gunfire.
Tu Ran realized something was wrong.
She sat up and listened carefully.
The other three guards also sensed the abnormality and sat up, exchanging glances.
“Bang!”
A gunshot sounded near her ear—it happened on this floor!
Tu Ran grabbed her gun and rushed outside.
“Bang bang bang! Bang bang!”
Ding Naiqing was indiscriminately shooting at a ward.
He looked serious, as if facing a tough opponent.
Another pioneer was continuously firing at Ward 401.
According to Tu Ran, the two people in 401 were bedridden with severe illnesses.
Under normal circumstances, even if the patients in Ward 401 mutated, they wouldn’t need to be shot for such a long time.
Every ward was in turmoil.
There were people screaming in agony.
Mixed with the continuous gunfire, it was impossible to tell which room the screams were coming from.
Patients, panicked and limping, fled from their rooms.
As they ran, they looked back over their shoulders.
Following closely behind them was a frenzied alien.
It lunged at the fleeing food, biting ferociously.
Tu Ran quickly pulled the trigger, aiming at the alien and started shooting.
The alien’s body was instantly riddled with holes by the high-speed bullets, and its head was blown apart, brain matter flying everywhere.
However, something horrifying happened.
Not only did the alien not die, but it also sped up towards Tu Ran.
These aliens had evolved.
The aliens from the day before in the train didn’t have such high endurance; as long as a bullet went through their heads, they would die.
But this alien approaching her now, with its head already turned to mush, could still move.
Tu Ran put down the sniper rifle.
Staring at the alien in front of her, she slowly drew her blade.
With a sharp gaze, she charged forward and slashed horizontally.
The alien’s head rolled to the ground.
Its mouth was still opening and closing.
Tu Ran leaped up, landed on one knee, and plunged the knife through its mouth, pinning its entire head to the ground.
Meng Fancheng, who was hiding behind the door watching the scene, shuddered in fear.
What scared him even more, almost causing him to wet his pants, was that when Tu Ran flung the head off the blade, it smashed against the glass in front of him.
He found himself staring straight into the alien’s eyes.
This would be a lifelong nightmare for him.
Meng Fancheng was certain.
Using a blade proved to be more effective than a gun; the blade could directly sever their heads.
Tu Ran abandoned the machine gun, took up the blade, and started beheading the aliens that hadn’t been killed by gunfire.
She was like a head harvester.
After finishing off the aliens in the corridor, she targeted those who hadn’t left their rooms.
Room 407.
Bloody handprints smeared the transparent glass.
It was a woman.
She had reached the door.
She only needed to pull it from the inside to get out.
But she was too panicked, too desperate, and forgot that the door needed to be pulled from the inside.
She kept pushing the door, and when it wouldn’t open, she pounded on it, trying to break the glass.
In the time she wasted, the aliens caught up to her.
All three people in the room had turned into aliens.
Tu Ran kicked the door open.
The aliens sensed the human presence.
They quickly lunged at her.
Tu Ran, like the most ruthless machine, expressionlessly swung her sharp blade, beheading them all.
One head, two heads, three heads…
Tu Ran turned, kicked open the next door, and repeated her actions.
The chaos lasted a long time, the cries lasted a long time, and the gunfire lasted a long time.
From the other three buildings in the distance to the building where Tu Ran was, from the upper floors to the lower floors.
The whole world was shooting.
