Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 82 Everything is over, report to higher authorities.
Meanwhile, on the farm, Dawn and his team were...

He was crouching on the ground in a disheveled state, one hand hanging limply at his side, clearly suffering a serious fracture.

On the ground to one side, a communicator, smashed to pieces by a tremendous force, was still smoking.

Although he had tried to be on guard, the act of using the communicator had still somewhat distracted him.

As a result, the monster in the distance seized the opportunity and rushed over.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he narrowly escaped, only to have the long sword pierce his arm.

Although not fatal, being injured in this situation only slows down the process of death.

Having figured this out, Dawn gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a hint of panic and helplessness.

He wasn't some ruthless American tough guy; he was just an ordinary, seasoned vigilant, and when faced with death, he was filled with unease and helplessness.

However, the three team members who were fighting the monster were in grave danger.

The constant stinging pain in his right hand caused his brain to overproduce adrenaline.

The jumbled thoughts were quickly cleared away, and even the painful wounds became numb.

Finally, Dawn used his good hand to grip the empty pistol and stood up unsteadily.

There is one last hope.

All that's needed is for Donnie, who stayed outside, to drive in as he had just given the order.

All it takes is to draw the monster's attention; the car's own weight and the inertia of its pre-acceleration will be enough to smash it to pieces.

It can also paralyze the opponent's body, greatly slowing them down, thus giving yourself and the remaining team members a chance to survive.

While Dawn waited anxiously.

Meanwhile, the three team members had already planned to lure the monster to a pile of bundled haystacks.

The three of them, from different directions, used their limited bullets to draw the monster's attention one after another, using the haystacks as cover to maneuver around it.

The process was fraught with danger, but no one dared to escape alone.

After several minutes of fighting the monster, everyone clearly recognized its terrifying speed.

If the existing balance is disrupted, the monster can dismember everyone present in just a few dozen seconds.

Although the teamwork was quite good.

But this was clearly not a long-term solution. The men had limited physical strength, and more importantly, their pistols were almost empty.

At this point, whoever runs out of bullets, or is too exhausted or unable to react in time, will be killed by the monster in the next instant.

It was only a matter of time.

But they could only remain in this stalemate, with the monster constantly drawing aggro and being pulled between the group, seemingly stabilizing the situation.

But soon.

A crisp metallic clang shattered the balanced atmosphere.

A young police officer with a buzz cut, who looked to be in his early twenties, stared blankly at the raised pistol.

He pulled the trigger a few more times, but all he heard was the sound of an empty gun hitting the ground.

At that moment, he seemed to realize something and shakily raised his head.

next moment.

He then met the monster's pale eyes, which were so close to him.

"Oh, God……"

At that moment, he seemed to see himself flashing before his eyes. What he was about to suffer was the same fate as his teammates who had been ambushed and cut in two at the beginning.

At this distance, there's no way to avoid it.

Just as he closed his eyes in despair.

Suddenly, the roar of engines came from behind, followed by Captain Dawn's shouts.

"You brat, get out of the way!" Dawn saw the police car speeding towards them, kicking up clouds of dust, and knew he had made the right bet.

He began frantically waving his discarded police uniform, pointing at the conspicuous two-meter-tall monster.

However, seeing one of his team members standing there dumbfounded and motionless, he quickly cursed under his breath and told him to get out of the way.

Then, seeing the monster's raised butcher knife, Dawn grew even more anxious.

He looked around and finally his gaze fell on the empty pistol he was holding.

Without further hesitation, he ran forward a few steps and threw the pistol with all his might at the monster.

Perhaps it was truly God's mercy; the pistol arced through the air and struck the monster precisely on the head.

Caught off guard by this sudden attack, the monster, which was already not very intelligent, immediately abandoned its target that was within reach.

When he turned to look in Dawn's direction, he met Dawn's smug smile.

next moment.

The roar of a car engine running at its maximum speed was almost upon us.

Before the monster could turn around, it was lifted up by a tremendous force, its entire body bent at a 90-degree angle, and it was pressed firmly against the front bumper of the police car.

At this moment, Donnie, who was holding the steering wheel, saw the blood and broken branches all over the ground beside him.

Those were colleagues who were chatting and laughing just an hour ago.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, flooring the accelerator.

Staring hatefully at the hideous, rotting monster outside the car window, it was being smashed through wooden walls by the car's roof.

Finally, the car, along with the monster, crashed into the two-story building in the center of the farm, breaking through several walls before finally stopping.

Donnie, who was inside the car, also had his face covered in airbags that had deployed.

Fortunately, the presence of several fences as a buffer, coupled with the fact that the walls of the houses here are not very sturdy and the various wooden partitions on the exterior walls, reduced most of the impact.

Donnie was still conscious at this point, though he had some cuts on his body from the broken windshield, but his overall condition was not bad.

The car was perhaps slightly deformed, and the door was still difficult to open after he tried several times.

However, soon, a series of footsteps caught up, and Dawn, clutching his shoulder, gathered with the remaining teammates in front of the deformed police car.

Seeing Donnie still awake inside the car through the glass was a pleasant surprise.

With the help of several people, the deformed car door was pulled open, and Donnie was able to climb out of the wrecked police car.

Before he could even stand properly after getting out of the car, he immediately looked at the monster in front of the vehicle.

And this moment.

The "reskinned zombie pigman," having been reduced to its last few drops of health, finally stopped moving after a series of collisions.

According to the surrounding police officers, it was the powerful impact of the car that successfully eliminated this monster that seemed impossible to kill with bullets.

At this moment, Dawn, whose right arm was severely fractured, realized that the crisis was over for the time being and the effects of the adrenaline were beginning to fade.

Then another piercing pain came, causing his already exhausted body to lose its balance and fall backward.

Fortunately, he was caught by his teammates behind him.

"Thank goodness, at least we're still alive..."

Although weakness and pain filled his nerves, the joy of surviving the ordeal overwhelmed everything.

Looking at Donnie and his three teammates, although they were covered in injuries and looked quite disheveled, they were all still alive.

Thinking of this, he looked again at the wall that had been smashed open by the car.

Through the large hole, one could see the sand covered in blood. The relaxed smile on his face vanished, and he fell silent.

"Let's go back to the other police car and use the communication system there to contact headquarters..."

"Tell them... the devil is coming..."

(End of this chapter)