Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The crowd of people that suddenly rushed in were wearing uniforms. All of them were loyal to the country. Lin Yao naturally did not have to be afraid upon seeing them.
However, they were in a bad condition. They were covered in blood, and there was a group of freaks behind them. Right now, the group of humans was dragging the freaks as they rushed toward the haunted house.
At the same time, the freaks were struggling with all their might while screaming and shrieking. Lin Yao could clearly see blood coming out of the faces of those tough fighters. Their limbs would fall off for no reason, and their heads would spin around, about to turn 360 degrees.
"Switch to someone else."
"Hold on to Xiaoli's head."
"My hand is out of control. Captain, smash it."