It was no wonder Brad thought that way; the M2 heavy machine gun itself weighed nearly 40 kilograms, and with the ammunition box, it exceeded 50 kilograms. Yet, Shen Ye could actually run while carrying it, which was completely beyond Brad's comprehension.
As the two were conversing, Shen Ye had already approached within twenty meters of the Tracker with the heavy machine gun.
This was an extremely dangerous distance; the Tracker's tentacles could easily attack him, and his mobility was greatly reduced because he was carrying the heavy machine gun.
But he was still closing in on the Tracker, shouting as he walked, "Jill, you need to find a safe place."
In fact, without Shen Ye's reminder, Jill and Brad had already done so, turning and moving away from the Tracker.
Discovering they were fleeing, the Tracker initially wanted to pursue them, but Shen Ye shouted at it:
"I am your opponent, monster."
The Tracker, of course, did not understand the meaning of this sentence, but when it saw the heavy machine gun in Shen Ye's hand, it instinctively sensed a threat. It immediately abandoned its pursuit target, raised an arm, and several tentacles detached from its body, coiling towards Shen Ye.
At this moment, Shen Ye had already closed in to within ten meters of the Tracker, and the tentacles appeared before him in the blink of an eye.
Shen Ye did not panic, decisively pressing the trigger, and the heavy machine gun immediately roared.
It must be said that the power of 12.7mm machine gun rounds was indeed formidable. The bullets, the moment they left the barrel, tore apart the coiling tentacles and then, without losing momentum, struck its body.
Almost instantly, countless blood spatters appeared on the Tracker's body, and simultaneously with the blood spatters, its muscle tissue also appeared.
A body that could withstand direct hits from small-caliber bullets was as fragile as paper in the face of a large-caliber heavy machine gun.
However, the Tracker was still alive and had not sustained any fatal injuries. After the heavy machine gun started firing, the violent muzzle jump made every one of its bullets uncontrollable. Shen Ye could only try his best to aim at the Tracker's massive body.
After all, compared to the head, a large body was obviously easier to hit.
But even so, the hit rate was still alarmingly low, so he risked taking a few more steps forward.
Thump thump thump…
The dull gunshots were incessant, and the wounds on the Tracker's body grew more numerous.
Completely suppressed by the heavy machine gun, the Tracker was surprisingly unable to retaliate.
Soon, the Tracker, unable to retaliate, made a surprising move.
It turned and jumped off the rooftop, then quickly disappeared from Shen Ye's sight.
It had fled.
However, Shen Ye was not surprised by the Tracker's escape. As one of the most successful B.O.W.s, the Tracker was more intelligent than the Tyrant.
…
"Where's that monster?"
The gunfire stopped, and Jill and Brad emerged from behind cover. After not seeing the Tracker, Jill asked Shen Ye loudly in confusion.
When the machine gun was firing, Jill and Brad didn't dare to look up for fear of being accidentally hit by stray bullets, so they didn't see that astonishing scene.
"It ran away," Shen Ye said, dropping the M2 and shaking his numb arm.
"You mean, it fled?" Jill said in surprise, "I never thought it would flee. Is it scared?"
"Not scared," Shen Ye corrected her, "Fear and fleeing are two different things. It just fled, or rather, it just temporarily retreated."
"So it will come back again?" Jill frowned; this was not good news.
Shen Ye nodded, "And it will become even stronger, just like before."
"That sounds unsettling," Jill said, glancing at the M2 on the ground, "You can't carry that thing all the time."
"Indeed, this thing is too heavy." Shen Ye suddenly missed the Type 89 heavy machine gun he used in the army; that thing was incredibly light, a single person could carry it and run all over the place, making it more suitable for the current situation.
However, he could only reminisce, because it was impossible to get it in USA.
Dismissing the random thoughts in his mind, Shen Ye walked towards the crashed Pave Hawk.
"What are you going to do?" Jill asked, puzzled, "It can't fly anymore."
"Yes, but there are still survivors inside," Shen Ye replied loudly as he reached the Pave Hawk.
Hearing that there were still survivors, Jill and Brad also ran over. The Pave Hawk was shot down by the Tracker to save them, so they couldn't just stand by and watch them die.
When they ran to the Pave Hawk, Shen Ye had already dragged out the injured soldier and was currently examining his body.
"Is he seriously injured?" Jill asked.
Shen Ye's expression was somewhat solemn: "Very seriously. Both of his legs are broken, and there are signs of internal bleeding."
"It's a miracle he's still alive," he added at the end.
"It seems God hasn't abandoned him."
Jill said, seeing a crucifix hanging on the soldier's chest.
But soon, Jill's expression turned grim. She exchanged glances with Brad, finding that he had the same expression as her.
Because the soldier with injured legs could not walk independently, if they were to take him, they would have to assign someone to take care of him.
But in the perilous Raccoon City, one less person meant one less gun's firepower, and an injured person unable to walk independently would greatly slow down their progress.
"Don't abandon me."
The soldier had been conscious all along. Seeing Jill and Brad's troubled expressions, he immediately realized this and said anxiously.
"Of course, we will never abandon you." Jill, being a good police officer after all, quickly comforted the soldier.
Although a woman's voice naturally had more affinity, the soldier clearly wasn't very convinced. He was about to say something else when he heard Shen Ye say:
"Don't worry, you'll definitely make it back alive."
Jill looked at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye pointed to the helicopter cockpit and said, "The helicopter's radio still works. We can use it to contact the military rescue team."
Brad then noticed that the helicopter's radio was still lit, so he quickly climbed in, took off the deceased pilot's headset, put it on, and began attempting to communicate.
Before long, Brad came out of the cockpit, bringing both bad news and good news.
The bad news was that although they had contacted the military rescue team, the military refused to send more helicopters, citing a lack of aircraft, and told them to figure it out themselves.
As soon as this was said, it drew a furious curse from Jill.
"Those damn bastards."
After she finished cursing, Brad then delivered the good news: after being rejected by the military, he unexpectedly contacted another S.T.A.R.S. team member on a public channel.
Barry.
He was also using a helicopter to rescue survivors in Raccoon City, and he was very close to them.