Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 172: Crazy Frenzied Bloodbath

Lynn kept his senses sharp, his mind running over every detail picked up so far. The shooting was fierce, with a constant barrage of gunshots and anguished screams echoing through the abandoned district.

Even from the relative safety of the protective circle formation, a growing unease stirred in his chest. The noises of the confrontations were deafening, and the chaos permeated every corner of the area.

Suddenly, his extraordinary perception noticed something—the sharp sound of feet scraping against concrete, the barely audible growls. His gaze shifted quickly to a nearby alley where a group of gang members emerged.

They burst forth from hiding places, charging the defensive lines with reckless abandon, their faces contorting in a feral, animalistic rage, eyes wide and bloodshot with tattered clothes and bodies covered in grime.

"Watch out!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the din. The soldiers reacted, raising their weapons, but even their quick reflexes were not enough to stem the tide of the berserk assailants.

Clutching an assortment of firearms and edged weapons, they unleashed a hail of bullets, spraying indiscriminately across the streets. Officers and civilians alike were caught in the crossfire, some falling to the ground before taking cover, victims of the unexpected onslaught.

In mere seconds, the bodies of the fallen rapidly littered the streets, staining the ground with crimson. Yet, the mobs showed no signs of hesitation, continuing their frenzied assault with an enthusiasm that bordered on suicide.

Stunned by the sheer madness of their actions, Lynn observed in disbelief as the gang members swiftly suffered more severe casualties than the Special Investigation Bureau.

But it was not because they were just overwhelmed – no, the thugs seemed to have lost all instinct of self-preservation, exiting their shelters in a crazed fever and rushing the enemy, regardless of the consequences.

Meanwhile, the military forces fought back valiantly, their disciplined responses contrasting starkly with the chaotic charge. Raising weapons, they opened fire with deadly coordination and precision.

With the barrage of ammunition, each gang member was brutally torn into pieces, crumpling to the ground in a tragic display. "This is too abnormal!" he murmured, perplexed by this unfolding scene. "When did they become so crazy?"

If it had been just one or two individuals acting in such a behavior, he might have been able to chalk it up to carelessness or poor judgment. But the fact that the entire group had exhibited this level of frenzy was alarming.

"There are even some wild people charging with swords and knives," he thought, his eyes fixed on one of the fallen, gunned down effortlessly. His brain struggled to comprehend the nature of this odd spectacle.

Their actions defied all logic and sensibility, driven by an overwhelming compulsion that seemed to be more than just adrenaline. "It is certainly not normal. Are there external factors at play?" Lynn mused. That could explain a lot of things.

While his thoughts continued to wander, connecting the dots, the counterattack was swift and merciless. The rapid reaction from the soldiers ensured that the unanticipated assault ended quickly and decisively.

Leaning against a nearby collapsed wall, the expression of the unit leader darkened, a mixture of anger and sorrow etched into his features. His mission of escorting civilians had turned into a bloodbath.

Without hesitation, he activated his communicator and started reporting their dire condition with clear, precise details in a steady voice despite the chaos around him. In the end, he requested reinforcements and medical assistance.