The reddened pupils indicated that he was gradually becoming a mourner, and his left arm had already been shot, and when he rolled to the ground, he was crushed by Polo's rear wheel, and he broke his bones, and he drooped there and swayed back and forth.

Judging by his attire, he should be an ordinary person, although he was just attacking others, but he was a real innocent.

Wang Ling's muzzle locked on his eyebrows, but he couldn't pull the trigger for a long time, even if he was no longer human, but...

It was the sound of mp7 gunshots, Wang Ling's eyes widened, and a finger-sized hole appeared in the man's eyebrows, and blood flowed down the bridge of his nose. Although the wound did not appear to be large, his brain had been completely shattered into a pulp by the cavity effect, and the badly deformed bullet flew out along with a piece of the skull in the back of his head.

The red light in his eyes quickly faded, and at the last moment, Wang Ling even saw a touch of relief and gratitude.

"Do not hesitate, the apostle came into the world, no one can be left alone, if we can't stop him, then everyone on the earth will die, kill those they can protect more. Bing Ning stared into Wang Ling's eyes and said lightly.

"But they're innocent after all. Wang Ling lowered his head, he was a little unable to face the man's dead eyes. Looking back at the girls who had already walked away, Bing Ning took two steps forward, pressed her palm on the man's forehead, and as soon as she touched the black mist, the man disappeared completely in an instant, and was decomposed by annihilation.

Juan Fu's face was not too good-looking, but after she pursed her lips, she suddenly clenched the gun in her hand and ran in the direction of the golf course, she knew that the slower she arrived, the more people would become like this.

Wang Ling and the three of them followed closely, they were very, very close to the stadium, not far ahead, several people were fighting together, a number of cars collided with each other, in front of it was a newspaper car that I don't know which one, it didn't know why it was in the middle of the road, and all the cars behind it crashed into it.

There were two men holding baseball bats, one old and one young, with their wives behind them, and the women were so frightened that they could barely walk, kicking off their heels and stumbling forward barefoot, shouting for their men to run.

Behind him lay two people in the same uniform, one of whom had had her stomach cut open, and a broken intestine was still hanging on the mourner's arm, and the other had a broken chest with a large hole, and had not yet completely lost her breath, lying there convulsing incessantly.

The former colleague did not hesitate to stretch out his claws to the people around him after being infected.

At this time, the old man saw the mourning spirit rushing up, roared angrily and swung out the baseball bat in his hand, the sturdy baseball bat hit the mourning soul firmly on the right shoulder under his desperate efforts, and the mourning spirit was beaten to a stagger, but then the red light in his eyes was even more victorious, and he almost teleported and pounced.

There are still more than 100 meters left! Wang Ling's two guns were deducted at the same time, and one bullet after another was pushed into the bolt, and then sent out in the explosion of gunpowder. However, the distance of 100 meters was almost the limit of the effective range of the pistol, and Wang Ling did not have time to aim in a hurry, except for one shot

The bullet struck the mourning spirit beyond the thigh, causing no effective damage to it at all.

Blood splattered, the asphalt pavement was dyed red, and under the light of the street lamp, a faint red blood mist set off the figure of the mourning spirit like a demon god.

Three seconds! It only takes three seconds! With Bingning's speed far exceeding Bolt's, he could send the dagger into the chest of the mourning spirit, but this distance of 100 meters has become a barrier between life and death at this time.

"Daddy!" the other man's eyes were almost torn, and he watched in despair as he ripped off his father's entire arm and shoulder blades as easily as tearing through a rag pocket.

"You're going to die!" he swung his baseball bat at the mourner, he wanted to kill the monster, he wanted to avenge his father!

When Chang, the baseball bat fell weakly to the ground, and it was also red with blood, but the blood was not only his father's, but also his own.

He lowered his head, his arm had pierced his abdomen, his stomach felt empty, and a warm sensation was gradually flowing out of his body.

He tried to look back at his wife and daughter, but the muscles in his neck were so numb and weak, at this moment, his feet suddenly left the ground, and the mourning spirit saw four people rushing towards him, and clasped the man's neck with his other hand, and with the force of both hands, he was torn into two pieces from the wound in his abdomen, and fell towards Bingning like a stone.

Bing Ning didn't slow down, her extreme anger made her reach an unprecedented speed, seeing the man's upper body smashed towards her, she didn't dodge it directly, but pulled out her whip, threw it out and wrapped it around the man's body, and then pulled it hard, throwing the man in the direction of Wang Ling.

The mourning spirit roared and greeted him, and the hands that had turned into claws beckoned to Bingning, but Bingning was faster, and the muzzle of the MP7 gun held in both hands was directly against the crook of the mourning spirit's arm, so that the claws could not touch him, and at the same time, the trigger was pulled, and the red-hot bullets broke his arms in an instant.

Bingning rushed forward so fast that when she hit the mourner's chin with her knee, she directly smashed it to pieces, and flew backwards with the mourner.

Bing Ning's legs clamped the waist of the mourner, and the two mp7s were nailed directly to the mourning's temples, because it was too hard, the muzzle of the gun was even inserted directly, and then the still hot muzzle spit out a righteous bullet again.

When Wang Ling caught the man's remnants, Bing Ning had already landed lightly on the ground, and the head of the mourning spirit not far behind him was beaten to pieces and couldn't move.

The man hadn't completely lost his breath, and he was so light with only an ordinary body left, Wang Ling gently hugged him in front of the mother and daughter, who were almost stupid, and stretched out his hand.

"Sha... Sasha—" The man's hand trembled and stretched out, trying to touch his lover and daughter's cheek one last time, but in the end he couldn't, and his heart finally stopped beating after losing a lot of blood for a short time. The weak arm and the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped down together, full of pain and regret.

The word "Daddy!" resounded through the streets again, but this time

It came from the mouth of a teenage girl. Wang Ling gently put the man on the ground, and the girl fell to her knees beside him, holding her father's head and crying miserably.

The man's wife stood dumbfounded, staring at her husband's corpse and her anguished daughter, frightened, sad, and over-emotionally destroyed her consciousness, and almost became a vegetative person except for the slight heaving of her chest.

Bingning stood up and walked over, her eyes were red, I don't know if it was because of anger or sadness. Wang Ling staggered back a few steps, his mind was in a mess, why didn't he hit just now, why didn't he smash the head of the mourning spirit with a single shot? If he could have been a few seconds faster, it might have been a completely different result, maybe this family would be like the four girls just now, when talking about that crisis many years later, they could still sigh and sigh that death passed by them.

Wang Ling didn't know how many times he had such a thought because of his lack of ability, even though he had the powerful but unreliable ability to rewind time for a short time, but even if he had just used it, what could he do? Going back two seconds, the father and son would still die under the claws of the mourning spirit.

"There are still people ahead that we need to rescue, and there are dead souls that need to be cleaned up. Bing Ning opened her arms and hugged Wang Ling gently, wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes without a trace.

Yes, the golf course is just around the corner, and I don't know what it will look like.

Bing Ning looked at the corpses of the mourners and the father and son, she needed to clean them up, only by annihilating them could she completely eliminate even the "tricks" of the Apostle of the Epidemic that might be carried on the corpses.

"You guys..." As soon as Bing Ning spoke, the woman went crazy, and suddenly ran a few steps forward, where it was the beluga whale that Wang Ling had just let go of and fell to the ground in order to catch the man.

"No!" Wang Ling was shocked, and rushed up to stop her, although the 3D printed black shark beluga whale was still strong, it did not have the biological genetic protection measures that were used to try the model.

The gun went off, and she was aiming at her daughter, the power of the beluga whale was terrifying, and the beautiful little girl named Sasha lay directly on her father's body and fell asleep with him.

Then, the wife aimed the muzzle of the beluga whale at her chin, her pupils that barely regained some consciousness looked at Wang Ling, and shook her head slightly, what does that mean? Do you want to save her, do you regret it, or are you sighing at this farce-like miserable world?

Wang Ling didn't know, and he didn't stop her, this wife has lost the support to live, and she has no belief in continuing to live, death may really be a relief for them.

When the gunshot rang out, Wang Ling picked up the white whale, carried the wife to the body of her husband and daughter, sighed, and ran in the direction of the stadium gate, where there were still mourners waiting for him to kill, although they were not at fault before they were infected, but in the face of the world's crisis, no one was innocent.

The black fog wiped out all the corpses lying on the ground, and maybe tomorrow, New Zealand will receive many, many reports of disappearances, but presumably, compared to receiving a notice of identification of a corpse or a death notice, the disappearance may still leave a glimmer of hope......