There are no powerful xenomorphs nearby, but they do create the fact that they seem to exist.

This feeling is like having a hand that gathers the zombies that were originally scattered everywhere and deliberately blocks them.

"The density of zombies in front of me is zero, I always feel that something is wrong" Looking at the map of the life signal division presented in the lower right corner of the retina, Jiang Chen couldn't help frowning.

Heterogeneous factors aside.

Zombies are not completely dead creatures, and they still maintain the characteristics of certain creatures, such as the consciousness of living space. The distribution of zombies generally radiates from the high-density city center to the suburbs, and the new zombies born from the mother's asexual reproduction slowly move from the crowded city center to the suburbs. Under normal circumstances, in the suburbs where there are relatively few zombies, it is almost impossible for such a phenomenon as a corpse tide to occur.

However, these zombies gathered together as if premeditated, and the city seemed to besiege the base. As a result, after breaking through the encirclement, there are almost no zombies on the entire street.

Hearing this, Sun Jiao also frowned.

"yes, it feels weird. ”

But at this moment, it was useless to think too much, the Assault infantry vehicle that broke through the encirclement began to speed up, and the power armored soldiers running around also opened the sliding wheels on the soles of their feet, and then started the vortex engine behind them again, from the running posture to the gliding posture, and followed closely around the Raider infantry vehicle.

"The balance system is normal. Damn, I forgot to check this thing. Jiang Chen was embarrassed and scolded secretly. Fortunately, the chain didn't drop, otherwise it would be troublesome.

"Watch your surroundings and fire freely. Sun Jiao's voice came from the public channel.

"Roger. ”

Still maintaining a sharp arrow formation in the middle of the road, those cars that get in the way can naturally be knocked away, and those that can be run over can be run over directly.

The silence was terrifying, and almost no movement could be heard except for the hum of the engine, and everyone remained vigilant with their rifles raised.

"It's weird, you can't see a single xenomorph. A soldier's complaint came from the public channel.

"Could it be hidden?"

"Don't interrupt, keep an eye on your position!"

"Yes!" the two soldiers immediately shut up.

Could it be those unidentified germs in the air?

Jiang Chen faintly felt that something was wrong with these things. It's not too easy to think about something that can make even bloodthirsty xenos feel scared.

After about three kilometers, the group came to an apartment building that was simply surrounded by barbed wire.

The dilapidated building, like most buildings on the wasteland, had been wiped off the surface of the paint in the aftermath of the bombing, leaving only the gray-black concrete walls. The walls are scrawled with airbrushed slogans, which look a little older.

The windows of the black hole loom with reclining machine guns, and improvised cloth acts as windows instead of glass.

The roof of the building appears to be covered with vegetation protected by plastic film, which looks like a soilless vegetable garden, which is said to be the source of livelihood for most of the survivor groups. But in the apocalypse of radiation, don't expect the same seed to grow the same fruit.

There is still a market for this kind of fruit with uncertain toxicity in the sixth block. Many processing plants will purchase a large number of such fruits and vegetables at low prices, screen out non-toxic ones and sell them in the luxury market, and put the toxic ones into the refining device to extract organic matter, vitamins, vegetable proteins and other substances to make "higher-grade" grade A and B nutritional mixtures. (Compared with the nutritional mixture made of zombies and xenomorph flesh and fat, it is easier to taste and more "nutritious.") ）

The situation around here is similar to that of the Fish Bone Base, with zombies crookedly forming a siege net. However, in terms of numbers, the zombies here are obviously far less than those near the base.

It's a terrible thing, not because of the number of zombies.

Or are the zombies intelligent, or controlled, by intelligent beings?

But even so, there is still not much suspense in the battle, and the zombies here are not overwhelmingly numerous.

Although these zombies have condensed into subcrystals, the organic matter on their bodies determines that they still stay in the category of ordinary zombies. No matter how hard they try, they can't break through the defenses of the power armor.

After a few abrupt clicks to deal with the zombies that were in the way, the group approached the apartment building.

There was a wooden sign in the doorway with a few large characters written crookedly.

[Private territory, no idlers are allowed to enter]

Poof, what's the matter?

"Number 01 Survivor Group, Vital Detector Shows Population in the 30-40 Range. Sun Jiao said to Jiang Chen through a private channel.

"What the hell is number 01? Such an ugly name. Jiang Chen scolded with a smile.

"I took it. Survivor groups rarely give their nests names, and their desire to expand and territorial needs is minimal, and they mainly focus on basic survival. Sun Jiao stepped forward and knocked the bell at the door, then took two steps back.

After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a vigilant face cautiously walked out of the door.

"Who are you?" His face was full of horror and suspicion, and he trembled as he held the rifle in his hand. Because he knew that his rifle would not even be able to break the opponent's armor.

The only thing that can do damage to power armor is the recoilless gun in the house, which is all dusty.

"Nearby Fish Bone Survivor Base. Jiang Chen opened the mask and said lightly.

"What are you doing here?" the middle-aged man asked warily. Of course he saw it when these people were exterminating the zombies. The ferocious firepower made it difficult for him to even mention the idea of resisting.

"I'm sure you've noticed the zombies. Under the interference of unknown bacteria, these zombies will show strong aggression. There was evidence that the level of unknown bacteria in the air was rising, so we decided to remove the source of infection. Jiang Chen tried his best to make his tone look relaxed and friendly.

However, the middle-aged man's next sentence made him instantly angry.

"What does that have to do with us?" the voice was still vigilant and indifferent.

"What does it have to do with you?" Jiang Chen was stunned, but instead of being angry, he laughed, "Do you know that thing is closer to you?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be speechless, but seeing that Jiang Chen didn't seem to be as fierce as the bandits he usually saw, he immediately mustered up the courage to choke back.

"But it affects you more, doesn't it? We don't need your help, so don't bother us."

The middle-aged man's abacus was very loud, since you are willing to solve this trouble, then you can just go. That weird germ is a real headache, but what can we do? We're just going to shrink here anyway, and you're going to shoot if you can't use it.

Although these zombies have subcrystals behind their heads, you can't stop and dig while you go, right?

Jiang Chen was stunned, then smiled.

From that cunning look, he probably guessed what the middle-aged man was thinking.

Shameless, just shameless hehe.

People can be selfish to this extent, and he has long insight. The fire is burning to the buttocks, and you are still waiting for the "evil pen" to strike first, and steal the back to pick up the bargain? If Lao Tzu didn't appear here, would you just wait here until you die?

Wait, it's the end times

Jiang Chen suddenly woke up, he almost thought that this was a negotiation with Wang Dehai or 361 Company or something.

Immediately, his gaze froze.

"You, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man faintly sensed a trace of unkindness on Jiang Chen's face, and then spoke vigilantly, while winking at the person behind him.

The upstairs window was opened, and a black hole pipe came out, pointing directly at the Raider infantry vehicle.

"Boss, I'm locked in with anti-tank weapons and ask for permission to return fire. "There was a hurried communication from the driver on the public channel.

Sun Jiao quickly raised the tactical rifle used in the power armor and aimed at the man upstairs. A group of power armored soldiers also raised their weapons one after another.

The battle order was given by Sun Jiao, but it was Jiang Chen, the leader, who decided whether to fight with the neutral forces.

If Jiang Chen gave an order, Sun Jiao would be completely sure that he would kill this group of people to scum.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Chen with a struggling expression, he was also a ruthless character, knowing that it was not easy to hit with the highly mobile power armor, so he desperately didn't want his own life, and also signaled his subordinates to aim at the infantry vehicle that seemed to be obviously carrying a large number of supplies.

He was gambling that Jiang Chen would not take an infantry vehicle worth tens of thousands of Yajing and countless supplies for the lives of these little people.

However, Jiang Chen smiled, he guessed the middle-aged man's careful thoughts.

In order to save ammunition, instead of firing a shot at the zombies, he turned his gun at us who were about to remove the source of the bacteria?

But at this moment, Jiang Chen's face was no longer the slightest bit surprised, and all that was left in his eyes was coldness.

"Perhaps, it was a mistake for me to negotiate with you. Jiang Chen said quietly, and then without saying a word, he closed his mask with a bang.

This action scared the middle-aged man half to death. Showing your face is with the sincerity of the negotiation, so close the mask

The speaker turned on, and the cold words resounded throughout the street.

"I'll just ask. Surrender, or die!"

Tactical rifles are put down.

Instead, there were ten raised revolver guns, the triangular barrels spinning rapidly

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