The approach of the black devil made Secretary Li and the others even more frightened, but they had to slow down because of the frequent roadblocks and gray streets. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With this slowdown, the distance between the dark devils and the dark devil narrowed again.

Secretary Li and the five had to fight and retreat, Wang Er opened the way in front, and Secretary Li kept threatening those black devils with AK47 or shotguns with limited bullets, but the effect was limited.

As time increased, everyone ran for two or three miles, seeing that the black devil's motorcycle force did not get rid of it at all, suddenly a loud 'buzzing' sound sounded from the front, and they saw that the wall of a factory on the side was suddenly knocked open, and a giant truck seven or eight meters high ran out.

The hideous shell was covered with human bones, and the front end of the truck was welded with nearly 100 thick, long, and sharp steel nails, each three or four meters long, and the low end was as thick as an adult's thigh.

On top of the steel nails, the already highly decomposed human remains had not even been cleaned, emitting a foul odor, with pus on the wounds and a bright yellow liquid oozing.

At the lower end of the truck, the eight huge wheels are welded with sharp blades on the outside and inside, each three or four meters long, and the blades rotate like drills when the wheels roll violently.

The truck went on a rampage, smashing through the narrow streets, smashing a large number of buildings without impressing the speed, and the slow black devil in front of him had no time to dodge, pierced by the sharp teeth at the front of the truck, hanging on it like a meat skewer, and the motorcycle that lost its driver slipped and fell aside, being run over by the wheels of the truck, leaving a burst of sparks behind.

Several black-toothed ghosts shouted 'slow down' to avoid the hideous chariot, but the truck driver showed no mercy, sitting in the cab and screaming, and a black-toothed woman in the passenger seat pulled out a homemade crossbow and shot at those 'partners' who wanted to escape.

Under the stone of her tumbling downhole, more than a dozen motorcyclists who were galloping in front of her were hit one by one, wailing and falling to the ground with people and cars, not only falling half to death, but also howling in pain.

But what's even more cruel is that before they could bear the pain, the giant truck crashed mercilessly into them/them, and the thirty-meter-wide street didn't even give them time to avoid the truck, and under the screams of fear, they were either crushed into meat scraps by the wheels, or they were pierced into meat skewers by the low-end special sharp teeth, or they were lucky enough to climb to the side of the road, but they didn't wait to be happy.

The truck driver screamed but turned and galloped to the side of the road, and the survivor's eyes widened and the ghost screamed frantically trying to get out of the street, but how could the speed compare to the Mercedes truck, and under the curse and screaming, the wheel drill of the truck was dyed black and red.

Black-toothed people, because of the mutation, their blood is much darker than normal.

Secretary Li's five people were already upset by the chasing motorcycle family, and at this time a more ruthless heavy truck came, scared to choose the road, one of them because he was riding too fast, suddenly appeared at a bend and did not have time to slow down, unbalanced and fell against the wall.

The strong impact and survival instinct made the villager clench his head and roll, and finally hit a weathered telephone pole with his back, and from the heart-rending screams of the villagers, it can be guessed that his spine could not be saved.

He could only reach out and look in the direction of the four partners who had escaped: "Help... Save... I, Second Brother Wang..."

It's a pity that at this critical juncture, everyone is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, who has the ability to save others?

The heavy truck drove up, the shining headlights shone on him, the heavy truck slowly slowed down, slowly stopped, the simple but domineering door was pushed open, and a huge sweat with a figure of more than two meters and three walked down, the tower-like figure, the leather coat could not hide the developed muscles, and a strange yellow cloak almost fell to the ground.

The reason why the cloak is weird is that the patterns on it are mostly the expressions of wailing and screaming human faces.

If you look closely, you will find that this cloak is actually sewn together by pieces of human skin.

The man of the tower has a full beard and a fierce eye, but a face can frighten a child.

A pair of eyes were red, not dyed, but mutated.

He has the same weird and hideous tattoos on his face, but unlike other black-toothed people, the tattoos are more hideous and domineering, he has a bald head, scalp bumps and bumps, and a green-black skin that looks like lizard skin, and the whole thing seems to be a strange person combined with a lizard.

A mouth, jagged but sharp yellow-orange teeth, disgusting and terrifying, he stretched out a long and fat black tongue, only to see that the tongue was actually split from the middle, and the forked tip of the tongue was like a snake python's letter, which could easily lick onto the cheek.

He crouched down in front of the villager and looked at him like a dead man.

"Grunt titers..."

Strange language, sharp and restless, this is the language of the Blacktooth.

In the past 100 years, even the low-IQ Blacktooth people have developed new languages, and except for a very small number of humans, no one will learn the Blacktooth language, so that the two races who do not understand the language even communicate in vain.

"Don't... Don't eat me..."

Villager Sun Qingzhong weakly raised his hand and begged for mercy, but the man in the iron tower did not have the slightest softness, but did not kill him, but pulled out the AK47 pressed under him and looked up and down.

There are also two black-toothed girls behind him who are young and have the same hideous and weird tattoos, because of the on their foreheads and a large number of tattoos, they can't tell their specific age.

But they were tall and tall, with well-developed muscles visible on their arms and thighs, and they were dressed in bloodier, leather coats with scattered pieces of human bones, and standing there, the night breeze blew through them and could 'tinkle dada', these human bones were perhaps decorative ornaments for them.

On each of them there was a necklace full of severed human ears, large and small, more than twenty of them, because they were specially coated with a special protective agent, and they have not rotted until now.

From the tooth marks on the mutilated part of one of the human ears, it is not difficult to guess that this necklace made of human ears is also their snack even if it is decorated.

The two black-toothed girls, in addition to the double knives each inserted in their waists, the man on the left struggled to hold a huge machete two meters long, the machete was made of metal as a whole, although it was rough, but it was not skillful.

But the weight of a huge machete is dozens of times that of a hammer.

The man on the right was carrying a giant crossbow with a length of three meters, the crossbow was also made of metal, which was a little more delicate than a machete, and the bow with the thickness of an adult's arm had traces of thousands of hammers.

The bowstring is made of the tendons of an unknown beast, twisted into a ball, and the thick heel hemp rope makes it.

The two black-toothed girls followed behind the tower man as if they were maids, silent, in stark contrast to the little brothers who got out of the car.

Tietong man shouted a few words to Sun Qingzhong, the rude voice was as scary as thunder, Sun Qingzhong was so frightened that he trembled, and he could only beg for mercy if he couldn't understand the other party's language.

When the man of the tower saw what he said, the other party kowtowed vigorously, he got up and blew his beard and glared, turned around and said something to the maid beside him, and after a while, he saw the maid drag down a quiet man from the car, although he was wearing a leather coat, but compared to the others, he looked much shabby and shabby.

And there are no tattoos on the face to look much cleaner, but the face is yellow and thin, and it looks very embarrassed.

If you don't clean your body for a long time, you're covered with dirt and dirt, and you can't see your appearance and age clearly.

He was dragged by the black-toothed maid who was half a head lower than him, and pushed him in front of the iron tower man.

"Share reform, Haritus?"

Facing this tower man, the man knelt on the ground in fright, and his voice was full of flattery and fear.

"Ulla, Hatham"

The tower man pointed to Sun Qingzhong, who was lying on the ground trembling, and the man nodded hurriedly after listening to the tower man.

He got up and ran in front of Sun Qingzhong, and when he opened his mouth, he was fluent in the wasteland language.

"The leader asked you, where did the firearms in Frostbone Village come from?"

Sun Qingzhong was shocked, the black-toothed people could actually speak their language? He looked at the embarrassed man in front of him with wide eyes, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You... You are..."