Although it was somewhat expected, Mr. Mo did not expect it to be so tragic. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After leaving the warehouse and confirming his location, Mr. Mo planned to go back to his home closer to him first, grab some handy weapons, and have a bite to eat.

But as he cautiously slipped out of the warehouse and slipped into a more familiar street, he was completely silent.

From the front of the eye to the end of the line of sight, there are all corpses, sporadic zombies wandering aimlessly, or eating corpses in blood, and the coagulated dark red blood occupies a large area of vision, which is extremely shocking!

What made Mr. Mo's heart sink was that compared to the one he killed before, those zombies on the street were more spiritual.

Yes, spirituality, not simply being stronger or faster, but having developed a rudimentary wisdom, began to pick and eat the tender parts of the corpse, and intimidated the people who approached it. Behavior is no longer just about an unquenchable appetite, it's more emotional and complex.

Cough...... Please don't ask Mr. Mo why he knows which part of the corpse is more tender and delicious.

However, after Mr. Mo's observation for more than ten minutes, it was found that some of the corpses on the street were without wounds, and they looked like they had died suddenly on the street.

Sudden death of one or two people is nothing, and sudden death of a large group of people is a problem. But if you think about it, you know that it must be a failure to transform zombies, and then hang up.

Mr. Mo will not copy the experience in the movie, thinking that as long as he is bitten or infected with the virus carried by zombies, he will be transformed into zombies. If it was really as simple as it was that simple to transform into a zombie, Mr. Mo really wouldn't be able to play anymore.

The population of Dongmu City is close to 200,000, and if all of them can be transformed into zombies, Mr. Mo alone will have no chance of surviving.

Even if they are not all transformed, according to the current approximate proportion, there are tens of thousands of zombies, and this is still the case of animals, if animals can also be infected and become animal zombies, the number may have to double.

Just thinking about it, Mr. Mo felt his scalp tingle.

However, Mr. Mok has no positive thoughts at all.

In fact, Mr. Mo has already roughly planned the next few steps. First, go home and get weapons, and if Nanxi and Yu Penglai are still there, they will take them. Then he drove his modified car straight to the school and found Xiaoqiu. If it goes well, he will take them to Ye Changzai's underground laboratory, where he will defend and wait for the army to arrive and clean up all the zombies in the city.

I have to mention that Mr. Mo's modified car is equipped with bulletproof glass, and the body is a special high-strength alloy under the usual appearance. The tires are honeycomb tires, which not only do not burst tires, but also explosion-proof, and the appearance is disguised as ordinary tires, and the strongest horsepower of the engine can reach 800 horses. As long as there is a road and the amount of fuel is sufficient, Mr. Mo dares to go on a rampage, and he is completely worthy of those zombies.

As for Ye Changzai's warehouse, Mr. Mo has been to it a few times and still knows it very well. The only entrance to the warehouse was an extremely sturdy metal gate with a thick iron bolt behind it, and when it was lowered, even a few hundred zombies would be helpless.

In addition, because sometimes Ye Changzai would conduct experiments in it for several days in a row, he prepared enough food and water inside, enough for several adults to hold on for more than ten days.

There may be other good places to go, and there may be better ways to protect yourself, but Mr. Mo doesn't know and can't think of the best way to squeeze out of his lack of crisis response skills.

As for killing all the zombies or something, Mr. Mo said that he didn't even think about it. How can something made up by a mysterious organization be so easy to solve?

The sheer numbers, the horrific contagiousness and lethality of the virus, and the possibility of mutating the virus like in the movies make it difficult to get started. Before the huge state organs were put into action, the weak and scattered people could only rely on their own desperate struggles.

Mr. Mo's current location is about two kilometers away from home, as long as he carefully bypasses the large group of zombies and avoids a head-to-head confrontation, there will be no problems on the road.

Although he wanted to change to a more convenient weapon, Mr. Mo did not dare to openly search the shops on the street, so he could only use a crowbar.

Because there are zombies on several roads that can be detoured, Mr. Mo had to pick one with a small number and a short distance.

Holding his breath, Mr. Mo walked lightly down the street.

This street is relatively wide, and there are few zombies on the street, but the bloodstained streets are red, and the dead corpses are scattered around the corners, which is also a bit terrifying.

Mr. Mo's movements were extremely slight, relying on his years of martial arts foundation, and his steps were moving around and silently.

However, just as Mr. Mo approached a few meters around the first zombie on the road, the zombie that was gnawing on the corpse suddenly raised its head, and its bloody mouth let out a roar at Mr. Mo.

Seeing this, before the zombies got up and pounced, Mr. Mo quickly covered up and killed. The body shape was wrong, and the crowbar in his hand fell heavily on the zombie's forehead with the power of twisting his body. Suddenly, the Heavenly Spirit Cover shattered, and the brains burst out, and the zombie who had just made a running posture and had not had time to rush immediately fell to the ground and stopped moving.

But the battle has just begun!

The zombies on the street had noticed Mr. Mo's pile of fresh flesh and blood, and immediately let out all kinds of terrifying roars, rushing madly towards Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo tightened his hands on the crowbar, looked grim, and rushed towards the zombie group, but he avoided the middle of the road and ran along the side of the street, so as to reduce the number of zombies on the front at one time.

Mr. Mo has no choice, this is not a normal martial arts competition, and he can wait for work in the same place. This is a life-and-death fight, and life hangs by a thread at every turn. If he stays where he is, Mr. Mo is very likely to be pounced on by the surging zombies, and he will definitely be torn to shreds.

Moreover, Mr. Mo's purpose is to break through this street, not to kill zombies, and if he can, he really doesn't bother to kill any of them.

Even though the situation is very critical, Mr. Mo still wants to vomit.

Why do zombies scream? Intimidate him?

Putting aside the crisis that Mr. Mo is facing for the time being, Lan Xiange's family is also crazy.

Many of the servants in the family caught a cold and fever in a very short time, and then fainted, some of them lost their breath completely, and some of them got back on their feet as bloodthirsty zombies.

The panicked Lan Xiaoge sisters, under the leadership of Lan Xiao, retreated to an attic, locked the door of the attic, and moved some heavy objects against the door, Lan Xiao and Lan Yuege, who had signs of fever, both fell, and Lan Xiao directly lost his breath, and his body became cold.

Holding her sister who still had body temperature, Lan Xiange sobbed silently.

She didn't know what to do with it all, and the zombie-turned-servant was still trying to break through the thin door, the dull crashing sound that made her face tremble with despair.

She couldn't understand why the world had suddenly changed. The peaceful and peaceful past, the time of contentment, the soft and bright memory...... Instantly lost in the torrent of reality filled with blood.

It's just that I regret it, I haven't said thank you to my parents, I haven't said goodbye to my classmates, I haven't been able to see the last look of classmate Mo she just liked, and there are a lot of regrets, a lot of small wishes...... But...... It's coming to an end.

Rather than let the terrifying zombies tear her and her sister to shreds, it would be better to ...... Let her end each other......