When Wang Agui stuck a sapper shovel in his waist, carried a beer bottle in his left hand, held a lighter, and held a gas bomb in his right hand, standing majestically beside this Shura hell like a god, those expectant eyes had turned into two bloody black holes, and the middle-aged man had returned to the world with complete despair. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The zombie who was eating and drinking sensed that a new dish was on the table, so he slowly got up excitedly and shook and pounced on the fresh meat not far away.

But Wang Agui wouldn't give them a chance to come around, only to see him smile hideously, and the lighter in his left hand "snapped" and ignited the strip of cloth on the mouth of the beer bottle in his right hand.

"Go to hell!" Wang Agui sneered and smashed the gasoline bomb into the corpse group, with a crisp cracking sound, a blazing flame instantly wrapped several zombies, and then the second, third, and fourth, Wang Agui kept changing directions, waving his arms like wheels, and one by one the gasoline "" bombs accurately smashed into the burning corpse pile, burn it! Burn it! Burn you demons! Take the flames to your purgatory!

A raging fire burned in the passage, the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon roared, the blazing flames tore at the remaining bodies of the zombies, and all the objects that could be burned on the clothes, hair, and eyebrows on the zombies were burning violently, and the skin that began to glow with bruises was burning in the heat, the fragile joints and bones were scorched by the flames, and the smell of burnt skin and flesh filled the narrow exit lane with the roaring firelight.

In the red flames, the charred figures of zombies flashed, and more than 20 zombies continued to pounce on Wang Agui with flames and billowing smoke, they didn't know the pain, they couldn't feel the heat, they only knew that they had to eat the fresh meat in front of them. But zombies are not T800 terminators after all, they are still human bodies, and their carbonized skin and twisted joints make them walk slower and smaller. The group of fire corpses had only walked less than three meters away before they fell to the ground, gradually curled up into a ball, and turned into ugly charred corpses.

The light of the fire gradually faded, and Wang Agui, who was smoked and dusty, walked forward despite the scorching heat in the driveway, took the sapper shovel and carefully flipped over a charred corpse that still had afterburners: the skin was carbonized, the muscles spasmed, the muscle fibers exposed the skin, the joints were stiff and twisted, and only the jaw was not completely scorched. Looking at the head that was still staring at Wang Agui in the flames, Wang Agui felt a cold current hit his whole body: Is this a creature on the earth!

Finally see the bright sunshine! Standing at the exit of the car, Wang Agui, who climbed out of the Shura Hell, opened his arms and basked in the bright sunshine to celebrate the new life! --I escaped, I finally escaped!

The corpse riot had erupted for more than an hour, and the shouting of the chaotic crowd could no longer be heard here; Maybe there's only a horde of zombies left outside. Just in case, Wang Agui quietly lay down and crawled the last few meters of the lane leading to the ground in a crawling forward posture, and then hid behind the bonsai at the mouth of the passage and quietly poked his head out.

In the middle of the highway under the office building, the wide and wide main road is full of cars that have been knocked around; The better quality cars were just knocked out of the body, and the poorer old cars simply smoked.

On the large bus, a zombie feast is being staged, and the air-conditioned bus sealed like a can also makes the passengers inside be torn to pieces by the zombies in the car like canned food.

Almost all of the cars have their doors open, and the inside

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) people have long since lost the result. In a few commercial vehicles, there was a sound of banging on the windows, and looking at the fatal slapping, you could tell that the driver inside had been corpsed.

From the main road to the auxiliary road to the concrete floor in front of the door, it was covered with coagulated blood, and everywhere was scattered with minced flesh and stumps and broken arms; The streets that used to be full of cars and people are now eerily silent, with only zombies squatting on the ground feasting on the mangled corpses. In the still-dreary sun, the bright red blood and white bones reflected a blinding light, announcing the consequences of the fight against the zombies to all the survivors in the area.

The vast majority of survivors should be trapped in office buildings and residential areas and unable to get out. Those who can come out are either eaten by zombies, or they find a place to hide; Coupled with the wide road, although there are a lot of zombies here, it doesn't seem so terrifying to gather in twos and threes.

Wang Agui was a little glad that he didn't drive out just now, otherwise this lane would be blocked like an ant's nest, and he wouldn't be able to move even if he had a car. In his extreme fear, he didn't even think of such a simple truth, which shows that there is no big difference between a person under fear and a fool.

Wang Agui continued to observe the road, he was thinking quickly about the next tactics; At this time, the zombie didn't notice himself, if he ran faster, he might be able to run into the opposite office building, but now he can only move little by little, and he can move wherever he can.

When Wang Agui moved his gaze to the intersection not far away, his eyes lit up suddenly! I saw that next to the intersection blocked into an ant's nest, there was a special motorcycle for the Beijing traffic police! On the sidewalk more than 3 meters away from the motorcycle, the traffic policeman wearing reflective clothing has become a big meal at this time, and three zombies are feasting around him; The chewing sound of "squeak, squeak" can be heard from afar, indicating that they are eating so sweet and comfortable.

After estimating the distance, Wang Agui found that the straight-line distance from the exit to the motorcycle was about 60 meters, and there were no roadblocks that could not be crossed except for a few steps and flower beds in the middle, and if he ran with all his strength, he should be able to run there in about 20 seconds. As for the three-headed zombies next to the car, Wang Agui, who had seen a bigger formation, didn't pay attention to them at all.

In addition to these three zombies, the nearest zombies in other places are also more than 100 meters away from the motorcycle, as long as the action is fast enough, after killing the three zombies, this time is enough to ride the motorcycle by yourself. The zombies in the cars on the main road can't get out in a short time; There is a 1.4m high iron railing in the middle of the main road, and the zombies on the other side of the road can't pass for a while.

After making up his mind, Wang Agui stabilized his mind, rushed out of the passage and rushed towards the motorcycle. The three-headed zombies who were feasting quickly turned around when they heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, but saw a fresh meat delivered to the door by themselves, and they roared happily and were about to get up. But at this time, Wang Agui had already rushed to their side, and the zombies who were slowly getting up stretched out their heads one by one and begged to be cut off, and Wang Agui cut off their heads several times and collapsed to the ground.

Picking up the traffic policeman's helmet from the ground, Wang Agui stepped onto this huge, eighty percent new traffic police motorcycle, and a long-lost feeling came to his heart. Generation.

This is a Honda Davile 700p, the white elongated body is wide enough, and the rear seat is a two-person straddle; Three large-capacity trunks. The weight is more than 400 catties, the height is 80 cm, and the car is a car

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) the bottom is suspended from the ground 12 cm, and the maximum speed is 180 kilometers per hour. This is a police car, and little Japan does not dare to cut corners, so like all genuine Japanese products, it is genuine and exquisitely made.

What's even more rare is that this special police car is fuel-efficient, not to mention, the noise is very small, it is developed for the traffic police to chase the escaped driver and keep up quietly; Unlike ordinary civilian motorcycles, as soon as the engine starts, the roar is harsh one or two hundred meters away, and the sound of this level will not attract zombies farther away, which is conducive to Wang Agui's quick escape. Although the displacement of the Honda Davile is not half a star compared to the military motorcycles that are often used, it is much stronger than ordinary motorcycles.

Wang Agui laughed three times, started the engine, faced the summer breeze, tasted the faint smell of blood mixed in the wind, and rushed onto the road with a sapper shovel!

The low roar of the police motorcycle was still a little harsh in the silence of the streets; All the zombies who were having dinner suddenly stopped the food in their hands and followed the roar.

Wang Agui drove on the auxiliary road, locked the accelerator, and dodged left and right as if entering the realm of no "corpse" in the group of corpses, and whenever the zombie stood up, Wang Agui simply overturned it or directly cut off its head.

Standing on the ground, Wang Agui had to exert force with both hands to cut off the neck of the zombie, but with the huge inertia of the motorcycle, cutting the zombie with one hand was as brisk as cutting a watermelon. When he first started cutting, Wang Agui still couldn't borrow this inertia, and often took the zombies directly over without cutting off the head. But soon, Wang Agui got the hang of it after a few turns, after all, this is different from horses, horses are too tall, and it can be seen how difficult it is to train a cavalry with the help of inertia.

But riding on a motorcycle is different, the person and car are just one person high, no need to bend over, the arm can round the sapper, and the head of the zombie can be cut off with strength, which is much more convenient than the cavalry - of course, this is on the wide auxiliary road, the zombies are scattered in twos and threes, the density is very low, if there is a group of zombies in front of the mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses, no matter what kind of tools there are, it is inevitable to die.

The motorcycle roared away with the roar and Wang Agui's ghostly howl, and the heads rolled around in the smoke and dust brought up by the motorcycle. Zombies are really not creatures without intelligence, those zombies who can only watch Wang Agui leave in a dashing manner seem to know that they can't catch up, and they roar twice and squat down to continue their feast. It seems that it is the instinct of all creatures to seek advantage and avoid harm, and zombies are no exception, and they seem to know very well that the feast in front of them is far more realistic than the living meat that can run like flying and can cut corpses.

The corpse riot had erupted for more than an hour, and the shouting of the chaotic crowd could no longer be heard here; Maybe there's only a horde of zombies left outside. Just in case, Wang Agui quietly lay down and crawled the last few meters of the lane leading to the ground in a crawling forward posture, and then hid behind the bonsai at the mouth of the passage and quietly poked his head out.

In the middle of the highway under the office building, the wide and wide main road is full of cars that have been knocked around; The better quality cars were just knocked out of the body, and the poorer old cars simply smoked.

On the large bus, a zombie feast is being staged, and the air-conditioned bus sealed like a can also makes the passengers inside be torn to pieces by the zombies in the car like canned food.

(End of chapter)

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