After the consciousness went violent, on the streets of Mazha Village, Creech was beaten into a private building by Jingang, pierced through another wall, drew a deep ditch on the cement slab of the road, and finally stopped at one end of the deep ditch. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Suddenly, Creech's heart vibrated violently, his head was in a trance, and his body began to disobey.

"What's going on?" Creech asked himself in his heart, trying to break through that confinement, but it was useless, only confused.

King Kong jumped forward and immediately slammed his fist into his face.

"Move, move......"

Creech's eyes closed, not daring to look again. But after a while, there was no movement, and I didn't feel any pain in my face, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a hand catching the fist of King Kong.

Whose hand is that? There was no one else around, it was his own hand.

Creech looked incredulous, trying to grab his hand inward to see if he had summoned it. However, the hand did not move, and it was not moved by his will at all, only to see it turn half a circle, twist Jin Gang's arm half a circle, and then push forward, Jin Gang flew upside down to the wall behind him.

As soon as Jin Gang flew upside down, Creech's body did not hesitate too much, and galloped away, at the same speed as King Kong, who was flying upside down, and his fist continued to hit his heart until it passed through the entire civilian building and cut a deep ditch on the cement road.

At this time, Jin Gang had lost consciousness and could not feel the pain, so he became fearless, raised his head, stared at his bulging eyes, kicked his toes, and shot through the hole in the wall.

However, for Creech at this time, King Kong's speed was far from enough, and with a wave of his fist, Creech's hand was raised and catched.

Was it Creech who caught it? No, it was just an arm catch, and his sense of behavior has been deprived, and only his ideology belongs to him. That is to say, at the moment when the heart suddenly vibrates violently, the body no longer belongs to him.

Since the body does not belong to you, to whom does it belong? Maybe no one belongs, and the act of fighting with Jin Gang is just a conditioned reflex, an instinctive reaction.

Obviously, Creech's cultivation is higher than the ontology of the consciousness of the rampage, and the rampage consciousness has not been able to take away his ideological consciousness, but only deprives him of the consciousness of his behavior in this time and space. However, if there is no ideological regulation of behavioral consciousness, it is like a madman, if others provoke him, he will pounce like a wild beast, bite and scratch wildly.

Because Creech still has ideology, in the eyes of Jin Gang, he is not the same kind, and his duty is to eradicate the alien in addition to guarding the "King of Zombies".

There is no doubt that he will not continue to fight only if Jin Gang's head falls. However, he is a man of steel, and even if he saws his neck with a chainsaw, it may not hurt him in the slightest. So what is the point of this battle, and what has it become? In the battle between machines, there is no difference between profit and defeat, only constant killing.

Compared to Jin Gang, whose consciousness is completely asleep, Creech's current situation is like struggling in a nightmare, his mind is awake, but his body is asleep, and he wants to sit up but can't get up, and he is extremely uncomfortable. At this time, he wanted to act according to his own ideology, but his limbs did not listen to the call and acted against him.

Although Creech looked bitter, it was much better than when he first entered the fourth state and was completely unconscious, at least he knew what was going on, and he would not be even more bitter when he woke up like being drunk and not knowing anything about what he had done.

After Creech knocked King Kong out again, the muzzle and bazooka of the soldier zombie had locked him, the trigger was pulled again and again, and the bullets were sandwiched between the shells, and they were densely strafed.

Creech tried to close his eyes and turn his head sideways, lest his remaining eye be blinded. But who would have thought that he could still move his head just now, but he couldn't do anything at this time, except for his ideology, his whole body was not his own.

His eyes were not closed, he looked at the bullets that came at him, and when he thought that his one eye was going to be blinded, he felt that he had avoided the rockets on the side of his head, and galloped forward, boom, boom...... His body was like a train, crashing into the soldiers who were firing.

In an instant, the soldier and the car on the side soared into the air one after another, and after a while, there was a boom and boom...... Soldiers and vehicles were scattered and covered the entire street, some soldiers were crushed under the cars, some soldiers were smashed on the cars, and some soldiers and civilians were piled up......

It looked like a sad image, but there was no wail, only the sound of iron being moved, and it rattled. The zombies are getting up, picking up guns on the ground and moving on to the next round of attacks. And the soldiers who were pressed by the car were pushing the car hard, making a clanging sound.

With that blow just now, Creech was taken aback by himself, what happened to him? His combat power is multiplying, moving towards a combat state with aura space.

"Could it be that there is also an aura in this plane? No. Creech asked himself, answering his own questions at the same time.

What was going on, Creech didn't know what was going on, but saw that the dense bullets were about to shoot again. This time he did not dodge, his feet spread out to the sides, as if he was making a horse step, and then he clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and with a force, a powerful wave of air rushed out of him.

As the air flow struck, the ground shook like a strong earthquake, but everywhere the air flow passed, it was reduced to ruins.

The air flow emanated from the center of the infected area, and it was only when it reached the two or three hundred meters of isolation zone that it turned into a strong gust of wind, blowing on the people who were looking at the dementia.

People are not afraid of death when they see dementia, or do they have long expected that the air currents will not affect them? Apparently not, they were scared to the point of dementia. After a while of the strong wind, the people who were stopped by the soldiers outside the isolation zone to watch the excitement suddenly rioted, and the shouts of terror resounded in the sky.

……

On the highway from Donghai City to Dongcheng City, among a row of army-green military vehicles, a shout came from the window of the Changfeng cheetah walking in the middle: "Stop." ”

"Chief's ......"

It was none other than Wang Pingguo, commander-in-chief of the military region. His shout frightened the three people in the car for a moment, but the driver ignored it and continued to drive the off-road vehicle, while the colonel of the co-pilot turned around and looked at Zhou Guoliang with an embarrassed face.

Why did Wang Pingguo get so angry, there is no doubt that he saw the ruins from the tablet in Zhou Guoliang's hand.

"Didn't you hear?" Wang Pingguo turned his head to Zhou Guoliang, and his tone was full of anger.

Zhou Guoliang hesitated, but still responded: "Yes, chief...... Stop the car. The second half of his sentence was what the colonel in the front passenger seat said.

"Yes." The Colonel answered, and the order was relayed.

"Let the helicopter come." The car hadn't completely stopped, Wang Pingguo said again.

"Chief's ......"

"It's an order, didn't you hear that?" Wang Pingguo shouted, then ignored Zhou Guoliang, opened the car door and was about to get out of the car.

When Zhou Guoliang saw the situation, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was ruthlessly thrown away by Wang Pingguo. Zhou Guoliang, who was bored with himself, had no choice but to turn around and say to the colonel: "Call the helicopter over." ”

Wang Pingguo limped out of the car, obviously his right foot injury was not light, maybe he didn't choose the fastest means of transportation at the beginning because of this!

There were very few vehicles going to the East Side, but the vehicles behind them had set up roadblocks, as if to let the helicopter land here.

Although the sky was clear, and the pale white moonlight poured down, without blocking it at all, the mountain wind was still blowing, and Wang Pingguo, who was standing outside the Changfeng cheetah and bowing his head and contemplating, looked a little thin.

An army-green coat was put on, and Zhou Guoliang shouted with concern: "Chief." ”

Wang Pingguo didn't answer him, let him stand on the side, glanced at his lame leg, and said, "Let the unmanned bomber of the third artillery go over and blow it up!" ”

In this mountain wind, his words seemed a little understatement, as if he was going to blow up a city, it was such an understatement.

"There's ...... above"

"Above, on the other." Wang Pingguo burst into foul language, turned his head, and shouted loudly, "I am the commander-in-chief, this is an order." ”

"Yes, Chief." Immediately, Zhou Guoliang stood upright and sang loudly, as if he was calmed by his momentum.

At this moment, the two helicopters at a high altitude descended to a height of five or six meters, circling, and had no intention of landing, and then saw a cloud ladder hanging down from the sky. Looking at the ladder, Zhang Guoliang glanced at Wang Pingguo, took a step forward, took the ladder, and climbed up.

Zhou Guoliang, who got on the helicopter, turned around and put an OK hand down. The colonel below saw the OK hand, and also made an OK hand, then turned around and shouted, "Chief." ”

Wang Pingguo did not respond, took the ladder handed by the colonel, kicked his feet up, stepped on a ladder with great difficulty, and then did not move.

As soon as the colonel saw that Wang Pingguo had grasped the ladder, he immediately retreated, raised his hand and circled the helicopter.

Zhou Guoliang and a soldier on the helicopter saw the colonel's gesture, and immediately leaned down, struggling to collect the ladder and pull Wang Pingguo onto the helicopter.

What happened to Wang Pingguo? Obviously, he couldn't climb the ladder, either because his waist was bad, or because his limping leg was too badly injured to climb up.

After a while, Wang Pingguo was carried onto the helicopter by Zhou Guoliang and the soldiers, and when he sat down and stretched his legs, the helicopter slowly circled upward.

As soon as the helicopter circled upward, the colonel on the highway gestured for the vehicle on it to continue moving forward.

When the car re-lifted and started heading towards Dongcheng, the helicopter also rose in altitude and adjusted its angle, and as soon as the fuselage leaned forward, the helicopter flew in the direction of Dongcheng.

Everything seemed to be calm, but Wang Pingguo in the helicopter gritted his teeth unnaturally, took a deep breath, and looked bitter.

"Chief's ......"

Zhou Guoliang shouted with concern, but he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Pingguo's hand. So Zhou Guoliang stopped his mouth, didn't say any more, leaned back against his back, pinned his head out of the window, looked at the pale mountains and forests below, and was distracted for a long time.