What the hell is the place?

There are people who regard this place as a high-level base, quiet is quiet, and it is true that no one comes and goes, but this environment is really worse than a little bit or two.

It was pitch black and silent, not at all like it was inhabited, but she was sure he wouldn't give her false information.

With a wave of her hand, several people who followed her disappeared into the shadows, surrounding several entrances and exits of the old hospital.

Zuo Anan held a dagger in his hand, his steps were as light as a cat, and he couldn't make a sound even if he walked on the road even on the ground full of stones and rubble and glass.

A few people in the secret secretly admired, walking can be like this, there is this construction site, and there is only Miss Zuo, right?

Ordinary people have not been trained for ten or eight years, so they don't want to practice like this, or this is not a skill that ordinary people can practice at all.

You know, there's broken glass on the ground that rattles when you move a little.

It is precisely because of this that these people did not follow up, for fear that one of them would accidentally make a disturbance and alarm the enemy.

Zuo An walked steadily, watched and listened to all directions, walked to the center of the hospital, looked up at the windows of some rooms that were still intact, and there was no interesting light.

Wouldn't anyone have already run away?

She walked into the outpatient hall.

The empty hall, the self-service terminals have collapsed and destroyed, the lights on the ceiling have been smashed down, the service desks are stained with old blood, and there are several corpses lying on the wall, which have been dried like dried corpses, which is very terrifying.

There was not a single light in the whole hall, and it was cold and cold. Dead air.

Zuo Anan frowned, she was a person who had died once, and she was not afraid of such a scene. But it still feels a little infiltrating.

She looked up the stairs, black and hollow, not knowing what was up there.

Maybe there is a hidden target, or perhaps, there is a bad existence above, which doesn't feel good.

Maybe there are a lot of guards around that target?

They are the ones who get a blood sample that has been infected, like AIDS. Scratch a little bit into your flesh and you're done, the weather and the environment now. People's resistance is very important, people with poor physique are prone to heat stroke during the day and colds at night. It is easy to get injured at work. Everything should be inferior to others.

So Zuo Anan stood in place and thought for a moment, the gentleman does not stand under the wall, she is a person who cherishes her life, and she can't send herself to adventure for a goal.

She's not afraid to take risks, but she doesn't have a hobby of being fearless either.

She turned and took two steps, and suddenly a figure came up, and the iron door of the rolling shutter grid at the entrance of the hall was pulled down heavily.

Zuo An'an's eyes sharpened, and a small flying knife was thrown over.

The man didn't have time to hide. With a scream, he fell to the ground.

Zuo An'an immediately went over and tried to pull up the iron door, but found that it had been locked.

She immediately looked for another exit.

Behind the counter, a few black shadows suddenly appeared.

Stiff. Skinny, manic, waving his arms, he jumps over the counter and rushes towards her!

Oh my God, zombies!

How did zombies end up here?

And there was no sound at all.

Zuo An'an immediately found out the reason, these things are third-order zombies!

Second-order zombies already have a little power, and third-order zombies are certainly even more so.

And part of their throat has been gouged out, their vocal cords are destroyed, and they can't make any sound at all.

Someone is raising these zombies! These throat wounds are man-made!

Zuo An'an's thought flashed, and he hurriedly retreated.

The zombies' vocal cords are gone, but their teeth and nails are still sharp, and they can't touch them at all.

One, two, three......

There are actually five zombies, and three third-order and two second-order, if they are all second-order, she won't take it seriously.

But when the three heads and three orders attacked together, Rao was also feeling her scalp tingling and the pressure was huge.

Third-order zombies can run and jump, their reflexes and speed are amazing, and they are as if they were made of King Kong, and ordinary weapons can't hurt them at all!

Zuo An'an jumped onto the service desk, and a dagger stabbed into the palm of a third-order zombie that pounced on.

It was almost like sticking to a rock, and the force of the shock made her arm numb, but her arm strength was amazing, and she still kept her palm firmly on the service desk.

The zombies went berserk, pulling their palms, and the entire heavy wooden table at the service desk was shaken by it!

Zuo An'an jumped into the service desk, pulled out his pistol, and shot it in the eye.

It had one side of its head, and the bullet hit the cheekbone, but it didn't go in at all, only the flesh was broken, leaving a small mark on the bone.

"Hell!"

Zuo An'an had never fought with a third-order zombie in his previous life.

Her best state is only a little stronger than the best third-order martial artist, and when the third-order martial artist appears in the human race, the third-order one has not yet appeared among the zombies, and it may have appeared but did not meet the human.

She had only heard that the third-order zombies were completely different from the second-order ones, it was like opening the plug-in and wearing a golden bell jar all over her body.

Many powerhouses died when the third-order zombies first appeared, because they took it for granted that the third-order was only a little stronger than the second-order.

"Roar!" The zombie that had no vocal cords let out a hollow and vague roar, its expression was extremely hideous, the rotten flesh hung on its face, its sharp teeth were dripping with fishy water, and one of them overturned the service desk with a dagger in its hand, it didn't feel it at all, and pounced on Zuo An'an.

The four zombies in the back also pounced.

Zuo An'an was blocked in a dead corner, and in front of him were five zombies who were fierce and furious because they were hungry for food.

She stepped on the upside-down service desk, picked up her true qi, jumped up, flipped over the zombie's head, fell to the ground, stretched out her arms and returned her hand, the dagger slashed through a ray of light, and the head of a second-order zombie fell to the ground.

She was stained with blood.

His face was more like the ice and snow of December, and it was extremely cold.

She threw out a flashlight, and the snow-white beam of light folded in the air, dazzling, and the other second-order zombie was attracted to run over because of his lack of intelligence.

The other three-headed third-order ones also looked over there.

Zombies have poor eyesight, but they are still sensitive to light.

Zuo An'an dodged by, appearing behind a third-order zombie farthest away from his companion, holding the dagger in his right hand, holding the end of the dagger handle in his left hand, and stabbed the dagger into the zombie's cervical spine with a low shout.

There are only skin and ligaments in this place, and this ligament has been decomposed because of the corpse, even if it has evolved to the third order at this time, the ligament is not as strong as the bone.

A knife stabbed into it.

The zombie was furious, but its head couldn't turn, and it didn't know what nerves it had hurt, and its lower body froze.

Zuo An'an didn't wait for the other two zombies to surround him, quickly dodged away, and pounced on the second-order zombie who had crawled to the side of the flashlight that fell to the ground. (To be continued......)