Outside the city, on an abandoned farm, three men in camouflage uniforms are discussing something fiercely.

"I said Custer, you're really willing to shoot in the end!" Scott wiped the sniper rifle in his hand, "I could have played for two more days, look at it, if you shoot down, our entertainment projects in the past few days will be directly ruined by you!" ”

Custer, who carries Gatling, always gives people the wrong impression of being honest because of his strong body, but in fact, although he looks more honest, he is the most ruthless character of the three.

"Alright, that way we're less at risk of detection." The guy known as "Boss" snuffed out the cigarette in his mouth, "We were crazy enough last night, and having a chance to relax in such an emotionally tense place can be regarded as a kind of psychological adjustment!" ”

"Hey, did this stupid girl really believe that our team needed a female machine gunner?" Seeing that Custer didn't have a desire to talk, Scott was bored with himself, so he ignored him and chatted directly with the leader, "In this kind of era, you can really meet this kind of stupid white sweet who does things without brains, and he is not ordinarily beautiful!" ”

"Hmph, but it's a pity that a woman of her age already has a boyfriend or husband!" Castor let out a "bang" and put down the Gatling in his hand in a sullen voice, "It's no longer as tight as a little woman in her twenties, but her figure is okay, and her skin is elastic enough, and it's not easy to stay in this environment for a few years and still be like this." ”

"Now look at what you said, you were the one who didn't pity the most last night, right?!" Scott pouted, "Honestly, I love to see her begging us to let her go, and women are the most lovable when they are at their weakest!" ”

"Ha, so you're gentle with her?!" Custer scoffed, "That empty bottle is your masterpiece, right?" Haha, how many times have I said it, I am not good at that side, so I went to buy some flesh and blood of mutated zombies to tonify and tonify, it is said that this kind of thing can aphrodisiac......"

"That's what the outrageous hawkers spread this rumor to deceive the buyers!" As always, the leader doesn't like to joke, "The flesh and blood of those mutated zombies are worth a lot of money. Although we ordinary people are immune to the virus of mutant zombies, as far as I know, most of the mutant zombie flesh and blood that can be circulated on the black market are made from chickens, ducks and poultry meat after drying! This 'drug' has no side effects even if you take it, so those people in the government don't bother to care about these small traders and hawkers, and over time, they have contributed to an industry! ”

"Hmph, I'm just a hobby, and I don't have any hidden diseases." Scott muttered.

He didn't mutter, but this muttering was suspected of wanting to cover up, causing the other two men in the car to laugh!

Scott was a little annoyed, and just as he was about to argue something, the "head" suddenly raised the automatic rifle!

"Boss, this kind of joke won't kill me, will it?!" Custer looked at the boss who suddenly picked up the gun in horror, "You're kidding, right?" ”

"Don't talk, be on guard, there's something coming!" The leader bent down and cautiously glanced out the window, but found no sign of the zombies.

"Zombies?" Scott had already picked up the sniper rifle at this time, and he was not the one with the strongest firepower, but in terms of range, he was the most powerful guarantee for this team!

"Bad luck!" Castel once again raised the Gatling to the door, a farm log house with only two windows and a wooden door, and the three people present chose such a building to live in, in fact, in order to be able to respond at any time in a pinch.

"Strange, why not?" The head frowned, a puzzled expression.

"Boss, you can't hear it wrong, do you?" Custer was the first to put down the heavy Gatling, and despite his strength, it was also very physically exhausting to carry this thing all the time. In addition, there was a lot of tossing last night, and my old waist is still a little weak at this time.

"It's windy outside, and it's normal to have some wind and grass once in a while." Scott used the scope to observe the movement around him, and there were no zombies or anything like that in his field of vision, "We cleaned up the neighborhood before we came, what else can we do there now?" ”

"I'm not sure, but ......" The leader was a little reluctant to speak, and his years of fighting career made him feel that this matter was not so simple, and the countless experiences of escaping death in danger made him particularly sensitive to dangerous smells.

"I just heard a certain sound, and the wind can't blow it like that." "It seems like something has stepped on the sawdust, the xylem of the plant squeezing and deforming, with a slight creak and a crunch when it breaks," the leader affirmed...... There is definitely something! ”

"Is it a bird?" Scott reminded that "the zombie virus has no effect on birds, and some scavenging birds will even attack zombies...... Could it be that the zombies we killed attracted the birds? ”

It seems quite possible to say so. As the number of mammals, mainly humans, decreases, and the number of birds, reptiles, and insects increases, many of the missing links in the biosphere are automatically filled by nature. Especially under the premise that no small mammals can be infected with the zombie virus, the food chain with rodents as participants has not been greatly disrupted.

Perhaps, is it really that I am suspicious?

The leaders began to doubt their own judgment. This can't be blamed on him, after all, he is now forty-five years old, and his body has begun to decline at this age, and even some time ago, he has found that he is gradually becoming dazzled!

Let's hope you're wrong! He comforted himself, and he couldn't help but want to smile wryly at the thought of his age. At such an age, participating in this kind of out-of-town search is actually eating his old book, and when his experience can no longer make up for his physical defects, he will probably reward himself with a bullet at that time, right? A little extravagant, grenades are actually not bad......

Just as he was about to put down the weapon in his hand, a sharp alien tail pierced the wooden wall next to the door and stabbed hard into the shoulder of Custer's right hand!

The wooden wall was like paper paste in front of the sharp tail spikes, and the attack was fleeting, and before the three of them could react effectively, the attacker had already disappeared from everyone's view, leaving only a hole in the wall and Custer's bloody right shoulder!