The mobilizers were getting closer and closer to the zombies, but there was no sound coming from under their feet. It seems that the mobilized soldiers are really absolutely obedient to Han Feng's orders.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer! Han Feng stared at the back of the mobilized soldier at this moment, and clasped his hands nervously.

Is it really not soundable? If you don't shoot, how will the mobilizers deal with this zombie? What can I do? What if I can't beat it? What should I do if I get bitten? Will this mobilized soldier turn into a zombie? Who the hell did that...... Han Feng's mind kept thinking about various possibilities.

Reality told Han Feng the answer, to be precise, the skill of the mobilized soldiers told Han Feng the answer.

When the mobilized soldiers were only four or five meters away from the zombies, the zombies seemed to notice something. Turning to face the mobilizers, he screamed and pounced.

I saw the mobilization jump up, and instantly rushed to the side of the zombie, holding the AK47 with both hands and bursting out with a devastating blow, the solid and powerful muscles are really not a joke...

"Boom!" There wasn't much noise coming out, and the zombie was hit in the head by the butt of the mobilizer's gun.

Think of a muscular hunk of 1.9 meters who slams a man who is only 1.7 meters in the head with the butt of a gun...... It's so violent.

The zombie flew three or four meters backwards after being hit. That's right, it was really three or four meters away.

I saw the zombies fall to the ground, and the mobilized soldiers followed.

The zombies who were hit hard did not die on the spot, and their stiff movements still wanted to grab the feet of the mobilized soldiers. Yes, the skull is the hardest bone in humans. Even a hard blow may not really blow it up.

However, the mobilizer moved faster, raised one foot and stepped on the zombie's head.

"Bang!" The zombie's head was trampled on! The red-and-white object exploded and sprayed the mobilizer's legs.

Under normal circumstances, the force of a human stepping on it does not cause a burst of the head. But the fatal blow just now had actually caused cracks in the zombie skull, coupled with the already powerful legs of the mobilized soldiers, to form such a situation.

The zombie that lost its head is completely dead.

It's also to blame this zombie for his bad luck, he just became a zombie and met Han Feng and the mobilizers. ended his zombie career in a hurry.

After killing the zombies, the mobilized soldiers returned to their military posture, as if they were waiting for Han Feng's review.

The coffee-colored leather jacket was stained with a little blood, and a few drops of blood slowly flowed from the butt of the AK47 in his hand. If you don't know about zombies, people will definitely think of war-torn areas when they see this scene. Headless corpses lay on the ground, and well-trained thugs stood beside them...... It is a vivid picture of thugs armed with hot weapons to torture and kill unarmed civilians.

But the truth is even more unbelievable, zombies that are more difficult to solve than riots!

Han Feng was stunned, he couldn't find any words to describe his mood at the moment. I was still thinking about the possibility just now, but the zombies were mobilized to solve the battle in a few seconds?

Han Feng swallowed his saliva, he couldn't believe that this weakest soldier in the Red Police was so fierce!

That's great! After Han Feng reacted, he was ecstatic in his heart.

"Found a treasure! Found a treasure! Han Feng said to himself in ecstasy. Because he knew that the stronger the fighters summoned by the Red Police, the greater his hope of survival.

Han Feng ran towards the mobilized soldiers with his waist bent, but he didn't dare to make too much noise under his feet. The joy in his heart diluted Han Feng's sense of smell and visual stimulation, and even the ground was full of minced meat and the strong smell of blood that Han Feng ignored.

"Let's go, let's go to the commissary." Han Feng whispered.

After the two of them quickly entered the commissary, Han Feng closed the door. Trying to minimize the sound coming out, Han Feng, who was not at ease, pushed out the bar counter of the commissary and blocked the door.

"That should be safe, right?" Han Feng muttered to himself while wiping his sweat.

"You keep the door and watch out. Notify me immediately if there is a situation, and remember not to shoot casually. Han Feng issued a series of orders to the mobilized soldiers.

"Yes!" After the mobilizer finished speaking, he walked to the door, always on guard.

Han Feng looked at the goods in the commissary, and picked up chocolates, Snickers, air-dried meat and other foods on the shelves. Han Feng knew that these things were extremely high in calories, and they could make him live a little longer than foods like bread.

There weren't many things in the commissary, a dozen pieces of chocolate, six pieces of Snickers, three bags of air-dried meat...... Just a plastic bag will fit it.

By the way, and water. Han Feng turned around and took a bottle of water from the shelf, unscrewed it and took a sip. "Cool!" Han Feng, who had been thirsty all morning, finally drank the first sip of water in the last days.

Han Feng took a bottle of water and threw it to the mobilizer, motioning for him to replenish the water as well, and then Han Feng turned around and picked up the bread again.

Tear open the package and eat directly. In fact, Han Feng is not hungry, but it is also a good thing to reserve more energy in the last days.

While eating and strolling, Han Feng found something good - canned luncheon meat and compressed biscuits!

That's right, what's best in the last days? Water, canned luncheon meat, and compressed biscuits, of course! Water is a necessity for the human body, and the shelf life of canned luncheon meat is super long, reaching three years! Needless to say, compressed biscuits are resistant to hunger, strong satiety, and have a long shelf life.

It's a pity that there are only two compressed biscuits. Canned luncheon meat, more than a few cans, four cans......

By the way, there is a small door behind the commissary. If you're not mistaken, it's a warehouse, right? Just check to see if there are boxes of canned luncheon meat and boxes of compressed biscuits. Although Han Feng knew that there was little hope, because the commissary was a commissary and not a supermarket after all. For items like this, which are not sold often, the store will not buy too many items at once.

But even if you don't have canned food or biscuits, the water is good. You can't just go out with two bottles in your hand, right? Desperate for two bottles of water?

After thinking about it in his heart, Han Feng opened the door of the commissary warehouse. After entering, he turned on the light casually, and because the place was small, Han Feng turned around and closed the door.

Han Feng, who had his head down, squatted on the ground and looked at the goods carefully, trying to find canned food or biscuits. But I didn't expect that danger was approaching......

The light reflected a swaying figure. After noticing the figure on the ground, Han Feng raised his head, but he almost made a face to face with the approaching zombie.

The zombie bent over and looked at Han Feng, and Han Feng squatted on the ground and looked up at the zombie. The beautiful picture was frozen for only a second......

"Ah!!h "Roar!! Two voices came out almost at the same time! The two hugged each other instantly.

Don't let him bite me! Absolutely not! This was the first thing that Han Feng thought of in his heart. Because now Han Feng understands the attack method and infection mode of zombies, which is by biting. So Han Feng knew that he had to stay away from the zombie's mouth!

"Help! Mobilizers! Come here! Han Feng remembered in a panic that there were still mobilized soldiers outside, so he shouted this sentence with a roar, and he couldn't care less about it. I hope the mobilization moves quickly! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will hang up!

"Bang bang." The sound of the door being pushed sounded. It's a mobilizer!

But what made Han Feng desperate was ...... The door is stuck with yourself and the zombies! That's right, the door is pushed inward...... And Han Feng and the zombies were lying behind the door! When the mobilized soldiers pushed the door, they also hit Han Feng on the head a few times by mistake with the door. It was unbearable to face the zombies in front of him, but he didn't expect to be "attacked by the enemy" by the mobilized soldiers.

The arm supporting the zombie had already consumed most of Han Feng's strength, and his head was knocked on the door a few more times. The body that was already tired suddenly broke its balance......

In an instant, the distance between the zombie's face and Han Feng's face was straight closer, and Han Feng could even see the remaining vegetable leaves on the zombie's teeth!

It's cold! It's so cool this time! I'm a fucking stupid pig! What a door! Don't have a long memory in the bathroom?! This time it's really a takeaway!

The power is getting smaller......

Han Feng's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a short iron rod, which, combined with the hole in the ground, should be a homemade door stopper. After all, you can't manually open the door every time you move goods.

This is the only "weapon" that Han Feng can reach.

Free one hand and push the zombie with the other. Finally grabbed the small iron rod with his right hand, but what could such a short little stick do......

No matter! Han Feng withdrew his right hand holding the small iron rod and poked it into the zombie's face.

Because one hand is supporting the zombie, he is slowly pressed close by the zombie. Finally...... Han Feng's left hand couldn't hold on. The zombie slammed into Han Feng's chest, and his right hand, which was holding the small iron rod, was squeezed between the zombie's face and his chest......

The zombies don't move. Zombies are dead......

Because the iron rod in Han Feng's right hand was inserted into the zombie's eye socket, and the zombie's face slammed into Han Feng's chest, causing the iron rod to enter the brain smoothly......

Han Feng survived, and killed the zombies when he faced them alone.

The mobilizers outside the door were still knocking on the door.

"Don't knock." Han Feng trembled a little because of his physical exhaustion. Pushing away the zombies on his body, Han Feng sat up. Faced with a cluttered warehouse, he fell into deep thought......

"Rustle." There was a noise at the end of the warehouse......

"Oh my mom and there's another one?! I'm bored......" Inside the door, Han Feng instantly stood up, opened the door and fled out......