The sudden sound of gunfire broke the silence in the darkness, and the head of the humanoid living corpse that was running rapidly a hundred meters away burst with a bang, and the headless corpse ran forward a few meters before falling to the ground with a bang.

One blow will kill, Chen Fan was really startled, but the remaining living corpse monsters were not afraid of the impact of this gunfire at all, and still rushed towards Chen Fan, and Chen Fan, who was excited, turned around and ran.

On the way to run, he pulled the bolt again, and the round-headed bullet in the chamber that was slightly fluorescent blue made Chen Fan feel extremely cordial.

Excitement stimulated the excitement of adrenaline, Chen Fan's speed actually increased again, opened the distance, turned around, the gunfire rang out again, and another ball of flesh and blood exploded, Chen Fan did not carefully observe his results, there were still four or five living corpse monsters chasing behind him, and he categorically could not stop and continue shooting.

The fastest shooting speed made by Hanyang is only 15 rounds per minute, and this also counts the time to reload bullets, Chen Fan doesn't know how many bullets are in this gun, but the ammunition capacity of this gun is only five rounds, and he still knows it, and he can't shoot continuously, every bullet has to be saved, two bullets have been fired just now, God knows how many more bullets this gun can shoot.

After running more than ten steps, a beam of light shone from the front, Chen Fan raised the gun in his hand vigilantly, and was about to pull the trigger, when he heard the roar of a motorcycle in front of him, and Yao Yong's exclamation: "Brother Fan, it's my ......."

Hearing Yao Yong's voice, Chen Fan's eyes narrowed, and although he was resentful in his heart, he still put down the gun in his hand.

The light had already illuminated the situation in front of him, Chen Fan was chased by four or five living corpse monsters, and he was still holding a strangely shaped rifle in his hand, Yao Yong saw this, gave up his intention to drive, did not turn off the car lights, and rushed forward with a knife.

The two brothers staggered, Chen Fan glanced at Yao Yong, but Yao Yong stared intently at the monsters behind him, just for a moment, Chen Fan stopped suddenly, turned around and raised his gun to aim at Yao Yong's back.

Yao Yong, who rushed forward, raised the black machete in his hand, not knowing that Chen Fan was aiming a gun at him at this time. The living corpse snake that rushed to the front opened its mouth wide and ejected from the ground like a spring, Yao Yong slashed the snake in two pieces from mid-air, and then sideways dodged the snake's head that continued to fly in the air.

A living corpse rat kicked the ground with both legs, like a sharp arrow close to the ground and bit Yao Yong's ankle, Yao Yong jumped up in the air and quickly fell, stepping on the body of the living corpse rat, but the machete in his hand swung at the other living corpse rat that had just jumped.

"Woo ......"

A gunshot rang out, and the last living corpse rat exploded in mid-air, Chen Fan pulled the bolt again, and ran forward with the gun.

The living corpse snake with only one head left on the ground was still opening and closing its mouth, and Chen Fan stepped forward and stepped on it into a meatloaf. Yao Yong slashed away the living corpse rat that pounced on him, but the living corpse rat struggling under his feet was almost unable to suppress it, Yao Yong squatted down, didn't care about the guy who was chopped off, stood up and stabbed the machete in his hand towards the mouse under his feet.

The living corpse rat that was chopped away had already crawled up with just one breath, and the striking wound on its body did not affect its movements in the slightest, but just as it was about to rush towards Yao Yong again, its entire head exploded with a gunshot.

Four shots, four bullets, four living corpses, all killed by headshots.

Yao Yong stepped on the body of the last living corpse rat, pulled out the blood-stained machete, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Chen Fan had already walked in front of him.

"Where ......"

Before Yao Yong could speak, the big fist of the casserole had already hit his face, and Yao Yong, who was half a head taller than Chen Fan, was so beaten by this punch that he crooked his body and almost fell to the ground.

"You still have the face to call me, do you know that Lao Tzu was almost killed by you? If I hadn't run fast, you wouldn't have been able to find my body, you bastard. Chen Fan yelled at Yao Yong.

"How do I know that hadrons have evolved so quickly, what do you want me to do? Leave him to run alone, or carry him and run two people who were killed by monsters together? Yao Yong covered his face and said angrily.

"Hadron evolved?" Hearing Yao Yong's explanation, Chen Fan's anger subsided a little and asked out loud.

"Or else? If he hadn't just run a few steps before he fainted, and then he ran into a few featherless chickens on the way, would I have ridden away? In order to ride this thing, Lao Tzu almost rushed into the field several times......" Yao Yong shouted.

"Okay, let's go, where's the hadron?" Ignoring Yao Yong's roar, Chen Fan turned around and walked towards the motorcycle in the distance.

Yao Yong rubbed his aching face, made a contemptuous gesture to Chen Fan's back, and then put away the knife and followed.

The two returned to the private house, Chen Fan reached out and probed Wang Qiang's forehead, Wang Qiang's body temperature was still very high, but evolution was a personal matter, and others could not help, so the two decided to wait for Wang Qiang's evolution to complete for the time being before driving home.

Chen Fan sat aside with the gun, now that he was safe, it was time to start studying the gun in his hand.

"Thirty-eight big cover? Where did you get that? Yao Yong on the side looked at the gun in Chen Fan's hand, and asked curiously after thinking about it for a while.

"Cover your braincase, this is Hanyang ......" Chen Fan squinted his eyes and looked at Yao Yong like an idiot.

"It's not all the same, it's all guns from World War II, where did you get this old antique?" Yao Yong rolled his eyes and said.

"It's different, Sanba is shorter, with strong penetration, but not enough lethality, and Hanyang-made has strong lethality but poor stability and accuracy. But ......" Chen Fan paused, pulled the bolt of the gun, revealing the blue bullet in the chamber of the gun, and continued: "This gun seems to be a little too powerful. ”

"You haven't told me where the gun came from, huh...... How is this bullet blue? Yao Yong glanced up, and when he saw the blue bullet, he asked with some surprise.

"I said I conjured up this gun, do you believe it? As for the bullet, I guess it's the blue mist. Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Why don't you say you broke a branch to make it? If you don't want to say it, forget it, show it to me, I haven't seen this old antique yet. Yao Yong rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to say.

Knowing that Yao Yong wouldn't believe it, Chen Fan shook his head helplessly and handed over the gun in his hand, however, at the moment when Yao Yong caught the gun and Chen Fan let go of his hand, the Hanyang made that seemed to be a substance suddenly turned into a cloud of blue smoke and drilled into Chen Fan's body.

"I ...... This...... Nima, is this really what you conjure? Yao Yong looked at Chen Fan incredulously and said.

"It turns out that this thing will disappear automatically when it comes out of contact with my body, so this is my exclusive ability." Chen Fan said with some joy.