What is there to say?

Ran Xiong didn't say much, directly untied the equipment on his body and threw it to Ran Feng, and jumped into the basketball court after a while.

"Wow, cats and dogs are in!"

"Then, let's ask our helmet to mourn! Wearing a helmet, pointed nails on its hands, and sharp teeth, it was the death of a young man who had been hungry for eight months! Presumably now it is a young woman mourning in front of it, and it doesn't want to rinse its mouth at all! It's just dry~"

"Haha, I bet that cats and dogs will be bitten by him, the bite will be fragmented, the flesh and blood will fly, and there will be no bones left!"

"Well, we'll see!"

Sure enough, from the corner on the other side, the former players' tunnel? A zombie staggered and roared into Ran Xiong's field of vision.

Its shape is indeed young, but what is even more terrifying is that it is tall, looking at least 1.9 meters! It also wears a welded rugby helmet on its head, revealing only a large and terrifying mouth, which screams and makes it easier to eat.

"Whew!" Helmet Fu seemed to have also discovered Ran Xiong's figure, roaring and rushing up, it was excited, it was hungry!

"A fool is a fool!" Looking at the fierce charging helmet, Ran Xiong shook his head, he was confident about this kind of thing that was not a beast and a beast, he turned around and ran, without lingering, let alone procrastinating.

Yes, just ran.

Anyway, thanks to the construction mode of the basketball court, the small two-meter high platform around the basketball court is enclosed, and Ran Xiong can't run out.

"The direction in which the cat and the dog are fleeing is the wall? He's finished, he's finished, let's wait and see him being torn to shreds by zombies! The fat commentator was excited, what he liked most was to see the bloody scenes, and the refreshment of human flesh being torn!

Decelerate, accelerate, always maintain the body distance, not far or close, a brake can not control the inertia.

The goal was to rush straight to a wall, and Ran Xiong only made a sharp turn when he was about to get close to the wall, even if the zombie's claws were behind him, even if the zombie's fangs were close to his neck.

Play is the heartbeat, play is the thrill.

"Bang!" The helmet slammed into the wall

Do sows go up trees? Anyway, Ran Xiong didn't know, but at this moment, he knew that zombies wouldn't turn sharply.