"Suspicious target found in position 1, modified Grand Cherokee, unable to observe the internal data of the vehicle, speed 50, no tail!"

"Keep watching, and if you find out that the target is coming from there, you know what to do!"

"Kill him twice! Hey, bro, I love that, tell me, where did you get this idea? ”

"The GIs who went to the south said that the little fat man was a pervert, you know...... Hey, now isn't the time for small talk, keep your eyes on your target, if something goes wrong, I can't save you! ”

"Okay, okay, I know what you're going to say, with me here, you can put your heart in your stomach."

……

"A little fat man from the south? Perverted? Hehe, you group of old and young people in the Forty-Nine Cities, is this how you evaluate me? The Grand Cherokee, known as the perverted little fat man from the South, had a smile on his lips, and on the roof not far away, a faint flash of light had already fallen into his eyes.

……

"Boy, tell Dad, you're driving a car alone, wandering around a city full of zombies, is school out for the summer vacation?" The man with a sly smile on his face under the highly camouflaged urban gilly suit had already judged the number of passengers in the car by the load-bearing level of the Grand Cherokee.

His mission is to monitor any move that may pose a threat to the forward base behind him without alarming anyone, any zombie, whether the target is a person or a zombie, once there is any abnormality, he has the right to destroy it without any warning.

He originally thought that today, as usual, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, the zombies wandered aimlessly, and the passerby A and B, who occasionally appeared in the warning area, would soon leave, instead of the bed bugs sent out by those annoying radicals, after a day of boring lurking, go home and take a comfortable hot bath, have a big meal or something.

Until this inexplicable Grand Cherokee broke into his warning area and lingered, the target was driving a vehicle that was not commonly used by bed bugs, armed Toyota pickup trucks with the "swastika" logo, and the man had already pulled the trigger in his hand and nipped the threat in the bud.

"Hell!" The man who was monitoring the Grand Cherokee's every move suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality, and in several buildings near the road of the Grand Cherokee, several strange huge figures suddenly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the shadows revealed their hideous shapes, smashers that had broken through the already dilapidated façade of the building, smashing into the ground like meteorites, and their target was the Grand Cherokee driving on the road.

Pitfall! The man instantly recognized the zombies' most common ambush method: when the target entered three-quarters of their ambush circle, these berserk fellows would choose to fall from the sky, and the height of the twenty-story building plus the weight of the smasher itself was enough to smash the country's most advanced main battle tank into a discus.

If the man himself is replaced, his only choice is to increase the throttle and rush forward, if the luck is so good, at least he can pick a life to come back, which is one of the few guys who can still live in such a trap and exchange their lives for experience.

But the owner of the Grand Cherokee apparently did not encounter such a lucky one, because he chose to make a U-turn instead of accelerating forward. Accelerating, drifting, and accelerating, the friction between the Cherokee's wide tires and the asphalt produces a lot of green smoke, this series of actions is perfect in the eyes of any connoisseur, and in the eyes of men, the Grand Cherokee is the perfect to rush into the trap of the zombie army.

"That's all I can help you with." Seeing that the path of a smasher falling coincided with the path of the Grand Cherokee, the man could no longer care about the possibility of being exposed, and pulled the trigger on the smasher in mid-air.

In the case of a hasty shot, the man could not guarantee that he would be able to kill a smasher with one shot, even with the anti-materiel sniper rifle M99 in his hand, but the 12.7mm caliber bullet and terrifying kinetic energy were enough to deflect the smasher in mid-air, at least not hit the fleeing Grand Cherokee.

When the 150 decibel gunfire of M99 rang out, the Grand Cherokee actually made a small maneuver, although the amplitude was not large, but it was just able to avoid the attack of the smasher, but because of the man's shot, the huge body of the smasher fell sideways in front of the maneuvered Grand Cherokee.

The violent impact instantly caused the Grand Cherokee to rush into the air crookedly, and then fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times and then came to a stop on its side, leaving only half of the wheel still spinning helplessly.

The man's eyes widened, he didn't expect that his good intentions would do something bad, under such a collision, even if the people in the car were still alive, he had no possibility of escaping after losing his means of transportation.

Silence, silence, time seemed to have been frozen, except for the still spinning tires, and just as the man was about to give up hope, the door of the Grand Cherokee flew up, and a heavily armed figure leaped out of the carriage at an incredible speed.

That's impossible! The man's eyes widened again, and the guy who rushed out of the Grand Cherokee seemed to be carrying a weapon such as a firearm on his back, but he was holding a dark scimitar in his hand, and a smasher that had just landed was in front of the driver, and before he could react enough, the driver jumped high, and the scimitar in his hand drew a strange arc.

It wasn't until the driver had already rushed out of the way that the body of the smasher fell to the ground, and its head had already flown out of its old height, and the driver had already raised his head at this time, and his deep gaze seemed to have locked on the man.

The man had long forgotten the principle that he had to retreat immediately after the shot, and all he could see was the dark scimitar that was spinning and getting closer and closer to him.

With a "poof", the scimitar slashed across the top of the man's head and directly "inserted" into the mouth of a zombie dog that came in the air, and the poor guy didn't even let out a wail, and then there was no movement.

"Thanks!" After throwing a grateful glance at the driver, the man directly gave up the M99 on the rooftop, picked up the Type 95 assault rifle beside him, and after a little thought, he turned around and pulled out the scimitar that was "inserted" in the mouth of the zombie dog, and rushed towards the retreat route that had been set up for a long time, but before that, he still needed to kill the large group of zombies attracted by the gunshot.

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