All of a sudden, the people in the hall scattered and fled, stumbling under the tables, chairs, benches, basins, dishes, dishes and chopsticks fell all over the ground, the waitress who maintained Fang Jiaxing at the beginning was so frightened that she wanted to run away but her feet were as if she had a root, she was not big, and at this time, a husky the size of a calf stood on the table and stared at her condescendingly.

The waitress's face was no longer bloody, and there was no hysterical shouting in fright, she just closed her eyes silently in despair, and the huskies who were close could see the teardrops sliding from the corners of her eyes.

It's not quite right to say that it's a husky, it should be described as a mutated husky, only to see it open its big mouth to reveal two rows of blood-stained fangs and bite down at the waitress.

Just one bite bit her shoulder and half of her right chest, and there was no need to tear it back and forth under the bite force of the mutant husky, and the waitress had lost her human form after a few bites.

The chef of the restaurant heard the movement and ran out with a fat body, and as soon as he ran to the hall, he saw a huge black shadow pounce on him, and he screamed in horror, and was thrown to the ground before he could retreat, and the husky's gray-white pupils revealed endless cruelty.

It mutated and had a body close to one and a half meters long, but the huge force of the leap and pounce had already caused the fat chef to break a few ribs, and he didn't know what organs the ribs had punctured, and the fat chef spurted out a mouthful of blood after falling to the ground.

The bloody breath from the husky's open mouth almost made the fat chef faint, but he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't faint, and his mind was unusually clear.

The husky sticks out its barbed tongue and licks fresh blood at the corner of the fat chef's mouth, and each lick of the husky's tongue takes away a piece of flesh, and a new blood groove appears on the fat chef's face.

At this moment, there was no need for anyone's orders, and the sound of gunshots poured down from the third floor, and the zombies swarmed from the corridor to the small courtyard, from the small courtyard to the lobby and finally to the stairs.

But Captain Hong had no idea that the sound of gunfire in the sky was like a beacon to guide zombies and monsters in the dark night.

Basic skills are like ordinary pistols, better skills are like an AK or Type 92 assault rifle, and advanced skills are like a multi-barreled heavy Gatling, and everyone's mental power is like bullets, and if the mental power is too low, it is not enough to support the long-term combat of the firearm.

A weak snatcher forcibly carries Gatling and strafes, then the recoil of the gun alone can seriously injure the gunman, and if he forcibly charges without regard for his own body, it can only be destroyed and killed.

From the moment the first mutant dog appeared in the lobby, one after another zombies rushed in, and everyone turned pale.

Standing in the corridor on the third floor, Yu Hui and the others could be regarded as having broken through the sea of corpses and blood, their legs and stomach twitched, and the chrysanthemum was so tight that they almost peed their pants in fright, Xu Huan's first reaction was to shout down: "Run..."

When the fear is too great, people will feel that their vision is big and small, and the things they see are also near and far, and in severe cases, there will be tinnitus, incontinence, etc....

The people in the hallway on the third floor were either frightened to find a room to hide, or they were so frightened that they spun in place, or they screamed in fright.

The mutant huskies didn't rush up to the third floor, tasting their food while kicking away the zombies who dared to come and grab the food, they might be able to lead the zombie army to charge, but they couldn't be as agile as their arms and fingers.

When the gunshots rang out in the corridor, Chen Qian had already woken up, and before he could figure out the situation, Zheng Hao hurriedly opened the door of the room and shouted outside: "Go and move out the furniture and electrical appliances in the room."

When people were still in a trance, Zheng Hao shouted loudly again: "Stop...... Stop shooting... The bullets will run out in a while, and if you want to live, you should quickly block the staircase."

Even if Director Pan wanted Fang Jiaxing's reward again, he couldn't tolerate any more infighting at this moment, and there was a murmur from the walkie-talkie carried by Captain Hong, all the footsteps of the zombies at the gate and the low roar of the zombies.

Captain Hong left a few armed policemen with guns to guard everyone to demolish the luxurious decoration in the room, and everyone didn't want to die, so everyone was desperately carrying items to get back to the staircase at this moment.

More than a dozen people who were still alive in the lobby ran towards the staircase, and the evasive actions that were usually difficult to make were also smooth.

The zombie waved his claw over, only to see that the fat man straightened his chest and abdomen to avoid this claw, grabbed the stool behind him and smashed it on the zombie's head, and then rubbed his right hand on the rotating table, and the left hand relayed the whole person and flew up in the air, and I don't know where he got the strength to support his whole person to make such a perfect movement.

Out of the instinct of all animals to flee for their lives, the potential they are now unleashing is so terrifying.

The man with glasses ran upstairs like a national hurdler, and one step up was directly four or five steps, and he was not afraid of taking a big step and pulling eggs.

The screams of ghosts and wolves behind them became the motivation for them to run, and a little slower was the end of being swallowed by zombies, and only a few seconds after falling into the hands of zombies, only a pile of bloodshot pale bones remained.

The clothes on the back of the fat man who had just gone up the stairs on the second floor had been scratched, and he was about to be caught by the zombie with his arms outstretched, and he also grabbed forward in horror out of instinct, and did not hesitate to take the caught colleague back.

He didn't have time to think about the consequences of this action, and then he continued to run up without looking back.

As for whether the colleague he pulled back was dead or alive, he didn't care, and he avoided the sound of tearing muscles in his ears, he only hoped that he could be the one who was alive.

At the second corner, a man tripped over the stairs, his white bones were so glaring that they had pierced his muscles and his black pants, and his head was slammed against the concrete steps, and when he looked up again, the blood had already stained his face, and the blood gushing out from the sunken wound on his forehead stuck to his short beard and fell down the stairwell.

He jerked his head up as if he were haunted by a ghost.

But he hadn't fainted even though the pain had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he longed for someone to help him up, and he felt that he could save him again.

Usually, even if he accidentally cut his finger while chopping vegetables, the pain was enough for him to stomp his feet and curse hysterically.

But now that the leg bone was directly broken, he just frowned and didn't feel much pain at all, and the terrifying corpse tide had scared him into forgetting that he still had pain nerves, and he still insisted on looking like he wanted to get up and run for his life.

Although the desire to survive supported him, he miraculously got back up after a few struggles, and the pain spread to every part of his body, and the belated sting caused him to fall again.

One familiar colleague after another around him stepped over him without the slightest pause.

When the fat man also stepped over, the colleague had already stained his entire shirt red with his own blood, and he also hugged his big fat legs out of instinct, crying like a savior: "Ge fat man help me"

The man called Ge Fatzi glanced back at his brother-in-law, and then at the group of zombies close at hand, he stared at his eyes the size of copper bells and shouted fiercely: "Let go, you want to drag me to die together."

But his brother-in-law hugged his thighs and forced a weird smile for help: "Ge Fatty, you just take a hand, pull me up, and then I can still ..."

Without waiting for his fallen brother-in-law to say another word, Ge Fat lifted his 44-yard foot and kicked it in his brother-in-law's face, one kick did not let go, and the second kick followed suit, still not letting go.......

The zombie group has followed behind him, and has begun to feast on his brother-in-law who fell to the ground, because of the horror, Ge Fat's face is about to twist together, but his legs are still dragged by his brother-in-law.

Ge Fatzi watched his brother-in-law being fed by zombies, watching his brother-in-law being dismembered by zombies, and those blue, green, red, white, internal organs and intestines slipped out of his stomach, and he used all his strength to fly up and kick the corpse.