A night demon broke through the window and pierced a man's chest, its bloody claws seemingly grasping a bright red heart. Before he could exert his might again, several long and short blades struck, and the night demon shook off the unlucky ghost's corpse, although he received a few blows on his body, it still could not affect his mobility.

The Daredevil's body was larger than that of the average human, and his explosive power was much stronger, and his arm was his weapon, and a sweep almost freed the weapons in the hands of those who were terrified. The Daredevil roared and lunged at a man with a short fork in his hand, unable to outpace the Daredevil despite his best efforts to avoid it. The claws swept across his neck, taking away a piece of flesh and immediately spurting out a stream of blood.

During this period of time, Zhang Zhao has not only exercised and improved his functions, but also learned a lot of how to use knives. Guo Rong has practiced martial arts for several years, learned two or three sword routines, and usually takes Zhang Zhao to practice when he is bored. The difference between a person who has practiced and an ordinary person lies in the ability to change on the spot and react. At least when the opponent makes a move, the brain will react like a condition to make a cracking and attacking action.

Zhang Zhao is not stupid, just lazy, but if he wants to survive in the last days, how dare he be lazy. The night demon ran around like crazy, and for a while, the personnel inside the second floor panicked. At the window that Langchen was sticking to, there were constantly night demons trying to break in, and they were basically killed by him before entering the window. As for the other windows, because of the night demon entering the house, everyone was also distracted and in danger.

Seeing that another night demon was about to crawl in, Zhang Zhao's brain was hot, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, so he pulled out two Tang knives and rushed towards the raging night demon.

Whoever is afraid of death is likely to cause everyone to die, and as long as someone is desperate, it is possible for others to live. Zhang Zhao trotted two steps, and the night demon seemed to sense that someone dared to take the initiative to attack him, and roared at Zhang Zhao. In the time of one breath, Zhang Zhao was only two steps away from the night demon, raised his knife and jumped up, slashing towards the night demon's head. There were about seven or eight wounds on the night demon's body, and the purple flashlight had made the originally pale skin even more unsightly.

In fact, it was exactly the same as Zhang Zhao thought, the Tang knife in his hand did not hit the night demon, and the moment he swung the knife, the night demon's strong arm had swept him to the ground. Then, the Daredevil's two claws pressed his arms down, and he pressed his face closer, his mouth wide open.

The night demon's big mouth was only less than twenty centimeters away from his face, and he could even clearly see the flesh and blood on his fangs, and the foul-smelling mouth was still salivating. Zhang Zhao was also blinded this time, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't drink much water today, he would probably be scared to pee. The night demon didn't seem to be teasing him, and didn't immediately open his mouth to bite him, if he had eyes, I don't know what kind of eyes they would have.

The two arms were caught, and there was nothing they could do if they wanted to resist, and in a hurry, Zhang Zhao didn't know where the courage came from, and shouted hysterically: "I'm drafting Ma!" Ah......h

I haven't screamed so loudly since I was a child, and after this sound, even I felt as if my throat was about to burst. Unexpectedly, the night demon, whose face was too close, jumped up in fright by this sudden roar. At the same time, the Daredevil also tried to cover his ears with his hands, looking pained.

His hands were freed, Zhang Zhao took advantage of the night demon's madness and involuntarily, quickly picked up the Tang knife at hand, and slashed at the night demon's head, along with the hands covering his ears, all of them were cut off. The Night Demon was killed, and his body slipped to the ground like a pile of mud.

The scene just now, the people around who wanted to come forward to help were also stunned, it was clear that Zhang Zhao was about to become a ghost under the mouth of the Night Demon, but somehow, it was reversed in an instant. For a moment, the Daredevil seemed to have lost his ability to resist and was allowed to be slaughtered.

"This is ......" Zhang Zhao himself was incredulous, recalling the scene just now, he had a surprise discovery: "The night demon's sense of hearing and smell is beyond the creatures currently known, is it ......?"

Most of the second night demon had already stepped through the window, and two men were holding him with long sticks, and he couldn't hold on. Zhang Zhao shouted at everyone: "The night demon is afraid of sound, everyone shouts loudly." ”

The people in the room heard Zhang Zhao shouting like this, and they were a little inexplicable, and they didn't know what to say. The person who reacted first, after thinking for a few seconds, shouted at the night demon at the window. The night demon's fierce body suddenly paused, and his movements became sluggish.

"It's working!" Seeing this, everyone shouted even harder, and the weapons in their hands also beckoned to the Night Demon. After all, manpower is limited, and after shouting for a while, some people's voices are hoarse, and some people are choked by themselves.

"No, it's not enough." Zhang Zhao hurriedly ran out the door, he had to tell everyone about the weakness of this night demon, and at the same time, find a way to make a louder and longer sound.

All three floors were damaged, and even the third floor had a night demon pounce on it, which was dealt with by Donna in time. There was a commotion among the survivors hiding on the third floor, and the safety they relied on would be disastrous once shattered.

Zhang Zhao hurriedly knocked on the door, knocking one by one, shouting: "Where is Miaomiao, where is He Miaomiao?" ”

After knocking on the doors of three rooms in a row, I saw He Miaomiao and Li Yan, who were holding purple flashlights, come out of it. Zhang Zhao saw that they were all right except for the fear on their faces, and it seemed that their room was still safe.

"What's wrong?" Li Yan asked first.

"Miaomiao, where is the generator, I need electricity, the night demon is afraid of ringing......" Zhang Zhao didn't have time to answer Li Yan, so he asked He Miaomiao directly.

Seeing the slimy blood on Zhang Zhao's body, He Miaomiao and Li Yan were both stupid, it can be seen that he is alive and well, and there is nothing wrong with him: "The generator is downstairs." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Zhao running out, and He Miaomiao also shouted loudly: "The room next to Li Zijing is the broadcasting studio." Zhang Zhao hurriedly went downstairs and faintly replied that he knew.

The sliding door on the first floor was distorted by waves of Daredevil, and the downstairs layout had the largest number of people. At first, the night demon attacked with lightning speed, and many people were injured, and after escaping into the car, after such a long time, several people were knocked out by the night demon and pulled out. There were less than ten people who had safely escaped into the building, and they had already fended off several waves of night demons, and many corpses were piled up outside the door.

"Cheng Peng, where's the generator?"

"What? Dynamo? Suddenly pulled by Zhang Zhao behind him, Cheng Peng almost fell.

"Yes, generator, the night demon is afraid of sounding, we need to make some big noise, we can block their movement, where is the generator, take me quickly." Zhang Zhaodao.

The two ran into the next room, and the windows on the first floor were sealed so badly that there was no light. The generators were already ready and wired, as long as they were connected to the purple lights installed on several buildings outside the building. The Daredevil attacked, and unlike what was planned, now the lights were either destroyed or useless at all. If Zhang Zhao hadn't come to find it, he would probably have forgotten about it.

Zhang Zhao briefly told Cheng Peng about his plan just now, including asking him to cover himself to go to the broadcast studio in the next building. "This tank of oil can drive the electricity of a building, but it can only last for about three hours." Cheng Peng said.

"That's enough." After confirming that the generator could be used, Zhang Zhao found a flat steel in the house, and then said, "After I go out, you start it immediately." ”

After a lot of effort to pry open the sealed window at the back, Zhang Zhao first carefully stuck his head out, and saw four or five night demons hanging from the windows on the second and third floors, and two on the first floor seemed to be injured. "I still have ten bullets, I can only cover you to the opposite building, and the rest is up to you." Cheng Peng's ten bullets were still put together by everyone, and they were reluctant to use them unless they had to.

The two injured night demons on the first floor also noticed the movement of this window, dragged their mutilated bodies, and crawled towards this side. If it is an ordinary zombie with the lower half of the body broken, the speed of action will be weakened a lot. But the Daredevils are different, even if they break their feet, they can keep up with the speed of a trot by relying on the strength of their arms.

Zhang Zhao responded, turned over and jumped out, and Cheng Peng also leaned out half of his body and shot at the two night demons leaning against the wall. If it was just these two injured night demons, there was no need to worry too much, but as soon as Zhang Zhao went out, the two night demons first roared. Before the end of their lives, they managed to attract the attention of their peers. On the second floor, there were two night demons who looked down, and although they couldn't see it, they could feel the movement, and they roared wildly and jumped down.

After dealing with the two injured night demons, Cheng Peng hurriedly pushed the cabinet next to him over and blocked the window. The distance of six or seven meters is normally only eight or nine steps, but these eight or nine steps are enough to make my heart beat. Zhang Zhao, who was running, felt the night demon on the top jump down, didn't look back, ran into the building, and kicked the door with his backhand. As he ran up the first flight of stairs, he heard a loud bang on the door behind him, and he was knocked open by the Night Demon.

Countless alpacas rushed by, and the race against time was in this desperate moment, and at the slightest pause, the night demon would pounce. With three floors and six stairs, Zhang Zhao gave full play to his potential, and there was only one thought in his heart, and that was to run.

The night demon's roar was in the back of his head, and seeing that he was about to reach the broadcast studio on Li Zijing's floor, Zhang Zhao only felt a fishy smell getting closer and closer. There is a feeling of cold hair standing on end, like a vicious dog, chasing after you less than a meter, and the other party always almost bites you. Zhang Zhao's heart is like this now, he waved a Tang knife in his hand behind him, feeling the Tang knife enter the flesh, and the night demon roared and stopped dumbly under the pain.

It was this wave of his hand that bought him a few seconds to run into the broadcast studio and close the door with his backhand. The night demon he had plotted against slammed even more fiercely on the door of the broadcast studio. Fortunately, all the valuable equipment stored in this broadcast room is a security door, which is extremely strong.

After Cheng Peng went out, he started the generator, and now several buildings next to it are electrified. It's just that the small generator is not powerful enough to make the electrical appliances in this building run normally. The last time he came into contact with this kind of equipment was in high school, when he was in school, he talked about a little girl from a campus radio station, and saw her operate it a few times. But this machine is not the same, in desperation, Zhang Zhao had to hurriedly turn on and off according to the phonetic letters marked on it, he can still understand it, and turn all the switches marked on and on.

"it!" The broadcasting equipment seems to be working normally, but the biggest problem arises. Zhang Zhao rummaged through the cabinets and drawers next to him, and only found half of the damaged disc, not to mention any USB flash drive. In this broadcast studio, don't you put on some music in your spare time?

Outside the door, the two night demons violently slammed into the security door, and if it continued like this, even the pure steel one would be smashed.

"I'm drawing up Ma!" Desperate, Zhang Zhao threw the half of the disc on the ground, and just as he was annoyed, it seemed that there were a few strange voices outside the building: I draft Ma, Sima, Ma, Ma......

Zhang Zhao's mind was like being struck by lightning, he jumped up happily, picked up the dusty, inconspicuous microphone, and shouted Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. Just as he thought, the outside of the building was also repeated, not only a few nearby buildings, it seemed that all the loudspeakers in the entire factory area were repeating these words.

Zhang Zhao turned up the volume to the maximum, and the broadcast system was able to operate normally, but it could not play passionate music to interfere with the night demon. Suddenly, Zhang Zhao didn't know what to say, and was stunned with the microphone. The night demon outside the door became more and more fierce, and the cracks in the door around the burglars began to fall dust.

Zhang Zhao took a breath, closed his eyes, and then blurted out a series of expletives without pause. After scolding for more than ten minutes in a row, it seemed that he could feel the painful roar of the night demon outside, as well as the cheers of the base members. The more Zhang Zhao scolded, the more interested he became, and the more he scolded, the more excited he became, and he had to regard himself as an orator full of wealth, and those night demons were his audience. At this moment, these three small hours are his performance time alone.

The scolding was tired, the scolding was out of words, he simply roared the song, regardless of the words, regardless of the tune: if you want to stay, you don't want to stay, I just want to sing a song, leave the song......