Inkmark walked quickly into the command post of the refuge camp.

"Do you know a bug? To be precise, it's a small zombie that looks like a cockroach. ，”

"I haven't seen it." The commander of the command post shook his head and said. "Threatening?"

"Yes, one or two, I'm not afraid, I'm afraid that there will be hundreds of thousands of them at one time." Inkmark said. "I can't quite handle this stuff either."

"Do you know about the weaknesses of these zombies?" The chief asked.

Inkmark shook his head. "Just knowing, they're afraid of the sun."

The chief frowned. "I'll take care of it, and the most important thing now is to get you out of here safely."

Inkmark was reluctant. "I'm leaving, what are you going to do?"

"That's our business." The chief smiled wryly.

"Buzz! Buzzing! "The siren sounded suddenly.

"Bang!"

Someone pushed open the door in a panic and ran in. "Mourning...... Zombie! Bugger! I ran in from the sewer on the third basement floor! ”

The chief slapped the table and stood up. "What are you afraid of?"

Inkmark followed and stood up and walked out. Before he could speak, the chief took the first step and said, "You hurry up!" ”

"I haven't received the order to leave yet." Inkmark stopped him.

Visibly impatient, the chief grabbed Inkmark by the collar. "Remember! More than our lives, I want to see these zombies disappear forever! I order you to board now! Get lost! ”

Inkmark opened his hand and glanced at him. "I knew in my heart that I would make it my first requirement to live, but until then, I wanted to try."

Inkmark strode out. "Whatever you tell me, I'll do my best." Ink thought of the people he had saved, his words of gratitude and his eyes of hope, and he secretly resolved to do his best to save them.

The policeman next to him wanted to come forward and forcibly take him away and take him to the plane.

The chief waved his hand. "Let him try, he can't stop it. After all, more than 5,000 lives, full assistance to him. ”

Listening to the hurried sirens, the noise around her, and the sound of busy footsteps, Mo Ning'er fidgeted. Zhang Xuwen also stood up nervously.

Inkmark walked out.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Mo Ning'er groped her way to her feet in a panic.

Inkmark hugged her. "You go first, the computer room, I'm going to go to the next interview and give it a try, I'm sorry for you, Brother Zhang, my sister will be handed over to you first."

Zhang Xuwen nodded.

Inkmark let go of his hand and prepared to leave, led by five police officers.

"Don't!" Mo Ning'er grabbed Inkmark's hand and shouted.

Ink Mark said softly, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." ”

Mo Ning'er lowered her head and let go of her hand. But the moment he let go of his hand, he regretted it again, and reached out to grab it again, and grabbed it empty. I had to follow the footsteps of the ink marks and watch him leave.

"Let's go, your brother is so tough, it's going to be fine." Zhang Xuwen comforted.

Zhang Xuwen saw that Mo Ning'er didn't react, so he pulled her sleeve and forcibly took her away.

He must not be in danger......

So, is that why you don't have to help him? Condensation, hee-hee.

……

"Zombie invasion! Zombie invasion! Everyone immediately retreats to their rooms! ”

Sirens kept ringing, people were panicking, but there was no serious disturbance, and officials and police were directing people to evacuate and maintain order.

Inkmark was a little puzzled. Why don't you order them to evacuate to the roof first, it's a sunny day and can effectively suppress these bugs. Could it be that so many people can't fit on the roof? Ink marks.

"Hello comrade, I am the police officer who has come to assist you." A policeman walks briskly towards the inkmarks.

"I'll be briefed right away." Inkmark grabbed him.

"When we first found these bugs. It was about 10 minutes ago. It was just ...... at first"

"Tell me the point!"

"We've sacrificed 10 people. The third floor of the basement has completely fallen, and there is a second and first floor, which can be said to be in the past, but we have also closed it, and filled it with some inclamible preparations. Set fire to it and stop it. ”

Ink marks and the others struggled to communicate as they walked down against the fleeing people.

"Can you let in some sunlight?"

"It doesn't seem to work."

"In that case, I can only delay a little time for you." Inkmark said.

"Thank you."

They pulled down the elevator and followed a squad of police officers to the second basement floor.

Bugs swept up like a tidal wave. Wave after wave, they kept squeezing out of the sewer pipes, doorways, and all the gaps.

More than a hundred people have already been devoured by these bugs.

People endured their grief and watched their comrades being eaten, picked up ***** and burned the insects with their comrades. One after another, fire dragons were spitting out and burning the bugs, and the air was filled with the stench of burning proteins.

"Hurry up and go up! Hurry up! A soldier with a ***** roared. Because this ***** is only enough to fire three times per fuel tube, and after three times it will be dumb and fire. And all of them ***** now there are only five left.

"Rush!" One person gave an order.

A group of people, both police and police, and the general public, rushed forward with two barrels of gasoline, and they were going to pour it into the sewer and the third entrance.

Tentacles appeared on the back of the ink mark, rolled up two gasoline cans and rushed forward.

"Ahh What is it! They were startled by the tentacles of the ink.

Immediately one of the fighters turned their guns to the ink marks. If the policeman hadn't stopped them, they would have opened fire.

Ink Marks didn't care about that, and his only thought now was to stop these zombies from spreading upward. Ink Marks opened his left eye and looked around to prevent any emergencies.

As soon as Ink Marks opened his eyes, he noticed a red dot running towards a person next to him. The ink streak stood in front of the man, and his left hand stabbed forward. At this moment, a ball of fire also burst out of the flames. The ink marks scattered the flames with one hand, and hundreds of insects flew around in flames. Sputter into the crowd.

"Ahhh People are bitten by bugs.

Some people fell to the ground in pain after being bitten, and some people endured severe pain and rushed into the fire to die with these insects.

"Da Da Da!" Machine guns in the back began to fire at the bugs, but with little effect.

Someone tried to give up and run back. He was killed by his own people.

"Onward! Rush! Rush! Don't go back! "A commander picked up a gun and fired a warning shot.

They were also not allowed to go down to the wounded who had fallen to the ground, because they had no way of knowing for sure whether they were infected with the virus.

Ink Marks looked at the blazing flames and the black pressure that kept reporting the insects that came up. At one point, he felt small and powerless. Every weapon on his body is useless against these things. Are you going to give up again?

Inkmark gritted his teeth, tentacles collecting gasoline drums as much as they could. The black mist began to swirl around, slowing down and corroding the bugs. "Cover me!"

Inkmark sprinted, aiming for the entrance to the third basement level. He's going to rush through the fire, step on these bugs, and take the fuel somewhere. Then he immediately turned back and shot and ignited in the process.

The two remaining armed police soldiers leaned over to the ink mark. "We're covering you!"

Inkmark immediately charged. The fire around him was blazing, and the air around him was shaking from the heat. The burning pain began to spread little by little through the body, and the ashes were stuffed along the organs into the lungs......

"Don't ——!" Mo Ning'er let out a hoarse roar when she saw the back of the ink mark about to disappear into the sea of fire.

As if roared by a storm, the flames and bugs were engulfed by an invisible vortex of energy, gathered together, and exploded.

"Boom!" A powerful shock wave swept back and forth in this basement, and the entire refuge camp trembled.

The world was much quieter after the explosion, with only sporadic flames still flickering.

"Brother...... Brother ......" Mo Ning'er cried and walked in the basement looking for ink marks.