People go.

It's a good thing.

Without them, Wang Shaoan's heart was much calmer.

Staying here, he knew exactly what he was going to do on his own.

Bank.

Wang Shao'an and his party crossed two streets with a team of more than a dozen people.

One and Wolf One were next to each other, looking around warily.

Strangely, not a single mourning monster has been seen so far.

So much so that there were many more scattered survivors on the streets.

In order to avoid accidents, Wang Shaoan summoned thirty marines again and assigned them to his side.

The uniformed procession quickly attracted the attention of some of the survivors, many waving and shouting from the balconies.

and grieved in Wang Shaoan's indifferent departure.

As for anger, who cares.

Turn another street, and at the end of the street is an alley.

Hundreds of meters in length, densely jammed with cars.

Be quiet.

It's still quiet and scary.

No light can be sprinkled here.

Wang Shaoan looked at the flesh-colored feet under the chassis of the car.

Dense.

Click.

Bullets are loaded.

Wang Shaoan took a few steps back.

The look was solemn.

"Pull one out."

After the team, a marine stepped out, without the slightest fear on his face, grabbed a foot under the chassis of the car, and dragged him out directly.

Like a dead body, there was no resistance.

Even if he was mentally prepared, Wang Shaoan was still disgusted.

A flesh-colored skull with white pus, protruding outward eyeballs, and no pupils.

The nose is flattened, and the mouth and lower are pulled into gluten.

Sharp nails grow on all four limbs.

Only the two steamed buns protruding on the chest prove that the prototype of the terrifying creature is a person.

People have never seen such creatures.

But even so, netizens quickly named the creature Mourning.

In a way, it's more terrifying than zombies.

It's fast.

Great power.

Unknown.

Perhaps thinking of something, Wang Shaoan motioned to the soldiers to drag the petite female mourning monster into the sun.

Blazing sound.

The mourning monster, which had not made any movements, suddenly opened its eyes and shook its body violently, as if it had been greatly injured, and struggled to climb to the marine, and quickly crawled under the car on all fours.

Bang bang!

A bullet pierced its head.

How could Wang Shaoan let it go so easily.

Wang Shaoan, who shot for the first time, fired two shots before hitting the opponent's head.

The powerful recoil nearly snapped his wrist.

Squatted down and looked at the slightly twitching zombie, which was the same as the zombie, a headshot kill.

It tastes like a piece of meat that has been smoked in the toilet for decades.

It's uncomfortable.

Are they afraid of the sun?

In order to prove this, Wang Shaoan once again asked the marines to drag out two mourning monsters and put them in the sun.

The two mourning monsters rolled over and wailed.

Some kind of conjecture was proven.

Fear of the sun.

Wang Shaoan couldn't help but think of the monster in the American drama "Blood Clan", who was also infected by cannibalism, but still maintained human sanity after death.

Walking in the dark, afraid of ultraviolet rays and mercury.

Except for IQ and appearance, the rest of the characteristics of the mourning monster seem to be somewhat similar to it.

But Wang Shaoan did not make up his mind.

You must know that yesterday during the daytime subway, the mourning monsters were also attacking people in broad daylight.

I just don't know why the current mourning monster suddenly became afraid of the sun.

But it's also a blessing for people.

At least.

The range of movement of the mourning monster stops within the five rings.

But even so.

There are still tens of thousands of people infected after the breakthrough of the quarantine zone last night.

Nanshi Railway Station.

The dense crowd is like ants.

Blocked on the platform.

People are noisy at all.

The staff on the platform stood in the crowd, their tiny arms waving constantly.

Huang Xi touched the sweat on his forehead, looking at the congested crowd, he had never felt so desperate.

As a post-90s platform attendant in the new era.

Responsibility keeps her on the front line, even though all the officers on duty at the entire Nanshi Station have fled.

The terrifying monsters of the Fifth Ring Road of the South City spread like a plague.

The railway station is less than a kilometer away from the 5th Ring Road.

There's a good chance the damn thing has spread.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Please line up and take your children!"

"Friends who get on the bus, please take care of the elderly and children."

"Dear passengers and friends, the Nanshi Railway Department will implement free rides on all trains this time."

in the crowd.

Entrance.

A mother limping in with her baby in her arms walked in.

People are running away.

No one bothered to help.

Hurrying.

Escape is paramount.

In addition, who does not hold important people in their hands, how can they have extra hands to help others.

The mother of this special situation quickly attracted Huang Xi's attention.

"Do you need help?"

Huang Xi couldn't stand it anymore.

The young woman stepped down from the platform and held her mother, who was about to fall.

"Thanks, my foot is broken, can you help me?" The woman looked up, revealing a friendly face.

"Yes, I'll help you hold the baby."

"No, I'll do it myself, kid." Hearing this, the woman hugged the child tighter.

"Okay then." Huang Xi reluctantly grabbed the woman's arm and followed the crowd into the platform waiting area.

Several trains were already packed.

However, there are still a lot of people who keep pouring in.

"Excuse me!"

"Let the children and women go first!"

Huang Xi's thin body squeezed through the people in front of him, and successfully sent the mother and son to the door of the train.

Just as she was about to leave.

But the woman grabbed her hand.

"Thank you, come with us and help us again."

Looking at the woman's almost pleading tone, Huang Xi's heart softened.

"Okay."

Huang Xi's ponytail flicked and flicked, and he helplessly pushed the woman's buttocks to get into the car.

Three rings.

China Construction Bank.

Boom.

Wang Shaoan looked at the stacks of cash in the vault with satisfaction, and couldn't help but grab a handful excitedly and throw it into the sky.

Funeral monsters ravaged Nanshi.

Money is already dispensable to people, but here in Wang Shaoan, these bank vaults are his second pot of gold.

Just a branch vault of China Construction Bank brought him 10 million points.

Enough to exchange for a full 100,000 marines.

Mourning.

It seems that there is no longer a cause for concern.

But this is also what Wang Shaoan is afraid of.

The technological content of the thug soldier has surpassed his knowledge of the world.

One, their hot bodies are not fake.

The bullets and weapons are also real.

It's a mystery.

And the present.

It's better to live yourself.

Wang Shaoan himself couldn't think of it.

The end of the day came.

He seemed to be invincible.

After noticing that the mourners had been hiding in a dark corner for some kind of short hibernation, Wang Shao'an summoned a thousand soldiers again in a no-man's land.

The strength of two battalions.

All of them went to various banks in Nanshi to carry out blasting.

And he himself was back to the supermarket with One.

Rest.

on the bed.

Listen to the No. 1 report.

"Chief, they have been transported to safety, and the convoy is returning."

Wang Shaoan snorted.

Close your eyes.

He was really sleepy.

When the sun sets before it slips.

The teams that executed the blasting points of the bank vaults returned one after another.

Boxes full of banknotes were moved into the supermarket.

Although he was mentally prepared, the number of 500 million still made Wang Shaoan float.