Zhao Ke also noticed that the hand felt wrong.

Sticky and loose, carefully pinched, and a bit brittle.

It feels a bit like a skewer sold on the street, flesh and bone are connected.

After a second look, I realized that I was in a hurry and caught the wrong place.

Zhao Ke subconsciously pinched it again, and immediately heard the screams of the fat pig above his head.

"You son of a bitch, let me down!"

Zhao Ke looked back and found that the thunder he stepped on just now didn't explode.

While breathing a sigh of relief, he put the fat pig down.

"Our luck seems to be good, you see, the mine didn't blow up."

How can the fat pig have the heart to care whether the thunder is blown up or not.

He didn't even bother to care if this was a minefield now, and whether Xue Tong behind him would catch up.

Took off his pants.

Look down.

The fat pig cried......

"I can't see it!"

Fat pig is too fat, in reality he is not so fat.

But this disguise, for him, is a bit excessive.

The belly is too big, and when you bow your head, there are only two big mountains and one high ground.

Bending over and not being able to see their own little quail.

The fat pig thought about it, felt that it was still a little more subtle, and turned back to Zhao Ke and said, "Lao Tie, look at my cow...... No! ”

Zhao Ke: "???"

"Boom!"

Before Zhao Ke could understand what the fat pig meant.

Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of him.

A living corpse.

One foot just stepped on a mine.

Accompanied by a dazzling arc of electricity, the surrounding area of about five meters was vaporized in an instant, and there was not even any slag left.

Zhao Ke and Fat Pig shook their hearts.

A feeling of immersion made cold sweat break out on the foreheads of the two.

They're in the minefield now.

When he played the role of Mate on a mission before, Zhao Ke heard the dwarf Tuluca mention that this was a minefield.

I didn't expect that the mines buried in the minefield would be so powerful.

"Are we out of the minefield?"

The fat pig also forgot the pain in his crotch for a while, looked around carefully, and involuntarily narrowed the distance with Zhao Ke.

If you really have one foot down.

When the time comes, all quails that are not quails will become scum.

Zhao Ke looked around, and he didn't have a score in his heart, "It should be...... Possible...... I don't know. ”

"!"

The fat pig scolded, thought about it, and took out a thing from the mail book.

A golden hood.

Looking at the prop in his hand, the fat pig's face ached, "Heavy bleeding, this time it was really heavy bleeding, blood loss." ”

But just in case, I reluctantly activated the cover on my hand.

After activation, the hood was seen on the heads of the two people.

In front of the two of them, a very weak golden light shield was formed.

Zhao Ke tried to poke his hand a few times, and it felt quite hard.

Silently gave a thumbs up to the fat pig: "Cow...... B！ ”

", that's not what Lao Tzu meant?"

The fat pig actually wanted to open his legs and let Zhao Ke take a good look at him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He's a straight man of steel! Pure gentlemen.

Now in the crotch of the pants, the pain of the thief chicken.

It felt like a broken bone.

The fat pig broke out in a cold sweat, took out a bottle of white powder from the mail book, poured it on his hand, and sucked it hard.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the pain suddenly subside.

Although it is a drug, it is a very good painkiller for the postman.

As for the side effects, anyway, every time I return to reality, I will recover, so I am not afraid of any discomfort.

Besides, the postman's physique, even if he smokes every day, there will be no mess.

It's a bit addictive at best.

But who cares, the devil knows if he will see the sun tomorrow.

"Minefield!"

Not far away, Xue Tong frowned.

There are not many corpse birds in his hands, he was frozen by Zhao Ke before, and he cut a wave, and the rest of it is far from enough to threaten Zhao Ke.

But this is not difficult for Xue Tong.

"Humph! I thought you were so clever that you were just doing that? What a disappointment! ”

Xue Tong frowned, not because of the minefield.

Instead, he felt that Zhao Ke was too stupid.

How could such a stupid guy be his own prosthesis.

Is this an indirect insult to yourself?

The number of mutated living corpses is indeed not much.

But ordinary living corpses, how many or how many.

Aren't you hiding in a minefield?

Lao Tzu leveled the minefield.

I saw Xue Tong's kung fu when he said this, and he started to release it from the Great Xia Ding.

Densely packed with living corpses.

It's like taking out garbage from a gourd, pouring it out in a steady stream.

Seeing the fat pig's forehead in cold sweat, he squinted at Zhao Ke and asked, "Big breasts, is this your ability?" ”

Zhao Ke didn't admit it, and he didn't deny it.

Da Xia Ding's golden stamp, Zhao Ke is determined not to be easily exposed.

A dream gem has attracted so many rights and wrongs.

Not to mention, it's a gold stamp.

This building is exposed, what will I do in the future?

This time it's the Hound Pack, and next time, what if it's someone stronger than the Hound Pack?

Zhao Ke was not confident.

You can't summon your wife to wipe your ass every time, it hurts your self-esteem.

Besides, sometimes my wife is not easy to make.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke subconsciously pulled open his crotch and looked down.

Seeing this, the fat pig on the side suddenly looked a little unpleasant.

"Rush forward!"

Xue Tong pointed at Zhao Ke.

Suddenly, a large number of living corpses in front of him began to rush forward.

"What should we do, shall we go now?"

The bright light that kept exploding in front of him made the fat pig a little unable to open his eyes.

From time to time, the blasted stones smashed over, hitting the light mask in front of the two, and the sound of the bell made the fat pig's heart a little panicked.

Because he didn't know what Zhao Ke, a madman, was going to do next.

can only follow him all the way to the black.

Thinking of this, the fat pig began to doubt his divination for the first time.

According to the divination, only by following this guy can he have a glimmer of life.

Although it is an exaggeration, the fat pig believes in his own divination.

If he didn't have this divination ability, he would have died a long time ago.

"Don't you think such an open place is very suitable for you to play?"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he took out a rifle from the mail album and began to shoot at the living corpses not far away.

I couldn't fight before.

It was because they were not far enough away, and the terrain was too complicated at that time.

Plus I am still in the outbreak period of the S virus.

So I had to run away.

Now such a great opportunity, why not fight!

was reminded by Zhao Ke.

The fat pigs finally remembered that they didn't have to run.

It's not that the fat pig is stupid.

Instead, Zhao Ke ran wildly with his life all the way, and subconsciously only thought about how to run next.

I didn't think of how to fight back.

"You said it earlier, Lao Tzubai followed for so long!"

Although the fat pig is now lacking in ability and has become a half-waste, the fire support is still quite strong.

From the last time he attacked the hospital, this guy was alone, with all the firepower, and he overwhelmed the audience.

"Click!"

The heavy magazine box, like the holy clothes box hanging on the back of the Saint Seiya, was re-carried by the fat pig on his back.

Pull the bullet strip out of the box.

Two Gatlings, held high in his hands by the fat pig.

The mouth of the machine in the black hole is completely terrifying like a harvester.

In the World War II Iwo Jima landing battle.

Similar to the Gatling's large-caliber heavy machine gun, which was called the Butcher.

Of course, not to mention the more sophisticated Gatling at this time, and equipment like the Vulcan Cannon.

These ordinary living corpses are simply targets.

As the barrel of the twelve-barreled machine gun turned, the blue flames erupted into a deafening roar on the muzzle.

The huge recoil shook the fat man's body like a sponge.

It seems that for his volume, what recoil, does not exist.

"Dingdingding......"

The bullets were like rain, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with a thick layer of bullet casings.

Suddenly, the living corpses in front of him fell down one after another as if they were cutting wheat.

Mines are not needed at all.

With the heavy firepower of the fat pigs alone, these living corpses can't get by.

Xue Tong suddenly understood at this time.

Why did Zhao Ke come here, the mines in the minefield are not to stop the living corpses, but to stop themselves.

As long as you don't come close.

With the heavy firepower of the fat pig, even if it is a mutated living corpse, there is nothing to do with the two of them.

"Huh! Please help! ”

Xue Tong looked down on Zhao Ke again.

Continue to release living corpses from the gourd.

How many living corpses he had in Dading, Xue Tong had never counted.

Even infinite bullets can drag you to death.

Gradually, the fat pig began to realize that something was wrong.

"No, let's fight like this, when will we fight?"

casually threw the Gatling, whose barrel had exploded, on the ground and replaced it with the Vulcan cannon.

"Whatever, you just keep fighting."

Zhao Ke took out a bucket of pure water from the mail book, put Xue Jizi in the bucket, and suddenly the bucket of water quickly froze under the cold air, and put it on the muzzle of Gatling's gun.

"Zizi ......"

Accompanied by a puff of white smoke, it didn't take long for the red-hot barrel to quickly begin to return to normal.

As for the remaining ice cubes, they were grabbed back by Zhao Ke with his source hand and continued to be reused.

is obviously determined to fight a protracted war with Xue Tong.

As the minutes passed.

The fat pig's jaw cracked, even though his physique could ignore the recoil.

But after a long time, the body began to be unable to bear it.

"Hey, I can't hold it anymore when we fight like this."

Zhao Ke ignored him and just looked behind him.

You can see that at the root of the wall not far behind you, a wisp of grass is gradually rejuvenating.

"It's coming!"

"What's coming?"

The fat pig looked back at Zhao Ke, not knowing what this guy was talking about.

I saw Zhao Ke, silently from the mail book, a flare gun.

This flare gun is the flare gun that the short Tuluca gave himself when he was parting when he disguised himself as a guide Mays and went out on a mission.

Take a deep breath.

I saw Zhao Ke aim the muzzle of the gun at the sky and pull the trigger on his hand.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a cyan signal flare, like a meteor going against the sky, it drew a clear light mark in the sky.

A pair of black high heels, stepping on the ruins under his feet, appeared in Zhao Ke's field of vision.

Under the white hat, a face very similar to Zhao Ke was revealed.

It was none other than the commander of the Insurrectionary Corps, Kerry Russ!