Lao Hei jumped up, but ran in the opposite direction of the hotel, beckoning me to follow. I was surprised, but it must have made sense that he was so desperate to rescue his son, but he was not in a hurry to run over there, so I followed closely. Unexpectedly, I was in a hurry, and I almost fell, leaning against the wall and panting.

Old Hei came back to me, looked me carefully from head to toe, then picked up a stone and wrote on the ground: Are you sick?

From the time I came out to the present, I have been feeling that my body is getting heavier and heavier, but there is no other way than to resist. I took a deep breath, stood up and said, "Out of the way!" ”

Old Black nodded, and began to lead the way in front, this time he didn't run fast, looking back at me as he ran, taking care of my physical strength. I panted and kept up as best I could. We walked through the rockery trees and flowers, entered the interior of a high-rise building, and finally stood at the door of the residents on the first floor.

A big circle was drawn on the door. Old Black opened the door and pointed inside. When I looked over, I was stunned by what I saw, a room full of weapons: rifles lined up against the wall, pistols lined up on the coffee table, grenades piled on the sofa, bazookas lying on the TV stand, cartridges and drums occupying the dining table, boxes with all kinds of bullets and grenades piled in the middle of the living room...... I've never seen so many weapons. Looking at the rifle in his hand, he turned his head to Lao Hei and said, "You picked up so much!" That's what I have? Of course, Lao Hei couldn't answer, he raised his paws, pointed in the direction of the restaurant, and roared "cough", his voice full of anxiety.

With so many weapons, it is impossible to bring them all, so you can only take one of them. I walked briskly into the room, put down my rifle, picked up a Type 95 LMG, emptied my backpack, and began to stuff drums into it. I started to feel dizzy again while pretending. I shook my head hard, but I didn't feel better, my chest was abnormal, and I was very depressed because of something blocking my throat. After the back pack was full, it was so fucking heavy that I almost couldn't get up.

Lao Hei also hurried over to help, he found a small bag, loaded four drums and carried them on his back. The Black Skull has thick bones and explosive power, but its muscles are atrophied and its strength is small, making it impossible to carry more things.

I took some more 92 pistol magazines, filled my pockets, and shouted to Lao Hei weakly, "Okay! Let's go! ”

One person plus a zombie, and the two of them went to the restaurant together. The backpack was pressed on my back, and I staggered when I ran, and the old black looked very worried, but he couldn't express it, so he could only help me get rid of the zombies coming up from the side or back. The Black Skull is agile, but it is greatly limited when it carries things, but it is still not a problem to take out a single zombie. But if he comes to a group, he can't deal with it, such as those outside the hotel, relying on two paws to poke one by one, the efficiency is too low, and I am afraid that I can't finish poking until dawn.

Close to the hotel again. The hotel is surrounded by special zombies, and there are a lot of them, if you suddenly turn around and rush up, you can't parry it at all. I didn't dare to make a second move, so I entered the upper floor closest to the hotel again and pried open the door of the first-floor resident. Ordered Lao Hei to guard the door, while he opened the window, set up a light machine gun, and aimed at the heavy shoulders of the zombies in front of him. They had their backs to me, desperately trying to squeeze into the restaurant.

I was excited: I didn't have enough bullets before, and I was chased and beaten by zombies. Now it's good, Lao Tzu can ask for your life as much as he wants. As soon as the trigger was pulled, the light machine gun immediately roared, and the bullet slashed over the head and face, hitting the zombie's back.

Rotten meat flew everywhere, and zombies fell in pieces as if they had encountered a harvester. The zombies that hadn't fallen heard the gunshots and turned around and pounced on me.

I shot at them head-on, shattering them to pieces, and my heart was so happy. Quickly finished playing a 75-round drum, and looked at the ground, more than a hundred zombies had fallen, and those zombies were crowded together, and one shot could wear several pieces, and the killing efficiency was very high.

The zombies at the back of the hotel also arrived, so I quickly changed the drums and continued to slaughter them through the window. Watching them fall one by one is extremely sour.

After the two drums were played, the zombies near the hotel were almost dead. I didn't expect it to be so simple. I turned back to Lao Hei and said, "Go, go and get your son out!" ”

Two out of the tall building, there will still be sporadic zombies suddenly jumping out. I was so tired that I didn't spare any ammunition, and as soon as I saw it, I pulled the trigger, and often five or six bullets were fired together, directly turning them into a hornet's nest, even if there was no headshot, it was enough to make them fall to the ground.

The two of them ran to the door of the hotel, and Lao Hei went up to pick up the corpse, screaming "cough" in his mouth, and banging on the door frantically.

Soon the door opened, and inside stood a half-grown boy with a pistol in his hand. Lao Hei was emotional, stood upright, and opened his slender arms, wanting to come forward and hug him. The boy took a step back, raised his pistol, and shot Lao Hei in the chest. Hei Laohei was suddenly shot, bent down and lowered his head with a painful expression, and his body shrunk into a ball. The skeleton bones are alienated, hard as iron, but the pain is still known.

I was taken aback, instinctively raised my gun and aimed it at the boy, shouting, "What are you doing?" But the old black grabbed the stab from the stab while covering the wound, and quickly stood between me and the boy.

I felt a pang in my heart: Isn't this kid Lao Hei's son? Is the old black lying to me? After all, he is a zombie, and he is no longer human. If you lie to me, then I will be in a very dangerous situation; After all, to him, I was the equivalent of a loaf of bread! So the muzzle of the gun was facing Lao Hei, and his eyes were staring at him tightly, not daring to slack off in the slightest. As soon as there is any movement from the old black, I will immediately pull the trigger and beat the old black and the boy behind him into a sieve.

Old Hei's expression was painful, and the bullet fired by the boy got stuck between two ribs in his chest, and black blood began to flow out. As he shielded the boy behind him, he stretched out his claws with difficulty and swung at me, signaling me not to shoot.

I was on guard with my gun, what the fuck was going on, this one was desperate to save that, and that one was shooting at this. Seeing the boy poking his head out behind Lao Hei, he asked the boy, "What's your name?" ”

The boy wiped his tears, looked at me vigilantly, and replied, "Yang Liang." ”

I nodded, pointed at Lao Hei and asked, "Is he your father?" ”

Yang Liang suddenly became angry and said loudly: "He's not my father? ”

Lao Hei was curled up covering the wound on his chest, turning his head sharply when he heard the words, but he slowly lowered his eyes, and his eyes were dim.

Yang Liang kicked twice behind Lao Hei and shouted, "Get out, you're not my father, who wants you to stand in front of me?" Who wants you to sell well? He beat me to death just so I could see my mother! ”

Lao Hei stumbled with a painful expression, and when he saw that I didn't mean to shoot, he cautiously stepped aside. Yang Liang twisted his head to the other side, not even looking at Lao Hei, but tears began to flow in his eyes.

I looked at Yang Liang and then at Lao Hei, and I understood a little in my heart: Listening to this meaning, Lao Hei is indeed the father of this little rabbit cub. But something happened between them, and the little rabbit didn't recognize him. The biggest possibility is that Lao Hei has turned into a zombie, and this little rabbit cub can't accept it in his heart! Thinking about it, I can understand, if my father becomes like this, do I recognize it or not? I couldn't help but hesitate for a while. I thought again: Anyway, my father is long gone, and I don't want to think about it.

Suddenly, another thought popped into my mind: If Xiao Lin became like this, what would I do? As soon as this thought came out, his chest seemed to be slammed, his blood was churning, his mouth was open, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.