It turned out that Wu Binghai was under the attack of the dead corpses like a tide, and he knew that he could not resist the enemy. In the midst of the chaos, he was in a hurry, and struggled to break the necks of the two dead corpses, and then put their corpses on his body, deceiving the corpses by deceiving him, but the corpses did not care about him, so that he was able to save his life.

Wu Wei wanted to say a few more ridiculous words, but the current situation is still critical and he is not out of danger for the time being. The corpses have also been gathered. He didn't dare to say more than half a word, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he quickly pulled Wu Binghai up from the ground. Wu Binghai got up, but he seemed to have a very tacit understanding, and naturally went back to back with Wu Wei and put on the rack.

Wu Wei saw that he was not dead, and a big stone in his heart finally landed, and he felt indescribably relaxed. At this time, he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You scared me to death just now." I thought you were dead. Hey, can you do it? I just suffered a knife wound last night, but don't brace yourself if you can't do it, hurry up and lie on the ground obediently and continue to pretend to be dead, and I'll help you report a work injury when the time comes. "The words are ridiculous and sarcastic.

"Okay~ If there's anything you can't do!" Halfway through the words, at this time, a dead corpse pounced on Wu Binghai at an inopportune time, interrupting their conversation.

Wu Binghai was on one side of his body and easily avoided it. followed by a punch, although he was injured in the lower back, but the punch was still fierce and fierce, and the punch immediately hit the left chest and heart of the dead body. The punch was so strong that it knocked it back a few steps and slammed it into the wall. I heard "Bang!" again. A gunshot rang out, and the corpse had an extra red dot on its eyebrows, and a mist of blood erupted from the back of its head, splattering against the wall. Then the back of his head was pressed against the wall, and his body slowly slid down, leaving a long blood mark on the wall.

"Oh! The marksmanship is not bad! Deputy squad leader! I didn't expect you to sit on the office stool with your ass for so many years, and you can still maintain such superb marksmanship, tsk... It's really rare~" Wu Binghai's tone was very excited and surprised as he spoke, and at the same time, he couldn't stop kicking his hands and feet, blocking the several corpses that rushed forward in front of him.

Wu Wei hadn't heard the word deputy squad leader for a long time. It immediately brought back many memories of his time in the army. I couldn't help but smile and relax on my face. He pulled the trigger and said with a smile: "Deputy squad leader, I'm old, and my eyes are not good." Don't you see that I wear glasses now? If I didn't have these reading glasses, I guess I'd be half blind. He tapped the frame of his glasses with his free hand, emphasizing that he couldn't do without it.

The two were back to back, dealing with the dead bodies in front of them, and there was an indescribable synergistic tacit understanding with them.

"Huh?! Why didn't you bring me with you? Wu Binghai asked, strangling the neck of a dead corpse with his right arm.

Wu Wei turned his head sideways to avoid it, attacked in front of him, poked the muzzle of the gun upward, resisted the chin of the dead body, and scolded with a smile: "Who knew you were here, I thought it was a doctor or a nurse." Besides, don't you know that the police force has a rule that no gun will be assigned if you do not carry out your duties. After saying that, he pulled the trigger, "Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced through the Heavenly Spirit Cover from the bottom to the top, shooting straight into the ceiling. In front of him, the corpse bloomed on top of its head, its brains splashed on the walls around it, and its body fell to the ground like mud.

Wu Binghai let out a "hum" sound in his nose, loosened the wrist of his right hand, pushed the head of the dead corpse with his left palm, and pushed the dead body in front of him in front of Wu Wei behind him. Then another gunshot rang out, and just as it was delivered, the corpse's head blossomed and fell to the ground.

"You're the captain, and you're up to you. Don't press me with regulations. I'm not going to eat it. While speaking, Wu Binghai seemed to be in a small mood, his hands were raised, his feet kicked out, and he pushed and kicked the three dead bodies in front of him in front of Wu Wei.

Although it was pushed and sent, the strength of the hands and legs was used just right, Wu Wei didn't need to move the muzzle of the body at all, and the heads of the dead corpses came up one by one, leaning on the muzzle of the gun. It looked like a queue to be shot.

The ducks that were delivered to the door could not be allowed to run away. Wu Wei pulled the trigger one after another, and the gun rang out, without hesitation. Then he said helplessly: "You are enough." Don't throw it at me again. I haven't had time to deal with it yet. ”

"No way, who let you have a gun. Those who can work hard, go to you! As soon as the words fell, Wu Binghai pushed a few more over.

The tacit cooperation between the two is like telepathy, and they know each other's every move. There is no gap in the match, like an iron wall. In the face of the attack of the corpses, the two showed ease and became more and more courageous the more they fought.

Wu Binghai is like a beast out of the cage, punching and kicking, whirring and windy. Relying on his physical superiority to torture and beat the dead, he is fierce and fierce. Wu Wei is like a calm hunter, agile and agile, and wears Yang in 100 steps. When Wu Wei needed to replace the bullet, Wu Binghai was responsible for blocking the frame. When Wu Binghai was difficult to support, Wu Wei would always unexpectedly release a cold gun from behind to relieve him.

The two sometimes attack and defend, sometimes rotate positions, alternate offense and defense, and cooperate seamlessly. Although it was a vicious fight for their lives, the two were talking and laughing, and they had no fear.

The two will also joke and quarrel from time to time, and one said, this guy sent you to deal with because he looks like your long-lost good twin brother. The other said, "If you look closely, you look like you a little more, and then you kick the dead body back."

The dead body has become a plaything in their hands, and it will be given to you when it is said to you, and it will be given to him when it is said to be given to him. I can't tell that this is a back-to-back battle, but it looks like a friendly match with endless fun.

The two worked together seamlessly, attacked and defended in a good way, and soon turned against the guest. The corpses, which have an absolute advantage in numbers, have been reduced to supporting roles at the moment. One by one, the corpses lay on the ground under their warm greeting, unresponsive. Some became the souls of the guns, while others had their necks broken.

For a while, Wu Wei and Wu Binghai were full of momentum, and their shots were even more casual. At the beginning, it was offensive in defense, and insurance was the main thing. And now it has long been exchanged between offense and defense, attacking and defending, and killing the enemy. Wu Binghai kicked a dead body out of the way. Wu Wei took advantage of the situation to tap his left knee to the ground, turned around quickly, and shot his head with a gun.

It was just a cup of tea, and there were fifteen, sixteen, or seven dead bodies lying in front of him, lying all around the two of them.

As the firing pin hits the base of the bullet inside the chamber, it emits a "Bang! With a muffled sound, the shell hook threw the shell casing, "Jingle bell!" There was a crisp sound on the ground. I saw the last dead body standing in front of the two of them, with its head raised, falling down in response, and its soul returned to the gun.

There was no one else in the hallway but these two.

Wu Binghai was dressed heavily, his hands were supporting his knees, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, and he was obviously a little tired and prostration, after all, the knife wound on his back had not healed, and he would fight again tonight, even an iron man couldn't stand it. He looked around and smiled wryly, "Tonight is like a dream." Deputy squad leader, we haven't cooperated for a long time. ”