Before the remaining three people in the office could react to what was going on, they suddenly felt that the light in the office was dim.

Previously, because of a sneak attack with a gun, the curtain was drawn more than halfway, and only a gap was exposed at the edge, but now this gap was blocked by a burly man in a bloody robe in front of the window.

One of the companions was suddenly killed, and they all crouched on the ground in fright, which would look up at the man in front of the window, whose face was dark and gloomy due to the backlight, and the shadow was stretched long by the light, enveloping the three of them in shadow.

The three of them faced the blood-robed man, feeling like facing a volcano that was about to erupt, their hearts were extremely depressed, they didn't dare to breathe, they didn't dare to act rashly, it seemed that as long as the slightest movement would touch the 'volcano' and be overwhelmed by the fury of the 'volcano'!

Trample~

The blood-robed man stepped forward, causing the three of them to tremble in unison and sit on the ground with their butts.

"Where's the gun?"

A deep voice rang out.

A thin young man trembled: "Pick it up, pick it up." ”

"Be specific!"

"I picked it up after the police, and those policemen were killed by zombies."

"How many in total? Where? ”

"In, in, in......"

The thin young man's face was full of fear, his voice trembled and he stepped back, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't say a complete sentence, and when he retreated three or four meters away from the blood-robed man, his face suddenly turned hideous: "Here!" ”

Brush!

He pulled out a gun from behind and prepared to shoot!

The corners of the blood-robed man's mouth curled up with a hint of contempt.

"Too slow!"

The three of them only felt a flower in front of them, and the thin man's palm had just touched the gun and pulled it out, and his arm was cut off from the root.

A bloody arm fell to the ground, with a gun still in the palm of his hand.

"Ahh Ahh!!h ”

The man with the broken arm was lying on the ground, covering the wound with one hand, screaming desperately, rolling, and the man in the blood robe stood next to him with a cold expression and ignored it.

Brush!

The blood-robed man stabbed the remaining two to death with two swords in a row, and turned his head to look at the thin, bare-chested man with broken arms: "Give you two choices, first, honestly explain how many guns there are in the factory, who are in their hands, I will let you die happily, second, lie or have a hard mouth, I will cut you into slices starting from your feet, thin like a cucumber slice mask applied by a woman." ”

"Three! Only three, three! The man with the broken arm was so frightened that he peed his pants, and his crotch was wet: "All, all, here, that, that person, also, there is, one, one handful." ”

Heartbreaking, painful, and painful, he spoke intermittently.

The blood-robed man made a brief examination and collected three police pistols, one of which pierced his eyebrows and ended his life.

"Hoo ......"

The blood-robed man breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the window.

The sun shone on his face, revealing an angular and handsome face, which was Zhou Chen.

"The three magazines add up to twenty-one rounds."

Zhou Chen sat in the black chair behind the desk, filled one of the magazines, put the extra bullets in his trouser pocket, and stuffed the remaining two empty guns into the drawer.

The Ice Crossbow is a large energy consumer, so it is best to save some of it, and it is best to have guns as a substitute.

Hanging the ice crossbow on the light feather backpack, Zhou Chen closed his eyes and pondered how to cross the river.

It is conservatively estimated that the river is fifty meters wide, and there are schools of piranhas in it, and there are pythons entrenched in the depths, not to mention that he can't swim, and even if he can't swim, it is impossible to enter the water.

If you go down, it's a dead end!

Just as Zhou Chen was pondering.

"Ah!!h

A woman's scream sounded downstairs, and the scream seemed to be contagious, followed by several sounds, and then the men and women screamed in unison.

Although the human scream was loud, it was suppressed by another irritable roar, allowing Zhou Chen to instantly judge the identity of the other party.

"Viral infected!"

Zhou Chen's hand holding the sword tightened, and he immediately let go, and sat in his seat without moving.

When he finished killing people, he observed that several infected people were wandering aimlessly in the garment factory, and the roar just now should have been caused by the sudden death of someone in the pile.

The current task is to rush to the university town to rescue the dead party, the dead party sent a coordinate to himself through WeChat yesterday, Lanxing City's 'tropical rainforest, the disaster of the python' version 1.0 made the map several times larger, 2.0 must not become unrecognizable?

If you go a little late, I'm afraid you won't know where it is when you walk on the road.

Therefore, as long as it is not the virus infected person who takes the initiative to send it to the door, Zhou Chen doesn't want to pay attention to it.

After all, there are so many virus infections, and you can't kill them all.

Thinking so, his ears were keenly aware of the sound of scrambled footsteps in the direction of the stairs, as well as the sound of a noisy noise, and the roar of the virus infected body getting closer and closer.

"Look for death!"

Zhou Chen scolded and went out with his sword.

This office is located at one end of the corridor, the stairs are at the other end of the corridor, the corridor is very long, the floor is light, and at the end of the line of sight, a group of young people dressed in panic hula go upstairs and run desperately towards Zhou Chen.

In the process, someone tried to push open the doors of other offices in the hallway and hide in, but found that the doors were locked and could not be pushed open at all.

After pushing these people a few times to give up, they ran to Zhou Chen with one mind.

"Whew!!"

The infected body followed the group upstairs, and a huge body appeared from the corner of the hallway, pimples all over the body, and the distorted head almost reached the ceiling.

Seeing this, this group of people broke out in exclamation, some even jumped up in fright, a group of people cried and shouted to their mothers to run faster, a woman was smashed on the wall by the virus infected body because she was too slow, the wall cracked, the bone broke and exploded very densely, this kind of injury will generally rupture the internal organs, and you can't live.

"Identification!"

【Viral Infection】

Grade: Plastic

……

Just as this group of people ran towards Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen walked over head-on.

When this group of people dressed in office and workplace clothes saw this scene, their eyes widened one by one, just like seeing someone driving in the wrong direction on the fast-flowing highway in peacetime, secretly scolding in their hearts for 'bad writing', 'neurotic', and 'impatient', and there were very few people who reminded them loudly.

In this way, Zhou Chen went from slow to fast walking, and then to trotting to running wildly, the speed became faster and faster, and the powerful explosive power made Zhou Chen's speed soar to a terrifying level in one or two seconds! Like a gust of wind swept over this group of fleeing people!

"Die!"

Zhou Chen stabbed forward with a sword!

Whoosh!

The sharp wind whistled, and Zhou Chen stabbed the head of the virus infected body three times in just one second, and the tip of the sword came out through the skull each time.

Seeing that the virus infected body still had the power to resist, he smashed his round arm, and Zhou Chen easily cut off the arm of the virus infected body with a sword, and a puff of blood sprayed over, drawing the sword and blocking it in front of him, and all the blood sprayed onto the body of the warm jade sword.

He swung his sword again and cut off one of the legs of the infected body, and the infected body could not maintain its balance and collapsed, and was kicked backwards by him two or three meters and hit the wall.

Thanks to the basic sword mastery of the E-level boutique skills, Zhou Chen's attacks are sharp, fast, ruthless and accurate, and in the eyes of others, he is like a sword master showing off his skills.

A group of young people dressed in workplace clothes were stunned, and when Zhou Chen ran over them retrogradely, they all turned their heads to watch, just in time to see Zhou Chen eliminate the virus infection with three strikes and five divisions.

The terrifying virus infection to them is like a primary school student here in Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen shook the sword, and the blood on the sword flew out, becoming warm as jade again.

He turned back to the house, because the floor was bright, and a girl next to him was wearing a short white skirt that was over her hips, and the floor reflected the scenery inside the short skirt.

The tight black cutie wraps around the bulging mystery area, with an inner groove in the center.

Ordinary people don't look at it so carefully, but Zhou Chen is a plastic-grade eight-star strengthened physique, and his static vision and dynamic vision are many times more than ordinary people, even if he glances at them at random, he can see them very clearly.

Sensing Zhou Chen's sight, the girl in the short skirt standing against the wall with a ponytail bowed her head shyly, and her legs subconsciously opened a little to make Zhou Chen look more detailed.

Zhou Chen raised his foot and wanted to walk, but his right foot and ankle were grabbed by a weak boneless palm, and the delicate and warm touch of skin to skin contact made people very comfortable.

When I looked down, it was the woman who was hit by the virus before.

"You're not dead?"

Zhou Chen's eyes were weird.

The woman was covered in blood, and in some places Bai Sensen's bones pierced through the skin and exposed, and her body was severely deformed like a child's clay figure, and it looked creepy.

This kind of injury is not to mention ordinary people, even if Zhou Chen has the strength to go to see Marx, but this woman can still move, and she still has the strength to speak!

"Give, eat, eat."