Harris Building, rooftop.

Carl moved his sniper rifle and aimed it in the direction of Rhodes Street, where the terrain was difficult and there were many abandoned vehicles, but it became a focus of his plan.

"I should let you gotes know that I, Karl, am not a person to be messed with!" He smirked and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a "bang", the bullet pierced the storage tank of an oil truck, and then a magnificent scene appeared, only to see the thick tank bulge at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then burst open, rising a violent and beautiful fireball, and the light of that moment made even Carl squint.

The shadows scrambled to dodge, and the slower ones were killed and wounded by the light. When the light faded, the ghosts that had hidden in the darkness gathered again in the streets.

However, Carl naturally had a way to deal with it, and he continued to attack the fuel tanks of the scrap cars, and the gasoline stored in the tanks was ignited and then exploded. This method is also relatively effective, and the damage to the black shadow is not ordinarily large. And the residual gasoline will continue to burn, which can also affect those dark shadows to some extent.

Rumble......

Rumble......

Rumble......

The movement on Rhodes Street was audible even to Ji Si, and the thunderous sound of "boom" really made them sweat. But when they noticed that every time the Harris building flashed flames, an explosion would sound on the other side, they knew that Karl had caused the noise.

"That kid ......" Constance almost fell to the ground in surprise, but managed to stabilize his body after a few balances.

Ji Si's eyes also widened, as if she was a little incredulous, "He really has a way?" Is it luck or real power? ”

"Don't be stunned, let's hurry up and don't waste the time that Carl has won us back." Rosa hurriedly reminded.

The group rushed straight into Sampson Street, knowing that they were safe for the time being.

……

"No more." Carl put down his sniper rifle and lay weakly on the ground. The hot sweat kept staying, soaking the clothes.

If you take off your clothes, you can even see that his right shoulder is full of bruises, which is characteristic of a shoulder injury.

"It hurts." Karl covered his right hand and struggled to his feet, grinning in pain.

He leaned on the railing and looked at the chaotic streets, like an apocalyptic scene, the towering pillars of smoke, the burning cars, and the huge number of black shadows like the messengers of hell, all of which were full of depressed emotions.

"Ahem...... Cough...... It's time to go back to the base. It's likely that some ghosts have noticed the movement on my rooftop. Karl turned and walked towards the door with a gloomy face.

After walking a few steps, he heard a strange cry from behind, and Carl turned around, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

A dark shadow crept in from outside the railing, exuding malice.

"Damn it! How could it be so fast? Karl was a little stunned, he knew that because of his injuries, he would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the black shadow, so he made a decision, turned around and picked up the sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The already unsteady body was pushed to the ground directly because of the huge recoil. Carl didn't care about the injured body, but immediately covered his eyes with his hands.

After a while, he stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, and went down the stairs without saying a word, feeling that he could no longer bear the load, and that it was impossible for him to hold on any longer.

As soon as I got down two floors, the temperature dropped instantly, and then a terrifying sound came from the top of the floor.

"What's going on? Is there any end to it? Karl grinned. The injury to his shoulder had already made him use nearly half of his mind to suppress it, and he had almost lost his combat effectiveness.

The voice got closer and closer, and Carl reluctantly took out the last bullet, "Big brother, little brother's life is in your hands." ”

After saying that, he focused all his attention on the corner of the stairs, and a few seconds later, a heavy atmosphere arrived, and it seemed that there were dozens of them.

Bang! He pulled the trigger.

Click......

Carl's mind suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and it was a huge pain shock that caused his brain to go blank. The body seemed to be weak, and it rolled down the stairs like a snowball.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Strike!

"Ahem, ahem." Rising from the cold floor, Carl shook his head, his head hurting, and his head was violently shaken by the sudden landing on the ground.

"Time is running out." Karl gritted his teeth again and stood up, knowing that the ghosts were crawling up the surface of the building like ants, and then went into the stairs to hunt him.

Every second and every minute of time is very precious to him now, and he can't wait for himself to grow a few more legs and fly directly. He had seen it before, and the vicious look in the man's eyes before his death was still fresh in his memory.

The flesh that vanished out of thin air, and the symptoms of madness, were Carl's nightmares.

Originally, he wanted to take a break, but remembering those tragic events, Carl shivered and started to move his hands and feet again.

He gritted his teeth and rushed down desperately, and in five breaths, he turned to the familiar floor.

"It's here!" His face flushed with excitement.

However, instead of immediately walking over, he calmly took out a personal item from his body and threw it further down.

He knew that if he didn't take a wrong path, he would only lead those ghosts to the stronghold, so that the "home" that everyone had built up with great difficulty would be destroyed, so he had to direct them to another place first.

After throwing it, Carl hid in the shadows of the eighteenth floor, leaning on his hearing to keep an eye out for movement outside.

"It's so cold...... he shivered with cold, his lips were even pale, and with his keen hearing, he could feel as if there were hundreds of thousands of yin winds passing through the stairs, and the whole space became cold, as if he was in the palace of Hades.

"......" Karl didn't dare to make the slightest sound, and even shielded his breathing to let his heart beat down. He knew very well that as long as he attracted the attention of those things in the staircase, he was afraid that death would become a luxury.

"Let's hope it's over soon." He closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

I don't know how long it took for the temperature to return to normal levels, which means that all the ghosts have left. It's just that Carl can't move up and down, his hands and feet seem to be unconscious, and only his eyes can turn slightly.

Now he is like an old man in his 90s, stiff and unable to move.

He was a little devastated......

"Hurry up and come to someone......" Carl was already angry, and he was in danger. His eyes are also a little sloppy, as if he is about to die.