On the path not far from here, the monk looked at the three zombies that pounced on him, and his eyes were extremely serious.

Slightly loosening the clenched palm, two gray-white eyes gurgled and rolled to the ground.

"Three", Yuan Lin stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes, not realizing that he had swept the blood of zombies into his stomach.

"Then let's try it!" The monk snorted coldly, kicked his feet off the ground, turned over violently in the air, stretched out his right leg violently, and smashed into the top of the zombie's head with a strong wind.

"Stepping on the mountain leg!" The footsteps of the second-order zombie led by him paused slightly, and from his point of view, the monk seemed to be stepping on a big mountain under his feet and slashing towards the top of his head.

"Roar!" The zombie let out a roar from its mouth, kicked its feet off the ground, its body soared, and the sharp claws on the tips of the fingers of both hands stabbed upwards violently, colliding with the right leg of the monk who died of death.

"Sting!" The zombie's claws tore through Yuan's clothes, but they didn't puncture his leg muscles at all, and from his torn clothes, it could be seen that the bronzed muscles with a metallic luster blocked the zombie's attack.

"Bang!" The zombie fell to the ground, and it happened to hit the two zombies rushing behind, and suddenly all three zombies fell to the ground.

The monk took the opportunity to turn over and pull out the machete stuck in the zombie skull, and several obvious gaps appeared on the blade of the machete.

The monk held the knife in one hand, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the back of the knife rotated back, and the blade was on a horizontal line, and the muscles of his right arm rose slightly.

"One of the thirty-six styles of Shaolin knife tricks: a line of cold mang!" He spoke suddenly, leaning forward as he quickly rushed towards the corpses, the back of his knife pressed against his chest.

A thin line flashed in the air, and the monk rushed straight into the corpse group, the machete did not wave, but the thin line danced in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the monk had passed through the corpse tide.

The monk stood up and put down the machete across his chest, and the zombies behind him all looked like they were dancing with teeth and claws, and the fierce expressions on their faces were enough to scare the crying children, but they did not attack him.

"Poof", a series of muffled sounds suddenly came from behind him, but the heads of those zombies fell off one by one.

The three-headed zombie who struggled to get up from the ground froze slightly, and his body, which was ready to attack, was even more frozen.

The monk frowned, and slowly raised his right hand again, but saw the three-headed zombie in front of him turn around and run backwards.

"What", the monk didn't stop, a sullen smile appeared on his face, and he strode forward, "Sure enough, I'm still so strong." His voice came from the path.

"Big brother, there's a man over there", Liu Xuan lay on the binoculars and suddenly said, "Hey, no, that's a fucking bald donkey." ”

"Bald donkey?" Liu Yue curled his eyelids and said without interest: "I'm not interested, leave him alone, who is that, who is here, if you don't come, don't call me." ”

"No", Liu Xuan's face was filled with anger, "Those two stinky boys are estimated to have died on the road, boss, if you want me to say, let's wait here for more than ten minutes, if they don't come again, let's go back and go back to find the little girl to shoot." ”

"Slap", Liu Yue slapped his younger brother on the head, and scolded with hatred: "Cannon, cannon, you know how to fight cannons all day long, can you learn from me and do something serious?" ”

"Learn from you?" Liu Xuan covered his head and said aggrievedly: "You went to the tent of the widow of the king in the infirmary in the middle of the night?" Or go steal those little nurses' underwear? ”

"Big brother, the widow is almost fifty years old, and we are only thirty, and you are not looking for a rich woman like you."

Liu Yue's head floated a few black lines, stretched out his hand and wanted to slap him, but after thinking about it, forget it, after all, what people say is the truth.

A kilometer from here, a rampaging off-road vehicle approached, and the muzzle of a huge machine gun on the roof of the car was constantly spraying sparks.

"Boss, there are not many bullets", Yan Yu's business came from behind.

"If there are not many bullets, there will not be many, anyway, I will be in the hospital soon", I said casually, anyway, it is not my own bullet, and I don't feel sorry for it.

"By the way, don't give me the muzzle of the gun red, I'm going to take this gun with me." I added that I had long regarded this gun as my personal belongings.

"What? What happens if it's red? Yan Yu paused for a moment and asked, while the finger that pulled the trigger did not move away.

I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart, and explained to him: "If the muzzle of the gun is burned red, it means that the barrel is about to break, and what kind of metal can withstand such destruction." ”

"Bang dang", there was a sudden sound of metal colliding on the roof of the car, and the sound of machine guns stopped abruptly.

"Boss, is that what you're talking about?" The monk pushed the muzzle of the roof of the car under the windshield with a scimitar and asked in a daze.

"Click", where the muzzle rolled over, a crack appeared on the windshield that spread around, which was caused by the thermal expansion and contraction of the glass.

There was a flash of orange in my pupils, the red-hot broken barrel of the gun rolling to the ground on the steep hood.

"Yan Yu!" I shouted violently, a trace of distress flashed in my eyes: "You pay for my machine gun!" Oh my machine gun! ”

Yan Yu retracted from the skylight and sat obediently in the back seat, the scimitar in his hand on his legs, like a well-behaved schoolboy who was obedient.

"Elementary school students?" Such a word came to my mind, and it was really a primary school student, a teammate who was a pit!

"Yan Yu", the car rushed out of the corpse group, and more than 500 meters in front of the Kyoto City People's Hospital was particularly conspicuous, and I suddenly said, "Remember, you owe me a machine gun." ”

"Huh?" A hint of innocence flashed on Yan Yu's face, "Why?" ”

"Anyway, you just owe me a machine gun", I rolled my eyes and continued to speak: "You have to get me a machine gun, I remember that the tent where we are locked up seems to be a military camp a few dozen meters to the east, you go and steal a few machine guns for me tonight." ”

"Isn't it? How many did it become? Yan Yu keenly grasped my loophole and asked.

"Let's do it," I snorted, "You said it yourself, go steal a machine gun for me tonight, and don't break your promise." ”

"Hey, no, when did I promise you to steal a machine gun for you?" Yan Yu reacted violently and shouted loudly.

"I don't care, anyway, you said it, a machine gun, I must see it tomorrow morning."

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