Before the car stopped, and without the middle-aged man's command, several people quickly jumped into the back compartment, "Crackling!" There was a crisp sound, and in less than a minute, a siege crossbow five meters wide and six meters long was assembled. Three crossbow arrows the thickness of duck eggs flew away at the mutant dog in the trap. At such a close distance, even a blind man could shoot at the target, and the mutant dog's huge body was immediately pierced by three crossbow arrows. Several people in the car pulled the rope tied to the back of the crossbow arrow, and neatly pulled the crossbow arrow out of the mutant dog's body.

As soon as the crossbow bolt was drawn, blood sprayed wildly from several wounds on the mutant dog's body. The bolt fires again, piercing through the mutant dog and retracting it. The mutant dog fell into the trap and twitched, and the whole process took less than three minutes.

"Boss! OK! The burly man in the carriage looked at the mutant dog in the trap, held a rag, wiped the blood stains on the crossbow arrows, and said.

"Cheng Hu! Drive the car away, Lao Wei, you all drive the car over, and the others will immediately decompose the corpse, and the speed should be fast! Evacuate within 10 minutes! The middle-aged man commanded.

A few people in the carriage wiped the blood stains off the crossbow arrows and sprayed them with potions to cover up the smell of blood. Remove the crossbow arm and put away the crossbow arrows before jumping out of the car to help disassemble and pack the body. The pieces of meat were wrapped in plastic bags and sprayed with potions made from the sap of mutated plants before being loaded into the carriage, and it took less than ten minutes to clean up.

"Get in the car! Back to base! The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and then got into the passenger cab of Cheng Hu's car.

"Boss, this time it went really well." Cheng Hu said to the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, it's not safe to get to the base." The middle-aged man said reprimanded.

"Boss, you're too careful, what's the worry about when you're on the road." Cheng Hu said nonchalantly.

"If it weren't for this carefulness, I Chen Guang wouldn't be alive now, and anything could happen before I returned to the base." Chen Guang said to Cheng Hu. Touching his bald head, the five-inch-long scar on the back of his head reminded him of a scene that once escaped death.

Chen Guang clearly remembers that it was on the seventh day of the disaster, and he drove a van out to search for supplies. Chen Guang, who was loaded with loot and was about to return to the base, did not notice that there was a wandering zombie in front of an abandoned truck on the side of the highway. As the van passed, the zombie pounced and knocked over the van. Chen Guang was cut in the back of his head by broken glass, and Chen Guang immediately pulled out his pistol to deal with the zombies. Faced with the dizziness caused by a large amount of blood loss, he hurriedly bandaged it and fled back to the base in a car. And most of the wealth he got was spent on recuperation and treatment, and since then, Chen Guangyang has become this cautious habit.

The afterglow of the sunset has coated the city with a layer of gold film, and even the ruins and broken walls look so beautiful. The reason why Wang Haoren chose this city is because there is no survival base in the surrounding area, and generally no one will come to this terrifying place. The roads of the city have been cut off by a roadblock that was erected when the army evacuated. Barricades piled up with fences, abandoned vehicles, and sandbags keep zombies at bay in the city. The zombies shot by the guns, the flesh on the corpses has been eaten, and the white bones are piled up all over the road. Mutated plants grow wildly throughout the city, and the city is in tatters. Some towering trees have grown, crushing the buildings and turning them into ruins. The streets were all covered by mutated plants, and only a few tall buildings remained.

Wang Haoren held a machete and cautiously walked slowly along the former street. He didn't dare to be careless, looking at the remains of those zombies that had been gnawed away, he knew that this place was not simple. If Wang Haoren is not wrong, this should be the masterpiece of the mutant rat swarm.

There are several kinds of mutant rats that Wang Haoren knows. Huge, covered in thick scale armor, like a tank-like ironclad rat. A steel-tailed rat that is half the size of a man, but its tail is four or five meters long, and when its tail is drawn, it can split a car in half. Only the size of a fist, as hard as steel, coming and going like the wind, as few as tens or hundreds, group activities of drill rats. It's simply not realistic to use a bow and arrow to deal with mutant rats, and you can resist with a machete to try to get out of the time.

With Wang Haoren's current strength, he can barely deal with the ironclad rat and the steel-tailed rat, and it will be dangerous if he encounters the drill rat. Aside from two mung bean-sized eyes and a mouth that doesn't open too much, the Drill Rat basically has no other weaknesses. In the face of this monster that is as solid as steel, can't be beaten and can't be broken, comes and goes like the wind, is so flexible that it is not like words, and groups of monsters who are not afraid of death, it is creepy to think about.

Although the drill rat can't break it, Wang Haoren's armor defense, but just one by one, Wang Haoren can't stand it. If it weren't for this drill rat, which generally only eats the carrion of corpses and the rhizomes of mutated plants, and would not take the initiative to attack living creatures, Wang Haoren would have left here a long time ago, and he would have run as far as he could. Wang Haoren had seen from afar, a team of thousands of people fully armed, slaughtered by hundreds of drill rats.

Wang Haoren would rather face thousands of zombies than face a swarm of dozens of drill rats. So he had to give up using his bow and arrows and move forward cautiously, for fear of alarming the rats. After the buildings became dense and the number of zombies gradually increased, Wang Haoren breathed a sigh of relief, and he immediately flew quickly through the ruins of the buildings.

After the zombies found Wang Haoren, they let out a "woo" cry and chased after Wang Haoren. Wang Haoren didn't want to stop and fight here, avoid the attacking zombies, and continue to move forward quickly. I really couldn't avoid it, so I quickly solved it with a machete, and immediately rushed forward.

The deeper you go into the city center, the more dense the zombies become. After turning two or three streets, away from the range of the drill rat group, Wang Haoren slowed down. Use the blocks of buildings and abandoned vehicles to slash at the zombies around you. The machete in Wang Haoren's hand turned into countless knife shadows. People walked around among the zombies with great agility, and everywhere they passed, the throats of the zombies were all cut by machetes, one finger wide and three fingers deep. The jet-black liquid gushed out from the knife edge, half-breaking the neck, causing the zombies to fall weakly. One by one, the zombies were directly wiped out by Wang Haoren. Emptying an area, there were no more zombies around, Wang Haoren collected the crystals before burrowing into the shop of a building on the side of the road.

It is a commercial and residential building with more than 20 floors, and this side of the first floor is divided into five shops. The zombies in the shop have all been led to the road outside, and although the store is messy, there are no zombies or corpses. There is a small supermarket, a hair salon, a mobile phone store, a fabric shop and a pastry shop. Wang Haoren inspected the shops for a while. In the salon's spacious lounge waiting area, two sets of leather sofas are arranged in a circle. In the middle is a sandalwood tea table more than two meters wide, on which is placed a delicate purple sand tea set. On the wooden cabinet next to it, there are all kinds of valuable tea. The lower level of the wall cabinet is a piece of pure water, and it can be seen that this is a relatively high-grade hair salon. Wang Haoren moved some food and drink in the messy little supermarket, turned out some scented candles, alcohol, alcohol stoves and the like, and went to the hair salon to close the iron door to rest.

Wang Haoren lit a few scented candles, boiled a pot of hot water with an alcohol stove, made a pot of tea, and sat on the sofa to taste tea. Such a leisurely time, Wang Haoren has not experienced it for a long time. Wang Haoren remembers that his father loved tea very much, and always held a teapot every morning to supervise the two brothers' exercises. Wang Haoren already has some vague memories of his parents, after all, he was less than 10 years old when his parents died. The two brothers depend on each other, but fortunately, the family's orchard can have a large income every year, supporting the two brothers, and there is no problem in living and going to school.

Since his eldest brother joined the army, Wang Haoren has lived alone. Wang Haoren, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, always likes to fight unevenly, and when he sees others being bullied, he will take the initiative to come forward. And because he beat the principal's son, he was disqualified from the college entrance examination and was tortured in the detention center for three months. After that, he became timid and afraid, and his personality was cowardly, and he was introduced by the elders of the same village to work. Wang Haoren leaned on the sofa, recalling the past time, and unconsciously slept until dawn.

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