"Bang ......"

Another gunshot rang out.

It was too far away for Qiming to see the appearance of the person who fired the gun, only to see that as the gun rang out, the first zombie closest to the four people fell to the ground and never got up again.

Good marksmanship!

The speed of the first generation of zombies is extremely fast, and the person who fired the gun is also running, and in such a situation, he can still hit accurately, and the marksmanship of the person who shoots is very unusual.

However, after a single gunshot, the gunman did not shoot again.

The four of them made a big circle, bypassing the four first-generation zombies.

Soon, they were together with the family of three and rushed towards Qiming's side together.

At the same time, the corpses of the two groups of people who were chasing were also merged, and they were persistently chasing after them in the rear.

At this time, the entire group of corpses has increased from dozens to hundreds, but the number of first-generation zombies running at the front has not increased, but because of the relationship between the four new people, it has decreased by one, from eight to seven.

His mind was spinning and he began to think about it.

Of the hundreds of zombies in the distance, the only ones who are really threatening are the seven first-generation zombies in front.

As long as there are no seven zombies, he can spend more effort and kill the hundreds of zombies behind him by fighting guerrillas.

That means there's going to be a lot of experience coming in.

And now, the attention of those seven first-generation zombies is attracted by those seven people......

In the last days, there are zombies, but most of them are mixed with the first and second generations, and it is rare for someone to attract firepower in front of them like now.

When there was only that family of three before, Qiming didn't have this thought.

Because the survivability of that family of three is obviously very poor, even if there are no first-generation zombies, the second-generation corpse group alone can drag this family of three to death, and it can't hold the first-generation zombies for long.

But now, with these four new additions, things seem to be different.

It can be seen from the shooter who fired the gun that the survivability of the four people is obviously not comparable to that of the family of three, with them attracting the attention of the first generation of zombies in the front, he should have unexpected gains when he cuts the back row.

Thinking of this, Qiming no longer hesitated, and continued to run forward with Rhubarb, bypassing the bus blocking the road, and disappeared from the vision of the seven people.

After that, he didn't continue to run, his body was short, and he hid under the car, and Rhubarb naturally followed him closely.

Soon, one by one, the seven of them bypassed the bus.

At the front was a tall strong man.

Visually 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black hurdle vest, army green trousers, inch head, and knotted muscles and muscles, the vest was bulging.

The man had a gun in his hand, and it was clear that he was the one who had fired the shot.

He was followed by a young man in his twenties, dressed in non-mainstream costumes, who just ran forward with his head behind the strong man.

Behind them were a man and a woman, who bypassed the bus almost in no particular order, the man wearing a dirty white shirt and black and blue trousers.

The woman's back Qiming was a little familiar, but because she couldn't see her face when she was hiding under the car, she couldn't remember it for a while.

Leaving behind was the family of three, a middle-aged man, holding a middle-aged woman in his left hand and a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old in his right hand.

The middle-aged woman and girl looked like they couldn't run anymore and were being dragged forward by the middle-aged man.

Not long after the three of them passed, a familiar roar sounded in Qiming's ears.

The seven primordial zombies roared and chased after the seven people in front of them.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman and the girl fell to the ground at the same time,

"No, I, I can't run!"

The middle-aged man immediately panicked, picked up the girl with one hand, and tried to pull the middle-aged woman up with the other, but was unsuccessful.

At this time, the distance between the first generation of zombies and them was less than twenty meters.

Looking at the first-generation zombies that were constantly approaching, the middle-aged woman was also scared, holding the man's hand and desperately trying to stand up, but her feet seemed to be cramping, and she tried several times to no avail.

"Hurry up!"

The middle-aged man said anxiously.

The zombies are getting closer.

In the panic, the middle-aged woman's eyes swept around aimlessly, and suddenly, she saw Qiming hiding under the car.

At the same time, Qiming was also looking at her, and the eyes of the two looked at each other strangely.

0.1 seconds later, Qi Ming reacted violently, and subconsciously wanted to hide behind the wheel, but to no avail, the middle-aged woman had already discovered him.

"He, that man, go find him! Don't look for us! ”

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the middle-aged woman pointed at Qiming with her teeth and claws, shouting desperately, trying to let the rapidly approaching zombies transfer their targets.

Then, some of the zombies turned their heads as she instructed, and they saw Qiming.

"Whew......"

One of the first zombies roared, and then, all seven of the first zombies changed direction and rushed towards him.

Qiming immediately got out from under the car, the zombies had already found him, and there was no point in staying under the car any longer.

Looking at the seven zombies rushing wildly, Qiming's afterglow caught a glimpse of the middle-aged woman who fell to the ground.

The latter was getting up from the ground with the support of the middle-aged man, the man was holding the little girl in his arms, and the family of three fled into the distance without looking back.

For a moment, Qiming's eyes were frighteningly cold.