Blonde hair and blue eyes, her delicate body reflects a seductive silhouette in the sun.

She was born to be a woman out of the crowd and was born a stunner.

The girl is wearing a black tight-fitting combat uniform, and all the temptations of her whole body are undoubtedly displayed, and the proud breasts and plump thighs perfectly outline the woman's curves.

The girl has a slender figure with long hair and a shawl, and a beautiful face hidden in the golden waves.

The girl led a white horse and walked lonely on the deserted dock. On the girl's waist, a slender European-style foil was carried on her legs, jolting with the girl's footsteps.

The girl is the most precious jewel of the Corleon family, the most striking of all the beautiful legends of Sicily.

Vivian. Corleon.

Vivien led the white horse and slowly paced on the shore, at this moment, everything in the world had nothing to do with her.

Although it had been months since she returned from the East, Vivien felt a void that she had never been able to fill.

Missing someone is difficult to be at peace.

Vivien walked slowly, but the road was already at an end.

When I came to the dock of the dock, there was already a group of young men waiting on the side.

Vivien said to a group of men who were staring at her face in a daze, "Get out of the way, I'm going to the fortress." ”

The young men guarding the dock immediately stood up and saluted: "Miss Vivian, your beauty is eternal with the sun. ”

"It's a real fart, but you can die." Vivien said indifferently.

Not interested in listening to the boys' praise, Vivien led her horse and jumped onto the speedboat, and then drove the speedboat straight to the fortress.

"The truth is a shot with her!" A guy said from the bottom of his heart.

"Then your head will be on the flagpole of the docks." Companions sent kind greetings.

"There's a premise for this, can you subdue the young lady?" The ridicule was endless.

The young man said something sincere, but he attracted the ridicule of his friends, so he said embarrassedly: "Who doesn't have dreams? ”

……

The fortress of Koleon was built on the back of Sicily, towards the Apennine Peninsula, from a vantage point with a view of distant Calabria.

Vivien drove her speedboat around Sicily for half of the island, and finally arrived at the fortress of Coleon.

The fortress was built at the northern tip of Sicily, which was the gateway to Sicily. Simple. Colleon was in the living room to receive an important visitor.

The tall and strong Mr. Andrea has short blond hair, a square face with a knife and axe, and a sighing short stubble and stubble that express the unique flavor of men. Even after 40 years old, Andrea still looks young and energetic.

The Koleon is an ancient and legendary family, and even in the past 100 years of rapid world change, the Koleon family, who control the drug and arms business, is still firmly entrenched in the Apennine Peninsula. When the apocalyptic disaster broke out, the Calleon family suffered extremely heavy losses and calmly retreated from the peninsula to Sicily, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, and held on to the isolated island until they joined the World Salvation Organization.

The family's style of guns and fires remained true to the family's living room, with weapons on the walls and specimens of lions and tigers above the fireplace.

In the living room, a man in a black tuxedo was sitting respectfully on a huge soft chair in front of Andrea, not daring to move.

Relative to men's restraint, Andrea. Simple. Ke Leon didn't have that many estimates, he was holding red wine in his left hand, holding a cigar in his right hand, and his face was flushed with confidence, chatting with the man in black intentionally or unintentionally.

"Since it is the meaning of the organization, as the agent of the organization here, I must support it in principle, but I have to ask my lovely daughter about this matter. Pozo, you should know that what my little daughter is unwilling to do, no man can force her. Andrea spoke eloquently, and the shadow man named Pozo kept nodding his head.

At this moment, the door of the parlor was kicked open, and the violent noise made Pozo shiver. It was clear that Pozzo had run out of guts during a brief exchange with the most powerful man in the Sixth District.

Hearing the sound of kicking the door, Pozo followed the prestige, thinking to himself which kind of guy with no long eyes dared to kick open the door of the Kirleon family's parlor, this kind of rude and rude behavior to the extreme was bound to be punished by the Koleon family's madness.

I hope the unlucky ghost who kicked the door won't die too ugly, Pozzo actually had a ridiculous idea in his heart.

Andrea laughed when he heard the kicking of the door and said, "Don't be excited, Mr. Pozo, this is the youngest daughter coming back." There is no one else in my family who dares to make such a big move except her. ”

Then Andrea added: "Of course, the guys who dare to make such a big move have already been fed to the sharks." ”

Pozo was creepy.

"Dad, what are you saying bad things about me again?" Vivien's voice rang out, as ethereal and beautiful as ever, glowing with the chill of an iceberg.

Andrea laughed: "My daughter is back, well, come on, this is Mr. Pozo, the envoy sent by the organization, and he brought an invitation from the organization." ”

"What invitation? Where the hell are you going to let me go? I've only been home for a few days, and I'm not interested. Vivien shook her hair and refused.

"Don't, Miss Vivien, please don't be too busy refusing!" Pozzo pleaded in a low voice.

"Ahem." Andrea coughed, then looked at the Patek Philippe watch in her hand, and said in a very kind tone: "Mr. Pozo, you only have thirty seconds to convince my daughter, if not, I can only say sorry to you." You know, I only have two daughters, and I treat them like treasures, and no one can force them. ”

Pozo gritted his teeth and said at a very fast speed: "The organization is going to send an elite team to the eighth district to capture a man from the Huaxia tribe named Wang Qiang, Brian said that this mission must take you ......"

Vivien, who was about to walk out of the living room, turned around at great speed, rushed in front of Pozzo with an accelerated speed, and lifted Pozzo from his seat.

"Who do you say you are arresting?" Vivien asked in a cold tone.

"King, king...... Strong, probably the name reads like this. Pozzo replied tremblingly, apparently Vivien's excesses had completely destroyed the last vestige of confidence of the timid lobbyist.

"Why did you arrest him?" Vivien asked again.

"This, this, this, I don't know. But I know...... The quest was issued by Master Ammiji himself! Pozzo cried out loudly, without the slightest image of a gentleman, as if every word he said was the last sentence of his life, and the next second he might be cut by this beautiful woman's throat, so he had to be hysterical.

"Ammiji? This old man has never asked about the world, how could he personally issue a task? Well, here's a strange thing, daughter, Ammiji is no ordinary person, and I suggest you don't go on this trip to troubled waters. Andrea spoke.

Vivien glanced at her father gratefully, and then replied, "Thank you, dear father, for your kindness, but I must go!" ”

Andrea highlighted a huge circle of eyes and stared deeply at her daughter: "Vivien, you have to think about everything you do. ”

"No problem, father. Okay, Mr. Pozo, let's lead the way, where are we going to wait for the others? Vivien put Pozzo down, and the tuxedo man knelt on the ground gasping for breath, the choking air was definitely better than ever.

"Do you want to go now?" Pozzo couldn't believe that Vivien's attitude had changed so quickly that Pozzo even felt delusional.

……

North Africa, Monaco, Chefchaouen, the blue elven hill town.

Originally founded in 1471 in the Rif Valley in northwestern Morocco, Chefchaouen is a peaceful and quaint Muslim town that is now like a porcupine with thorns shaking its spikes, showing its weapons to the world.

As the last two remaining World Salvation strongholds in North Africa, the city of Chefchaouen has been transformed into a terrifying war machine.

In the Medina district, in the ancient streets that have been delicately painted with blue paint, a ram in a gray robe walks through the gravel streets with an ancient sword in his arms.

The Mediterranean breeze brings fresh air, mixed with sunlight, evokes the melancholy and depth of the city.

Ram Qi held his ancient sword and slowly paced towards the east of the city, and behind Ram Qi, a ghost bat dressed as Batman was following closely.

"Since the fall of the Sabastian Legion stationed in Egypt, the organization has lost several important towns in North Africa in a row, and even Marrakech fell a few days ago, I pondered, this Shefsha is just a small land, and it is only a matter of time before it falls, Mr. Ram, let's retreat." The ghost bat kept muttering behind the ram.

The ram did not answer, but slowly walked to the easternmost part of the city and began to climb the tower. Ever since the fall of the Sebastian Legion, the World Salvation Organization had anticipated the difficult situation ahead, and built a fortified wall in the area of Chefchaouen, mobilized intensive artillery fire, and stockpiled large quantities of ammunition and food.

However, the situation has deteriorated beyond the Organization's imagination.

Having lost control of Egypt, Middle Eastern oil can no longer reach Europe by sea, while North Africa is now being cut into separate quarantine zones by zombies, and is gradually being dealt a fatal blow.

With the collapse of the Hoceima-Taunnat-Simkasem line, the zombie hordes have encircled the entire east and south of Chefchaouen. And last month, Ganitra, a strategic point on the Western Front that had been trapped for half a year, also fell, and Chefchaouen has become an out-and-out Jedi!

Ram Qi climbed the city wall, and above the city wall, the fire network built by the battle tank group and the city's defense heavy artillery was constantly spewing out rage, and every earth-shattering salvo swept away the zombie tide three kilometers away.

However, the number of zombie waves is extremely large, and the vacuum left by the killing of cannonballs will be filled again by the zombies that swarm after a short time, and there is almost no gap.

Slowly, crowded, the zombies poured towards Chefchaouen, responding to the devastation of the artillery with a fearless and resolute attack.

Among the zombie waves, there is one type of zombie that stands out in particular. This kind of zombie is ten meters high, the fangs on the rotten and terrifying face are white, and there is ghost fire floating in a pair of empty eyes, the size of the giant zombie, even if it is a rumored giant in ancient mythology, it is just like this, at a glance, it is full of shocking feeling.

There is far more than one such giant zombie, and in the endless zombie tide like the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, the figure of the giant zombie is extremely clear.