"I order you to return now, Herling!"

Herring turned his head to look and saw that it was the old male officer in sunglasses, "Although you played a vital role in the mission, your life is more precious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The man in sunglasses was still wearing a pair of sunglasses, standing straight in front of He Ling, looking at him coldly.

It wasn't until he had the Eye of Apocalypse that he realized that the man in sunglasses should have a talent similar to his own ability, but that's all, Hering's full-body enhanced talent had already reborn him.

Even if he doesn't exercise frequently, Heling's bones, muscles, and brain will increase rapidly, and with the fact that he is wearing a fine black armor, ordinary zombies can't hurt Heling at all.

"Grab your weapons before you go inside." The man in sunglasses looked resolute and handed a fully automatic rifle in his backpack to Herling.

Hering glanced at the man in sunglasses and nodded heavily, "Let's go." ”

The seven-person team surrounded Hering to ensure that he would not be attacked from any direction, which made Hering a little speechless and bored, and his body was restricted, and the consequence was that he could not act as he wanted, if something inevitable happened, it would only make him fall deeper into the quagmire.

"I can do it myself, this kind of formation is not conducive to the coordination and safety of the whole team." Herring said to the man in sunglasses, "We should form a triangular formation, this is the best way to deal with the zombie outbreak." ”

"Listen to you." The man in sunglasses was holding a cigarette, and the white smoke slowly lingered in the dark underground laboratory, and he waved his hand, and the seven-person team distanced itself from Herring.

The entire underground laboratory is only half the size of the ground, and with a variety of dense instruments and utensils, it is a bit crowded and difficult to move.

Everyone takes a battle formation, holds the gun to their chest, and squints slightly to aim, so as to ensure that the zombies will die in the chaos as soon as they appear.

Dozens of more than two-meter-high vessels were filled with green pus, and the zombies inside were floating, scratching the tempered glass in front of them with their hands.

Herring led the team to the end of the laboratory, and a huge iron gate came into view, cheering up every soldier, the iron door was closed, and the steel structure metal more than three meters high blocked the way of the group.

"Sass."

He Ling frowned, and subconsciously looked back, only to see that the green pus from more than fifty cultivation vessels began to seep outward, exuding a rancid smell.

There was a churn in everyone's stomach, "Quick, put on a gas mask!" The man in sunglasses urged.

Given one to Herring, the seven people took it and cautiously observed the great changes that had taken place in the basement, the green pus of each culture vessel flowed to the feet, and it was suddenly extremely viscous, and the zombies inside fell on the base of the utensils, slapping the tempered glass like crazy.

"Retreat, we retreat, and break through when the big army comes!" The man in sunglasses gave the order decisively, but no one took action, and the seven people present were dumbfounded, even if they retreated, there had to be a way, right?

With a bang, all the culture vessels in the laboratory began to be squeezed by the mechanical arm above, and in just a few breaths, the tempered glass was all shattered, and the glass ballast jumped everywhere.

The zombies no longer had the confinement of the past, and they all rushed out like fierce beasts, rushing in the direction of Heling and his party. The smell of danger is reflected in everyone's mind.

They are not gamma-ray-induced mutated zombies, but the result of the painstaking research of dozens of scientists, and unlike the ordinary zombies of the past, the current zombies are more robust, and they come naked in front of them, each zombie is muscular.

In the past, the zombies were all rotting limbs, but the ghosts born here are sturdy and burly than ordinary soldiers, and their bodies are blood-red.

They creaked and galloped, blocking the seven in front of the innermost iron gate.

"If you can't run, hit it!" Hering let out a low roar, looking at the dozens of zombies in front of him with strong combat power, he did not have the slightest fear.

In this case, there is nothing but death and survival, and fear can only play a negative role.

In the dark underground research room, seven people pulled the trigger, the soldiers gritted their teeth and glared angrily, everyone did not give in, they who became overrunners were the strongest in a hundred!

"Eye of the Apocalypse, open!"

Hering suddenly closed his eyes, and a cluster of dark green flames gradually approached, the flames could not hide in the darkness, and he could easily blow up the zombie's head without even aiming at raising his rifle.

"Bang."

With one shot, a zombie's head exploded and fell.

"Bang."

In the second shot, the other zombie died just like the one just now, with brains splashing everywhere, unable to approach the seven-person squad, and the Eye of the Apocalypse did not allow the existence of empty guns.

The other five people turned on their strongest firepower, making it difficult for the zombies to move an inch, and the man in sunglasses also showed a bold smile, raised the two guns in his hands, and could solve two at a time.

Herring half-crouched in the corner, watching the flames burning in front of him, the blood in his body churning, and every time a flame was extinguished, he got a hint of pleasure.

This is the feeling of killing, and in less than a minute, seven people can wipe out all the more than fifty zombies.

As for those whose heads all burst open and died, it was all due to Herling.

The man in sunglasses also doesn't have such an ability, and his eyes seem to be able to see something, and from the perspective of the battle, the ability of the officer in sunglasses is definitely not as strong as his own, and only a few of the zombies he hit are headshots.

The other overrunners were empty, and some were immortal, so they all destroyed the zombies after changing the magazine, and Herring just used up the amount of ammunition in one magazine.

The underground laboratory was densely packed with corpses, green putrid pus mixed with blood, a smell that was unbearable even with a gas mask.

Looking at the bloody scene, the soldiers were full of blood, but what they didn't know was that there were more than fifty zombies in total, and thirty-five were wiped out by Hering, because the rifle magazine was just thirty-five rounds.

The other fighters couldn't understand this, but the man in sunglasses witnessed all this, his see-through eyes could see the trajectory of the bullet clearly, and clearly witnessed the whole process of Heling killing zombies, one bullet at a time.

The man in sunglasses looked at Hering in shock, "Sure enough, it's a soldier appointed by the president, so good." Killed thirty-five zombies. ”

"What? Thirty-five?! ”

"There are only more than 50 of them here!"

"Sir, this can't be, we have so many guns, and the total number of kills is not even a fraction of his?"

The other fighters questioned in shock.

"Hmph, you guys are bullshit, the bullets are all in the chest, and the half-shuttle is all hit on a zombie, if it weren't for Heling, you would have become zombie food a long time ago!" The man in sunglasses snorted coldly, looking at this group of useless fools, he was angry for no reason.

In a panic, in an instinctive reaction, these fighters pulled the trigger and did not let go, not to mention the waste of bullets, and barely killed a few zombies.

The warriors lowered their heads in shame and cast envious glances at Hering, but Hering did not think so, they were all over-qualified with other talents, and they were inevitably deficient in shooting.

It's just that Herring doesn't know why these people don't use their natural skills, but shoot indiscriminately.

"Zizizi."

The steel gate behind the seven suddenly opened automatically, and there was an unusual sound of alarm.

"The door is open?!" Herring exclaimed.