A reddish-brown liquid flowed from the tattered wound, which exuded a lifeless aura like rust. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The zombie got up, let out a low roar in his throat, and rushed towards Ning Fan without saying a word, his hands stretched straight forward, wanting to grab Ning Fan!

Perhaps it was the potential forced out at the moment of life and death, Ning Fan's anesthetized limbs actually regained some consciousness, and he subconsciously hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid the impact of the zombies. The zombie pounced into the air, hit the operating table headlong, and with a "boom", the platform that looked like it was made of pure steel fell to the ground!

Such an operating table, to say the least, is hundreds of pounds, and it can be knocked over by him, what kind of strength is this? But thinking about it the other way, when you hit such a huge metal instrument headlong, they are all flesh and blood bodies, and this zombie is not dead but also injured.

Ning Fan thought the same way.

As if to prove himself, something in a pile of medical devices slowly stretched out one hand, supported the ground, and actually slowly got up.

The side of his face can be clearly seen to be recessed, even if it is the place where he hit the operating table just now, half of his face is missing, and one side of the eyeball has been squeezed into his brain, which is like a human skin prop in some inferior crew.

Ning Fan didn't have time to be surprised by the zombie's strong vitality, he immediately reacted, the zombie at this time was facing away from him, staggering and not standing firmly, and his entire back was completely exposed in front of him!

Opportunity!

Ning Fan rushed forward with an arrow step and plunged the scalpel into the back of the zombie's heart!

The location of the heart! Dark blood spurts out of the back! splashed on Ning Fan's face and body, like a basin of pig blood poured head-on.

The zombie raised its head and roared, turning around to grab the person behind it! Ning Fan gritted his teeth, ignoring the zombie's scratching, just stabbed his head and pressed the knife into his heart!

The zombie twisted its neck desperately, trying to fight to the death, but the roaring and struggling body gradually stopped moving, like a tire that had been suddenly deflated, slowly softened, and collapsed on the ground when it landed, without moving.

Ning Fan's expression was hideous, the knife in his hand never stopped, and he hysterically made up more than a dozen knives, like a perverted murderer with split nerves in some legal program.

He didn't stop until the zombie's back was rotten like flesh and a two-palm-sized opening opened open.

Ning Fan straightened up, his aching body stiffened from the tension from beginning to end, he raised his head and exhaled, threw the knife in his hand, and bounced it into the corner of the room.

It was as if he had been drained of strength all of a sudden, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground against the wall.

The shadowless lamp above his head ruthlessly illuminated everything in front of him, blurring the flesh and blood in front of him, and the terrifying scene like a slaughterhouse was unconcealed in Ning Fan's eyes.

The walls were covered with blood, the ground was shredded with flesh, and the hands of zombies that were no longer moving were dripping with blood.

This should have been a simple day, and I should have continued my ordinary life. Go to work, pick up jobs, cook for yourself. You can sleep lazily every day, and secretly arrive late and leave early.

Ning Fan looked at his bloodstained hands with lost eyes, and he knew that there was no clean place on his body, and there was blood and minced flesh everywhere. How could the person who used the knife just now be himself? I have only killed chickens since I was a child. Ning Fan felt that his face was wet, he didn't have to think about it to know what it was, his bangs' hair was sticking to his forehead, and there was a kind of wet and nasty touch.

If you hadn't been greedy to deceive the female car owner, and if you hadn't returned the Lamborghini for 20,000 yuan, it would have been impossible to meet such a monster, let alone be involved here.

What the hell is going on in this place!

I'm going to you!

What did Lao Tzu do wrong!?

"Ah!!h Ning Fan screamed nervously, and then gasped for breath.

He was about to break down.

He kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, on the floor in front of me, a shadow in the corner suddenly moved.

Ning Fan raised his head suddenly, and something in the opposite corner that was originally lying in a pool of blood had already groped its way up!

That zombie! Not dead yet!

Ning Fan jumped up, and the first thought that flashed through him was the scalpel!

After "killing" the zombie just now, he was thrown into a corner!

He jumped to his feet and ran towards the corner. The silver scalpel is close at hand!

It's about to be obtained!

In the afterglow, a flying shadow pounced from the side, like a rugby player who had intercepted halfway.

"Tom!" , Ning Fan felt a sharp pain in his waist, and the huge force knocked himself away, like being hit by a heavy truck!

Ning Fan flew out sideways and hit the operating table, the tabletop made of tungsten steel was extremely hard, and the protruding corner suddenly reached his chest, and suddenly his chest seemed to be pierced by a sharp cone, and the pain was incomparable.

Before he could catch his breath, a face had already come to the front, and the face that was deeply sunken on one side looked extremely terrifying.

You can't die if you stab a knife in the heart?! Ning Fan was shocked in his heart, how strong is this?!

The zombie pressed on Ning Fan's body, like pressing a little chicken cub to the ground, the absolute suppression of strength and physical strength could allow him to slaughter at will.

Ning Fan's body was suppressed by the powerful force, and he couldn't move, so he could only keep thrashing with his hands.

That's it! Ning Fan's fumbling hand touched a long plastic tube. He squinted and saw that it was a large long needle tube that had fallen to the ground, and the needle at the tip was even fifteen centimeters long!

Ning Fan grabbed the needle, held the side of the needle on his back, and was about to raise his hand to stab into the zombie's face.

Suddenly! He remembered that Susan had saved him, and it was a blow from behind! He remembered that location, that was the back of the zombie's head!

The zombie is about to bite off!

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Ning Fan waved his arm! Struggled to insert the needle in his right hand behind the zombie, and at the moment when the zombie lowered his head, at this time, he was able to wrap his hand around the back of his head!

The fifteen-centimeter-long needle was quickly inserted into the back of the head, silently and impartially into the cerebellum of the human body. His wrist jerked, stirring the needle in his hand as hard as he could!

The subtle sound of flesh wriggling, and the cracking of skulls!

The originally fierce thing suddenly shook, its face twitched, and its hideous expression seemed to freeze on only half of its face.

Like a fallen statue, with gravity, it fell on Ning Fan as slowly as it could, and his wide open mouth collapsed in front of Ning Fan's face.

Ning Fan pushed away the zombie, stood up, and hurriedly walked away from the lifeless thing, he was really afraid that he would get up again.

He poses exaggeratedly, like a white crane with bright wings in a martial arts movie in the eighties. was concentrating, behind him "Click!" A sound almost scared Ning Fan half to death!

He took a funny leap and looked back!

The woman with curly pale blonde hair opened the curfew from the outside.

Susan looked at Ning Fan in surprise and said in disbelief, "Are you okay? You actually killed this infected?! ”

Ning Fan saw that this woman still had her face turned back, locked herself and the zombies here, and ran away alone, Ning Fan was angry, jumped up and scolded: "Lao Tzu is so grassy!" What are you doing back?! Don't say you're looking for someone to save me! ”

Before the words fell, several heavily armed soldiers stepped in outside the door.

The leading non-commissioned officer lowered the shotgun in his hand and looked around the room, even as a professionally trained special forces, he couldn't help frowning when he saw such a horrific scene, especially when he saw the thing Ning Fan killed on the ground, the back of the head with the needle, and the terrifying scene of the rotten flower in the back of the heart.

"What did you do?" The master sergeant looked Ning Fan up and down, a little unbelieving that this thin young man had brought down the zombies that two soldiers could only contain.

This is not the kind of zombie in the movie that walks slowly and leisurely around the vegetable market, their physical functions are at least five times that of the average adult man.

"What's wrong? It was his hand that made the first move! Ning Fan experienced such a tumultuous night, and his spirit was scared of something.

Master Chief was amused by his appearance, and said, "I mean, you've done a good job, young man. ”

Susan said, "It's okay if you're okay, this place is not safe, hurry up and go to the shelter." ”

Ning Fan was already on fire and had no place to sprinkle it, and seeing that Susan had the same expression as if nothing had happened, he was even more annoyed, and he asked, "Did you just want to kill me?!" ”

Susan's eyebrows did not change at all, she still looked rational and calm, and she said: "The situation just now, if I continue to implement the established plan, it will cause unnecessary casualties, which is an unnecessary loss. ”

"What a loss that shouldn't be! You should..."

Ning Fan suddenly ran out of words.

yes, what should it be? Do you act bravely and selflessly?

The place of life and death, when the catastrophe comes, they fly separately, no one should pay for anyone's life, the mutual help of a harmonious society, the initiative of unity and friendship, is used here more like a mother's disease-free moan.

You can't just lie on the ground like a child and cry and shout: You don't want me anymore?

Sorry, here's the harsh reality.