Chapter 72: FlashBomb

In the darkness, the sound of countless wings flapping sounded in my ears. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the wind and sand that brought up directly confused my face.

Fuck.

I cursed in my heart, raised my foot and kicked the corpse in the face a few more times, but his hand still showed no signs of letting go.

No matter. It's a matter of life, even if you have an oil bottle, you have to run. I can't do that much thinking about it. Fuck you can't turn on a flashlight, fuck you can't talk...... Fuck it.

"Fatty!" I yelled as I turned on the flashlight, turned around and began to run wildly. At the same time, the unique and contemptuous laughter of those strange birds sounded behind him. It's like a whisper of a ghost.

Uncle, I have escaped so many difficulties, and this time I may really hang up. After running forward for less than a minute, a wall appeared about ten meters in front of me.

Or rather, the road was not dug through, and it stopped when it came here.

Turning around, the bright light of the wolf's eyes hit the oncoming strange bird directly. I haven't encountered light all year round, and the bright light of this moment makes the human-faced bird howl, and subconsciously wants to dodge. But the human-faced birds that followed behind did not notice the situation in front of them at all, and still fluttered their wings and rushed forward.

Come. With a scream in my heart, I bit down on the flashlight, and with my left hand, I had already taken the AK47 from my back with my backhand, and with my right hand, I also pulled out the Nepalese machete from my lower waist.

In terms of numbers, perhaps the human-faced bird has the upper hand. But in such a crowded corridor, no matter how large the number is, it will never be able to be used. With this, even if I can't escape, I can definitely resist for a while and hold out until the fat man comes to save me.

The bright light of the flashlight blinded the human-faced bird in the front row for about ten seconds. And those ten seconds have passed in the blink of an eye. I'm dealing with dozens, if not hundreds, of human-faced birds.

The face of a human face slammed into a slam, and with a voice as shrill as a woman's, the nearest human-faced bird attacked.

I'm not very good at depicting fight scenes. But you have to believe me, although the degree may not be as grand as in the zombie movie, but when you really fall into such a situation, you will find that everything is a floating cloud. The only thought in my head is one word, and that is to kill.

Kill.

There's no reason, not even a brain. The potential of the human body is almost completely activated in such an instant. The speed of reaction has reached a level that I usually dare not imagine, instinctively dodging the sharp beak and claws of the birds. After dodging, he instinctively took out a machete in his hand and slashed at the strange bird.

Blue blood splattered almost all over my body, and the corpses of human-faced birds gradually increased at my feet. But at the cost of this, I had several pieces of flesh torn off my shoulders and back. Bright red blood trickled down his arm, and he watched as he finally watched it drip to the ground. I didn't feel any pain.

Maybe it's adrenaline. I thought about it and finally came to this conclusion.

Slowly retreated, until the end of the road. Then he raised his hand and pulled out the flashlight that had been bitten out and embossed from his mouth, shining it in front of him, and continued to confront the remaining human-faced birds.

There are about thirty human-faced birds lying on the ground. The gray-white feather slowly fell in the air, and finally landed on the ground dripping with blue blood.

There were countless human-faced birds standing in front of me, but probably because I was shocked by the ferocity I had just had, I didn't dare to come up again for a while. It gave me a respite.

In the past, there was a seventy-year-old lady who carried the car to save her grandson, and now there is a boy from the Wei family who is brave enough to kill monsters.

The ferocity slowly receded, and with it was overwhelming pain. Almost everywhere felt as if it had been burned by fire, and it was as if it was in a sea of fire, and it was hot as if it was about to be cooked.

"Fatty, fat." Throwing away the gun, which was no longer out of ammunition, he picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the intercom button. There was a salsa sound over the intercom, but no one answered.

". You. Mother. of, fatty. I screamed again.

Still no one answered.

"Units ...... "What I wanted to say was that all units pay attention and report on their own situation. But probably because of the excessive bleeding, I'm too tired to talk anymore.

I don't know if this is the legendary resurgence, but my consciousness gradually became clearer. Gradually, I realized that the birds in front of me might not be afraid of the machetes or rifles in my hands. All they want is to wait quietly. Wait until I'm dead from bleeding and come back and have a supper.

Fatso...... My legs no longer had the strength to support my body, and gradually I slid down the wall to the ground, and the walkie-talkie in my hand fell to the side.

Fatso. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound.

Fuck your uncle. I opened my mouth, and my vision began to blur. At the same time, the human-faced birds were also pressing towards me little by little.

Dead fatty, are you dead too...... Muttering, the walkie-talkie in front of him began to change from one to two, and everything in front of him became two identical things.

Dead dead, this time it's really dead. I thought to myself. But just before my eyes were about to close completely, a light stronger than a flashlight whistled from a distance, and exploded in front of me.

The stronger white light blinded me almost without hesitation.

The last voice I could hear before I died seemed to be personal.

FlashBomb！