Chapter 138: The Blood-Red Dance Music

All the way to the west, taking steps to measure the size of the earth, Claude walked slowly, this road that used to be short, but now it is a tortuous road. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There were still planes flying by, this time in groups, a variety of planes whistling into the distance, from this frequent movement he felt some different tensions, gradually there were fewer and fewer zombies, what appeared in front of him was a relatively vast farmland, the wheat had already tied the ears and lowered its head, and when he looked up, he didn't see a living thing, in this flat and surprisingly strange wheat field, only a few lonely telephone poles and a scarecrow built up of one or two bamboo poles stood in it.

Spread his hands and gently caress the wheat on both sides of the path, the needle-like wheat has hardened, the heavy ears of wheat have been golden, and before you know it, it is another year's harvest season, and the hot summer sun shines on this land, which is obviously a piece of life, but there is always a sense of desolation and loss.

A faint voice came in the distance, which was particularly obvious in this extraordinarily quiet plain, covering his hands over his eyes and looking at the sun, a convoy gradually came from the village intersection on the horizon, and when it was closer, it was a heavy agricultural truck led by a heavy agricultural truck, followed by a harvester, several motorcycles kept shuttling back and forth between vehicles, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle accelerated in the direction of Claude, and the man behind him raised his body with a rifle in his hand.

Claude's eyesight is of course very good, and the improvement in his body has brought him a different perception, and he found from a distance that the other party's long old rifle is filled with real guns, and it is obvious that the other party mistakenly thinks that he is a zombie.

Waving their hands to each other, jumping a few steps, making some movements, and shouting a few more loudly, hoping to let the other party know their human identity, I thought that the other party would put down the gun and give him a warm welcome, but I didn't expect to usher in a bullet.

It looks like an early Mosin Nagant rifle, and the bullet is a 7.62mm iron shell, and the trajectory of the bullet is very smooth after the shot is fired, and both the bullet and the rifle are well maintained.

The direction of the gun was a good idea, but unfortunately the accuracy was too poor, and the moment the other party fired, Claude knew that the other party would definitely not hit him, so he stood there, still uncomfortable in his heart.

Bang! Another shot, and the guy with the old rifle, apparently complaining that the guy riding in front of him wasn't driving smoothly enough, stopped him, and another shot in the distance.

Such a shot was more than two hundred meters away from him, obviously this time it was still a little off, and Claude was still standing, but a thick anger had risen on his face.

A group of people in the convoy burst into laughter, as if they were laughing at the guy's appearance, and laughing at the homeless man in the distance who was so frightened by the two shots that he didn't know how to dodge.

"Tiezi, no, was it hollowed out by that girl yesterday?" A bald head on the motorcycle behind him laughed.

'That's not right,' said a four-wheeled beach scooter as it came to a slow halt, and a long-haired man with four eyes said.

"Huh?" The bald head was not angry, they were too familiar, and it was clear who had what expression and what he wanted to say, and sure enough, he heard the man continue: "The iron is too much, and my hands are sore." ”

The bald man spewed out all of a sudden, and the cigarette butts in his mouth flew out far away, and the long-haired and four-eyed man in front of him usually looked serious, but his mouth was definitely extremely poisonous.

The big trucks behind him slowly drove towards this side, and the bald head glanced back, then stretched out his hand and said without pointing at Claude: "Hurry up and solve it, don't be blinded by the boss for a while." ”

When everyone heard this, they seemed to feel a cool breath on their necks, and they involuntarily shrank their heads.

Since he already knew his identity as a human but still fired, Claude was no longer polite at this time, and his body changed and rushed towards the people a hundred meters away.

With his current ability, he can choose to avoid everyone, and he will turn big things into small things in the past, but at this time, from the beginning to the present, there is a breath in his chest, and the depression makes his heart churn incessantly, and he is taking advantage of this opportunity to erupt.

"I check, the feeling that this Nima is a madman" bald head with a smear of oil Zheng Liang brain, the MP5 in his hand pulled the trigger in the direction of the comer, this guy is also very strong, with one hand in hand, 30 bullets were deducted in a smoke, although it is a 4.62 mm caliber pistol bullet, but the power of this submachine gun at close range can definitely instantly beat the human body into a hornet's nest.

After the shot, the bald man's expression began to change, first he looked proud, shooting a few bullets casually like a monkey, but seeing that the other party didn't dodge at all like a fool, he ran straight towards him. He felt that he had met a real madman, MP5 deliberately began to control the rhythm, pressed the muzzle of the gun with one hand and shot again, he still cared about his own face in front of the younger brother, still stubbornly used the gun with one hand, the thick cigar in his mouth was very wasteful and took a hard puff, and a large cloud of smoke almost blinded his eyes.

Claude bent his waist, his eyes stared at each other coldly, his mouth was already grinning, there was a bloodthirsty desire rising in the blood, his heartbeat and breathing began to rapid, and the whole person suddenly became extremely concentrated, which is the excited posture that a predator can only have when chasing prey.

A few more bullets were fired, and the bald head opened his eyes wide, he obviously watched the bullets fly towards the other party, but he saw a flower in front of him, and the next moment the other party moved his body, and just missed the path of the bullet's flight.

Could it be that the other side is faster than a bullet? Dodging bullets? Just kidding, is this making a movie.

The bald man watched the other party's divine movement getting faster and faster, and his movements became more and more flexible, and a few movements in a row did not affect his running at all, like a cheetah, and an inexplicable momentum pressed towards him.

"Not good!" At this time, the bald head no longer despised the other party, he violently spat out the cigar in his mouth, held the submachine gun in his hand with both hands, and shot all the bullets in the direction of Claude.

"It's over!" The pupils of the bald head suddenly contracted, and he watched as the bullet crossed the other party's body, but it only hit the visual afterimage left by the second because the speed was too fast, so close to the distance, it can be said that it was close at hand, he had touched the marksmanship for so many years, full of 30 bullets, and none of them hit the other party! Not a single one!

"Kicked to the iron plate!" The second reaction was that the fool also understood that he had provoked a hard stubble that he shouldn't have provoked, but he didn't regret shooting at the beginning, but regretted why he didn't concentrate all his firepower on him at the beginning.

[Floating Shovel], the moment Claude got close, his right foot stretched out forward, his body leaned back, and kicked the two-hundred-pound Harley-Davidson motorcycle into the air together.

Without stopping, he walked like the wind, his body was in a trance, as frivolous as a ballet, as bright as a silver fox, his hands stretched out, the power of his soul erupted outward, and the long blades of the two sickles slid towards the neck under his head.

Blood, bright red, that is the most beautiful color, this liquid with hot body temperature flew into the air, blood red hot springs, death fireworks, withered at the moment of blooming.

Open your mouth, stop, face the falling blood, and taste the mellow iron scarlet flavor, like tasting a cup of old Pu'er tea, the entrance is thick, the taste is smooth, the throat is warm, and the aftertaste is sweet.

Tasting the blood of his enemies like tea, Claude's eyes turned blood-red again, and unlike the battle he had lost his mind in the Crysis, this time, he knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew very well that he was killing someone, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

The bald head's head was completely covered at this moment, and when he hit the ground, he felt wet and sticky, not only cold sweat, but also the essence of his companion's last life.

"Mutants!" His face turned purple, and he was dumbfounded to look at the hellish scene in front of him, not that he had never seen a dead man, nor had he never seen a more terrifying scene than this, just because he really hadn't seen the blood-red eyes narrowed to the crescent moon after the killing, and the corners of his mouth curled up after tasting the blood.

"Nima, she's a pervert!"