Chapter 16: Traps and Death

The narrow windowsill is not easy to walk, and if you are not careful, you will fall down, and the little fat man walks very carefully, but fortunately he finally walked out of this road, as long as he turned this corner, in front of him was the roof of another house.

It's just that after the little fat man turned around and fired a shot, when he turned around, he found that there was a group of zombies eating the rat here.

“****！ It's endless! ”

The little fat man immediately raised his gun and shot it, but the place here is very small, but there are many zombies, the little fat man shoots at close range, even if his pistol has unlimited ammunition, he can't solve so many zombies at once.

This is the third floor, and it is obviously not possible to jump down, and the zombies on the ground are waiting for him to jump down with their mouths.

Turn back, no, in the time when the fire was fired just now, the zombies in the back walked along the windowsill again, and it was too late to turn back at this time.

Windows, yes, windows!

The little fat man saw a window, it was 5 meters away from him, the window was a little high, a meter from the roof here, this height was completely able to jump on it, and the loss obviously could not pass.

Bang! Bang! The little fat man immediately shot, although the distance is very close, in fact, he has to be an ordinary person, at this time he has been bitten to death by zombies, even if he is a special soldier, it is estimated that it will be difficult to hold on for long.

This little fat man is obviously very good, and when the zombie was about to bite him, his right leg suddenly kicked out like an afterimage, and the force was very large, bringing out a shadow like a whip in the air.

Bang! After the huge impact, the zombie flew backwards as if it was hit by a car, and immediately several zombies behind him also fell, and then at this opportunity, the little fat man quickly picked up and climbed onto the windowsill.

It's not how strong the little fat man is, but this kick is a skill. Since having this system, the little fat man can strengthen his attributes by leveling up, and he also has some skills to choose from.

He has two skills of choice, one is quick reloading. This is a special skill with a short cooldown and a very fast speed. Specifically, the principle of open chamber of the revolver is used to quickly reload the bullet when it is empty.

With the bonus of this skill, he can load one bullet in one shot, because the speed is very fast, there is no need to eject the revolver magazine, take out the bullet casing, and then reload them one by one, these conventional methods are no longer needed. Under this skill, as long as there is enough ammo, this is an infinite pistol.

The other skill is an instant kick, the right foot is quickly kicked forward, and the huge strength and skill bonus are faster than lightning, making this kick extremely powerful. The little fat man sometimes thinks that if he is not in the last days, he can mix up here with these two skills.

Grabbed the windowsill with both hands, then turned around and jumped up, looking back at the zombies crowded, the little fat man immediately jumped out of the window, ready to turn around and shoot again.

Yes! A miserable howl came from the mouth of the little fat man.

Because it was too dark, the little fat man didn't observe the situation inside the window by himself, who knew that the outside of this window was only one meter high, and the inside was indeed close to one meter five.

The difference of 50 centimeters does not cause any harm, at most it is just a miscalculation of the distance. But the moment he hit the ground, a piercing pain came from his ankle.

Yes! Pain, hoarse pain, the little fat man fell to the ground at once, and then he saw clearly what was on his foot, a trap for catching animals.

The jagged steel on both sides bit his ankle, tearing his trouser legs, piercing his skin, biting his muscles, and then settling into his bones.

"Nima B, who is it, who the hell is it!" The little fat man knew that this time he was properly calculated, from the mouse at the beginning, to the zombie, to this clip, step by step, little by little, he calculated all his actions.

"! Who the hell is it, you have the ability to come out, you come out! ”

The little fat pistol pointed in the shadows, and then he saw a shaky figure, and bang! A shot was fired, and the figure did not fall immediately, because the pain made the little fat man's hand tremble, and he did not aim this shot.

The firelight flickered, and he seemed to see countless figures swaying in the darkness, until the figures came over, and the little fat man let out a desperate wail.

Zombies, zombies, countless zombies, as if the entire corridor was filled.

"Nima, who the hell is it, who is it!" The little fat man roared madly, his hideous face revealed the last madness, the pistol in his hand kept firing, one zombie fell, and the other zombie immediately rushed up.

Yes! The little fat man was pounced on by the zombie, and the zombie who pounced on him was exceptionally sensitive, very fast, and his body was a little small, and then in the moonlight, the little fat man saw the small face, the hair dyed with bells and whistles, and the butterfly-like tattoo on the neck.

The little girl in the school uniform bit his neck, then tore off a piece of flesh and swallowed it fiercely, saliva immediately trickled down her neck, and suddenly her eyes were even more eager to lean over and bite down again.

Yes! Yes! The howl came from the little fat man's mouth, and he felt his flesh being torn off little by little, and the sound of chewing stopped in his ears like a bone-eating female ghost. With each bite, he felt as if something in his body was shattered, a wonderful thing was leaving him, and the little fat man knew that it was his soul.

As a "warrior", he is able to manipulate the power of the soul, which is what he summons from those dead zombies, that is, the human souls trapped in the corpses.

Without devouring a single soul, his strength was stronger, and this strength actually made him suffer even more painfully at this moment.

As an ordinary person, torn and gnawed, he died long ago because of the fragmentation of his body, but unfortunately, the soul power of the little fat man is very strong, even if his chest has been opened by the zombies, and half of his intestines have been filled into the mouth of the zombies, he still did not die immediately, but completely lost the power of action, and watched these zombies eat themselves little by little.

Bang dang! A sound came, followed by a huge roar, this roar carried anger and majesty, the little fat man knew that the one who could make this sound must be the zombie king, this kind of special mutated zombies with a very small chance of producing, they are powerful, and they are born to be the king of zombies.

Hearing this roar, the zombies gradually stopped eating in their hands, and slowly a figure walked out of the darkness, a spear dragged on the ground and made a metal friction sound, like the footsteps of death, slowly approaching, every step seemed to step on the heart, the little fat man supported the broken body, and tried to open his eyes to look at the figure that appeared.

"It's you!" The little fat man recognized the guy who appeared here.

This guy who was shot by himself turned out to be a zombie all the time, and he is also a rare special zombie, the zombie king.

Claude dragged the spear over, and then in the moonlight, he saw the miserable appearance of the little fat man, now this guy's legs and arms have been gnawed to only white bones, and the stomach has been thrown away, and the other end of the half of the intestines is now in the mouth of the zombie on the side, this zombie was taken by Claude's roar, standing on the side in a daze, and even the food in his mouth did not dare to refuse anymore.

Roar! Another roar came, it was the little girl with dyed hair who could run, this zombie seemed to be smarter than ordinary zombies, and at this time she could still make a flattering look, as if to say, "King, please use it slowly." ”

Claude ignored the zombie's strange movements, his eyes were fixed on the guy on the ground, even though he was about to die, even though he was a human, it was simply unforgivable to turn his sister into such a situation.

"Zombie King, he turned out to be the Zombie King!" This word came to the little fat man's mind, and he looked at the zombie king blankly, "He actually has wisdom!" ”

Claude didn't know what the little fat man thought, and he didn't know what the zombie king was, although he kept his wisdom, he obviously couldn't control these zombies, otherwise he wouldn't have used such troublesome means to design this trap little by little.

It's a pity, Claude shook his head, and although it was difficult to pronounce it, Claude still said it word by word: "I, disappointed, back, face, and, trap, trap, stay, for you." ”

The little fat man's face, which was already out of flesh, trembled fiercely, his eyes contracted, he heard something, a zombie spoke!

Claude picked up the pistol, gently wiped the shaft, and then looked at the little fat man fiercely, and pointed the pistol at his head.

"Put, she, change, will, come!"

Despite the difficulty, Claude spoke out word by word.

Seeing Claude pick up the pistol, the little fat man suddenly went crazy, his mouth opened hard, and he let out a roar with his last strength: "Mine! Anna will always be mine! ”

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the little fat man fell forever.

A white glow came from the little fat man, and Claude saw the number in front of him.

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