There were not a few zombies in the direction the two of them walked, and they were neatly solved before they found the two approaching, Han Wenjie took Wu Zhen around a few times, the zombies on the road were almost extinct, and the two could occasionally talk a few words in a whisper, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, Wu Zhen suddenly stopped talking, and Han Wenjie also closed his mouth in unison.

In front of the two of them, there stood a unique prison with a black appearance, no windows, and a small prison. Skillful. Ling. Long.

In the midst of the ruins, a small black house suddenly appeared, and the scene was indescribably weird.

Han Wenjie's throat moved, and he muttered in a low voice: "I remember when the prison was first built, there was a big man who said, 'If you want to build a prison cell that can't be damaged by an earthquake', it really wasn't damaged, why did I come here unconsciously?" ”

Wu Zhen calmed down, looked at this pocket version of the prison that was a few sizes smaller, and asked, "Who is locked up here?" Treasure of Hell? ”

Han Wenjie rolled his eyes, put his ear on the small black door, listened for a moment, and shook his head at Wu Zhen.

"I've been locked up as a terrorist, I've been locked up as an internationally wanted criminal, and now I'm living in a serial murderer who just came in last year, He Bin. Locked up here, he can't access the zombies, and he should still be alive, but only if he doesn't mutate himself. ”

As if a chill was coming, Wu Zhen shivered, and the words "serial murderer" were like five sharp knives stuck in his heart one by one, making him breathless and wanting to sit down and take a breath.

Several bloody corpses were lined up one after another, and at the end of the corpse stood a burly man covered in blood, holding a sharp knife that was still dripping blood, grinning at himself......

Wu Zhen's shoulder was patted, and he immediately woke up from his fear, and then fearfully wiped the fine sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Serial murderers shouldn't be as scary as the world is now, right?"

Wu Zhen thought about it and nodded vigorously.

Not long ago, he was a young man at the bottom of the society who went to work honestly, and he would not have anything to do with this kind of terrifying character at all, and now he suddenly said that there was a cruel serial murderer a few meters away from him, how could he not be afraid, but thinking of the current twisted world, he felt that the world was more terrifying.

Han Wenjie took a step back, held the gun, side to the iron door, and released nine shots from top to bottom, the bullet hit the nine copper locks, the lock broke in response, and at the same time, the dense gunfire also came out.

Crunch!

The iron door was broken open a small one. The space inside is even darker, and nothing can be seen at all.

A thin little hand suddenly poked out of the darkness, helped the edge of the iron door, pulled hard, and a thin shadow came out of it, he stretched his waist, turned his head and bowed respectfully to Han Wenjie.

"Hello Officer Han!"

Looking at the distant back, Wu Zhen felt that it did not match the image in his heart, and said in wonder: "This is a serial murderer?" ”

"Doesn't it feel imposing? If you were to be handcuffed and thrown into a dark room with nine locks on the door, would you be able to come out? I guess we'll be a little late, and he'll go out first. Han Wenjie smiled undeniably.

"Yikes! What is this? He Bin, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted.

In front of He Bin, five or six zombies staggered over and stretched out their hands to grab them. Live him.

Han Wenjie glanced at it, and his face changed greatly, "Why are all the zombies here?" Let's go! He Bin, don't be bitten by them! ”

He Bin looked very thin and malnourished, but his speed was very fast, and his reaction was not slow, and when he heard Han Wenjie's words, although he didn't quite understand what he meant, he heard the smell of danger, and after dodging the claws of the zombies, he rushed back directly, hiding behind Han Wenjie and Wu Zhen very simply.

In front of the small prison is a small road with little gravel, and on both sides are the collapsed prison wreckage, when they came over, they obviously did not encounter a few zombies, but now their eyes are full of zombie shadows, and behind them is a small black room, the path in front is occupied by a steady stream of zombies, and the zombies who want to eat people have come out of the shadows on the left and right one after another.

Han Wenjie looked around, his eyes were clouded, and he glanced behind him a few more times, yes, there is still a way, hide in prison, but if you go in, you may never be able to get out, this is not a way to live, it is the Huangquan Road that slows down death but cannot avoid death.

Wu Zhen noticed his eyes and shook his head firmly, if you go in, you will die, you will kill all the way, and you will have a chance to live.

Han Wenjie came to his senses, his eyes lit up with fighting spirit, and he roared: "Let's blow up a way out!" ”

The speed of the zombies is not fast, the zombie in front is still more than ten meters away from the three of them, Han Wenjie chose a direction with fewer zombies, took out a beer bottle with alcohol from behind, lit it quickly, and threw it out.

Boom! Bang bang!

The beer bottles continued to explode, and the flames turned the faces of the three men red.

Han Wenjie's face was filled with madness, his hands moved smoothly, and one after another "bombs" were thrown out, these things are not very lethal to the zombies who don't know the pain, almost nothing, only some frightening effects, however, it is good to be able to scare them and make a way, but as the big bag on his back became more and more deflated, and the zombies did not have a tendency to back down, the expressions of the three became more and more serious.

Boom!

Another powerless bombardment of zombies, Han Wenjie reached into the bag and touched it again and again, but it was empty, angrily ripped off the belt, threw it on the ground, cursed and stomped a few feet.

The zombie horde stopped for a moment and surrounded it again.

It was originally the direction with the least number of zombies, but due to the repeated explosions, it attracted more zombies, and it became the most difficult direction to break through.

Han Wenjie and Wu Zhen turned their backs to each other, and at the same time made a gesture of raising their guns to shoot, Han Wenjie's speed was too fast, three gunshots rang out in a row, and the three zombies closest to the three people almost at the same time had their heads blooming and then fell, and Wu Zhen was still aiming.

He Bin stood in the middle, looking at Han Wenjie with bright eyes, and then at Wu Zhen, but more eyes were fixed on the zombies in front of the muzzles of the two people, with serious expressions, just like learning.

Han Wenjie shot calmly and quickly, and the zombies in the front kept falling, but there were too many zombies, and they were getting closer and closer.

Wu Zhen held the gun flat in his right hand, aiming at the head of a zombie, the zombie was walking towards him, the muzzle of the gun moved slowly, the distance between the two sides narrowed, Wu Zhenqiao. Raise the corners of your mouth and pull the trigger.

The bullet pierces the air, pulls out a white line, and fires with precision. Enter the zombie's body and explode on its shoulder.

The zombie shook for a moment, and approached step by step.

Wu Zhen resisted, took aim again, pulled the trigger, and a puddle of blood rose on the zombie's arm.

sighed helplessly, reached behind his back, took out He Bin, who was caught in the middle, slapped the gun into his hand, and then ripped off the bullet bag on his waist and put it in his hand, glanced at him encouragingly, and rushed forward with the axe.

Wu Zhen glared angrily at the zombies who were still alive after being shot twice by him, and raised the fire axe in his left hand, "Your life is so hard!" But I don't believe it's harder than my axe! ”

After two delays, this zombie was only a few steps away from meeting Wu Zhen, but it had no chance.

The axe slashed diagonally, and the half-pulled watermelon-like skull was sliced off flatly.

Wu Zhen didn't stop, took a few steps forward, turned the round axe in place twice, and four or five zombies who came over were directly killed.

Feel the body gushing inward. Out of a more powerful force, Wu Zhen grinned, and gradually liked the feeling of becoming stronger in the killing.

He Bin tried to fire a shot, but it missed like Wu Zhen, and the second shot obviously waited longer, but it directly hit the zombie's eyebrows.

There was a roar in Wu Zhen's ears, and an axe snapped. The headless zombie next to him who was shot in the head by He Bin turned his head and shouted: "He Bin, be careful, don't hit me!" ”

He Bin smiled indifferently and turned his gun away.

Low hand, loading bullets, raising hands, shooting, He Bin's movements are gradually smooth, every shot is very accurate, although the killing efficiency cannot catch up with Han Wenjie, but it is much stronger than Wu Zhen who is holding an axe to chop east and west.

The zombies fell in one wave, and there was another wave, and they were closer, and Han Wenjie had no time to reload after firing the last bullet in the magazine.

There was an unusually familiar feeling from the hanging palm of his left hand, and years of experience told him that this was a gun, and the slight difference in weight made him understand that this was a gun full of bullets, Han Wenjie held it directly, and raised his hand a few shots.

He Bin flipped his wrist, took off the bullet pouch on Han Wenjie's waist, and replaced the gun on Han Wenjie's right hand, quickly filled the bullets, the speed was not as fast as Han Wenjie, but it relieved the pressure of the zombie attack, one person loaded the bullet, one person shot steadily, the two cooperated tacitly, and the zombies kept falling.

The almost non-stop gunfire mixed with the sound of skulls shattering lasted for most of the hour, but the strength eventually came to an end, and the bullets could not be infinite.

Two zombie mountains were piled up around the three of them, the big one was the masterpiece of Han Wenjie and He Bin, and the small one was from Wu Zhen's axe.

Han Wenjie lowered his hand again, but did not touch it. to the familiar gun, my heart is filled with bitter taste.

Another zombie swept over the hill and rolled in front of Han Wenjie.

A small hand holding a pistol poked out like lightning, and before the zombie could stand up, it accurately stabbed the long barrel of the gun. into its eye sockets.

"You see, you don't have to use a gun to kill them."

Han Wenjie was awakened by He Bin's words, holding the handle of the gun, ready to stab into the zombie's eye socket at any time.

Ten minutes later, He Bin collapsed with a bent barrel in his hand.

After another half an hour, Han Wenjie also collapsed.

Only Wu Zhen is still killing.

Thanks to the mountains of corpses piled up on both sides, zombies want to come in, they must turn over them, and they will fall down the moment they fall, Wu Zhen has a left axe and a right axe, and he is very happy to kill, his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, but his movements are gradually slowing down.

Killing a zombie, the strength in the body will increase a little, just kill too much, the muscles will be tired, people are not machines after all, they always have to be tired.

Splitting the ugly head of a zombie again, Wu Zhen suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, it turned out that there were many openings on the blade of the axe, and one was particularly large, which spread directly from the middle of the axe, and with a slight shake, it was broken into two halves.

Without the axe, and with the handle of the axe, although it is only a stick, it is better than empty-handed.

He Bin and Han Wenjie lay weakly on the pile of zombies, watching in horror as Wu Zhen killed a batch of zombies with an axe, killed a batch of zombies with an axe handle, and stabbed five zombies to death with half a stick......

Is this really still human?

Wu Zhen's eyes were red, his whole body trembled, his fists were clenched, and blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers.

It was these two fists that smashed the heads of two zombies alive.

Can't hold on?

Wu Zhen's eyes were blurred, one stumbled and fell on He Bin's body, the imprint on his palm flashed, as if he was unwilling, and on the pile of zombies on both sides, a few emotionless faces poked out again......