In the center of the gas station against the wall, there is a large row of one-person-high iron barrels.

Before he came to the west, these barrels were empty, and after he came, he spent half a day searching the gas station, and finally found some leftover gasoline, filled two large barrels, and these two barrels not only contained gasoline, but also added some other ingredients.

The two buckets were mixed in a large pile of iron buckets, which were inconspicuous at all, and the zombies would not be bored enough to move them. Xi used this place as a temporary stronghold, so he naturally managed it well, and he didn't kill those zombies, because they were his first line of defense, and these two iron buckets were the second line of defense.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire was very low, like a suppressed earthquake, and like the roar of a volcano, which made people's hearts palpitate.

The six of them didn't have time to care who their target was, and they all shifted their bodies desperately, trying to dodge the shot. They don't dare to gamble with their lives, and if the goal is themselves, and they don't think so, don't hide, it's a word, death.

They all saw themselves as targets for the gunners, so all six of them moved a distance to the left or right, moving a little slower.

Nishiza, who had calculated everything, knew that they would have such a reaction, so there was no surprise that he didn't even look at them, but watched the bullet leave and watch it enter an iron bucket. The first shot was perfect, and Nishi's heart loosened slightly, and then he lifted it again.

Next, it's time for a second shot.

Rumble! Rumble!

Xing De watched in horror as the iron bucket around him exploded, enveloping it like a fire. What was even more terrifying was that he heard a rapid wind whistle.

There was something else in the fire. At the door, the zombies heard the movement and divided into half of them, and in the other half, a small number were eating the corpses of the fat people, eating happily, and the others were waiting eagerly, hoping that those powerful zombies could leave some.

Flames swept in, and four of the six were attacked by fire. Only two people who were a little further away were spared.

The speed was too fast, some gasoline didn't have time to burn, it was still cold, and after splashing on his body, it was instantly ignited by the flames next to him, and the scorched breath filled his nostrils, Xing De endured the pain and waved his hand indiscriminately to block other things.

The scorching breath in the air was that their flesh was burning, this pain was terrifying, but it was still within their tolerance, and the injury looked terrifying, with their recovery power, they still recovered quickly, and what frightened them was the jet-black iron pieces flying everywhere in the air.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

I don't know how many of these pieces of iron were hidden in the iron bucket, and after being shaken out by the explosion, they flew around at a very fast speed, irregular, unstoppable, and blocked by flames, they didn't dare to open their eyes at all, they could only rely on their ears and the unique sense of evolutionary.

Laugh at!

A person standing not far from Xing De was accidentally slashed in the neck by a piece of iron, half of his neck was cut off, his head was tilted, and blood spurted out wildly, creating a beautiful appearance in the flames. Rei's picture!

It's bad luck. Before he died, the man stared at the roof not far away unwillingly, and he was extremely unwilling, he died before he saw the enemy, he was also an eighth-level evolutionary, why was the gap so big? Could it be that a level 8 sniper is really so rebellious?

West didn't feel unlucky at all, he found it exciting. These people came straight here, and they didn't dare to say hello directly, they obviously had a plan, and it was very likely that it was related to themselves, since they wanted to fight their own ideas, they should be ready to die.

What a beautiful battle flag of blood and fire! This banner is hoisted for him!

After admiring it, Nishi let out a sigh of relief, silently waiting for the moment when the target was most relaxed.

His target was lucky, it was the farthest away from the flames, and he was occasionally attacked by more than a dozen pieces of iron, and he blocked it with a wave of his hand, and at this time, he was helping another person extinguish the flames on his body.

He was very smart, he was afraid that the opponent would still have the ability to fight back, so he didn't rush out, but helped his companion extinguish the fire on the surface, and secretly hid behind his companion, the iron rod in his hand shook slightly, blocking his head.

Nishi's eyes didn't blink, looking at the burning man, and the target hiding behind him.

He didn't look at Xing De, who looked flustered, that look was too obvious, and it was clearly pretended. The pieces of iron are gone, the flames are still burning, and how much damage can they bring? Xing De wanted to shoot him himself, it seemed that he had a certain certainty to dodge, in this case, he would not deal with him.

The other two?

Against the other two, the probability of success is greater, but like Xing De, these two people are very stable and do not leave many flaws.

Seventy percent is too little, he wants ten percent!

The remaining target and the person who was still burning in the same place, the target did that, obviously afraid, and he also knew that his strength was the lowest, and the chance of survival was the smallest. What West wants is his fear.

Xing De knew that it was not feasible, so he no longer cared about the flames still burning on his body, and continued to rush forward.

The other people felt his movements, their eyes lit up, this is a good way, if the gunman can still shoot, then force him, make him nervous, as long as he is nervous, he can make a mistake. If you make a mistake, the bullet may not kill someone.

The target no longer pretended to put out the fire for the other person, and the hand holding the iron rod still danced, and the other clapping hand immediately stopped.

Both were going to rush forward.

When the target stopped, the dancing hand inevitably slowed down a little. Actually, it's for sure, people's hands are connected, the hands do different actions repeatedly, when one hand stops, the other hand is affected, it will stagnate for a while, this is the natural reaction of the brain.

It was this stagnation that the West was waiting for.

Now is the time.

Bang!

The distance was too close, and before they could hear the gunshots, a monstrous killing intent that was so strong that it was so strong that it was strong, domineering, and high, like a king looking down on the world.

This is West, this is West's gun, give him time and he will be the king of guns! Even now, he is also the undisputed overlord of the gun.

Dark golden bullets swirled closer, piercing through space, traveling through time, and descending with murderous intent.

The other three heard the gunshots and reacted as before, dodging in both directions.

They still don't know who this bullet is targeting, just like last time, even the killing intent can be deceived, what else can't be faked, the killing intent is no longer on them, it is very likely to be the opponent's trick, in order to make them relax, and then, the bullet will suddenly appear and kill one of them.

Dodge! Dodge!

The person standing in front of the target had a serious face, his eyes reflected flames, and in the center of the flame was a dark golden bullet, which was small but powerful, and would make him desperate.

Wow!

He still got out of the way, only half an inch, but enough, he could see the side of the bullet, which meant that he was not standing in front of the bullet, so he could not be the target of the bullet.

Unless, the bullet will skew.

Bang bang bang!

But then, the gunshots rang out again!