Three or five police cars were parked on the side of the road, their lights flashing, and the road leading to the beach house area was cut off by several cordon belts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A group of male and female tourists gathered around the cordon, arguing with several police officers.

"You can't be mistaken, how can such a large sea field be chartered?"

"A few of us are residents in the villa area, and we won't be allowed to go back in the middle of the night, do you want us to sleep in the grass?"

"Okay, let's get over, we're willing to pay for your supper."

The leading bearded officer, who was chewing a barbecue steak in his mouth, was distraught by the noise of the tourists, and he snorted and grabbed his belt, walked up with a shy stomach, and shouted with great majesty: "Order, order! We were ordered from above to last only an hour, and when the fireworks show is over, we promise to let you go. Now, all of you, don't embarrass us, and then you won't be in any trouble! ”

The tourists were suppressed by this bad attitude, and no longer dared to go up to beg for hardship, so they had to stay outside the guard belt and whisper nonsense. A young policeman ran up to the chief, lowered the brim of his hat and whispered, "It seems to be on fire over there, and it doesn't sound right...... We're just staying here, is it really okay? ”

The chief looked over the point, and sure enough, he saw a few fires in the distance. He choked and coughed twice before recovering.

"What could be the problem?" He laughed and said, "Rich and powerful guys are so fond of fooling around, they are willing to burn a few villas to play, that is also their freedom, our task is to carry out orders, don't ask anything else." ”

The subordinate obediently closed his mouth, and before returning to his post, he subconsciously glanced into the depths of the grass.

"Oh my God!" He shuddered, almost sitting on the ground, "Did you see that, sheriff?" Over there...... Something seems to have rushed over there! ”

The chief choked again, the fat hanging from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground, and his patience was drained. "What the hell, you goddamn little hairy boy!" He kicked it over, "Did you see the ghost?!" ”

"That's a devil, a green devil!" The subordinate rubbed his buttocks and replied tremblingly, "I really saw it, but it disappeared in a flash." ”

"You must be dazzled...... subordinate's description made the sheriff's heart furious. He narrowed his eyes and carefully scanned the grass a few times, but the result was that it was safe and sound, and the world was peaceful, so he regained his courage: "Don't always be suspicious, isn't it okay to stay in peace for this hour?" But then again, it's a lot more troublesome than I thought, and it looks like I'll have to find that dwarf melon for some more hard money. ”

The faithful police maintained martial law, and the long-awaited fireworks show was no longer disturbed, and it was just as good as it could burn as hard as possible.

Three kilometres away, in the seaside villa area southeast of Kale, Ghana, a raging fire has been lit!

A dozen townhouses had been reduced to ashes, and blackened and twisted bodies could be seen everywhere under the broken wood, but as the pain and groaning faded away, they seemed to come back to life, and they stood ugly in the rubble, and walked towards the only villa left.

The hole in the window of the villa was shooting bullets aimlessly, but each time the gun rang out, it was exchanged for more violent bullet response.

The villa is already surrounded!

In addition to the heavily armed living zombies, there are also dozens of freshly infected zombies that have just been infected, and they are surrounding the villa, braving their teeth and claws, and advancing without remembering whether they are alive or dead.

The wooden villa was riddled with bullet holes, and the entire floor was smashed and completely collapsed. However, it did not catch fire, and although there were several armed zombies with flamethrowers in their hands, they were all reluctant to do so, as they needed to make sure that the people inside were actually dead, and if they caught fire, it could easily cause chaos and make it possible for the target to escape.

They were ordered that none of those people should be left alive!

The people in the villa were already in a mess. Neither the Mastiff nor Bob had been aware of this sudden crisis, because they had been asleep for no reason, inexplicably.

Fortunately, they were all asleep, so they were not attracted out of the door by the fire around them, otherwise their skulls would have been sniped one by one by the ambushed gunmen, instead of still having a chance to hide in the corner and resist stubbornly as they are now. It's just that the walls of the villa are too fragile, and under the bombardment of electromagnetic guns, they are as thin as pieces of brown paper, and they can't play any role as a bunker at all. The rain of aluminum bullets had already brought down the two entourage, especially the gunman named Betsy, whose entire chest had been shattered, and the lower half of his body was stuck between the fallen stairs, and the head and neck had rolled somewhere.

The newly infected zombies had already rushed into the room, staggering forward in a hail of bullets, while the armed zombies outside the house had no regard for the safety of their companions, and the magnetic guns in their hands did not stop firing for a moment.

The battle situation is too passive, the number of attackers is over hundred, and they are still being replenished, and only he and Bobu are left on the Mastiff's side, even if they are both experienced in battle, it is difficult to deal with so many enemies, not to mention that these enemies are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

In addition, in terms of firepower comparison, the fierce mastiff is also obviously at a disadvantage, because a large part of the opponent is a modified living zombie, extremely sensitive to electromagnetic radiation, once the electrical signal of the magnetic gun is found, it will immediately concentrate on the firepower and shoot fiercely, so the fierce mastiff and Bobu can only fight back with traditional firearms prepared in advance, not to mention the bulky and weak, the number of reloads is pitiful, like the Remingden smoothbore gun in the hands of the fierce mastiff, which needs to be reloaded every six or seven shots, and the new electromagnetic gun that arms zombies, A small magazine can hold nearly 100 aluminum bullets.

Both Mastiff and Bob were so scarred that they couldn't hold their heads up, so they gritted their teeth and fought on their own, trying their best to fend off the zombies that had already entered the house. Thinking about it, they had already discovered that Wu Ming and Yaji had escaped, but at the moment, they had no time to care about it, and they only hoped that the crumbling wall could hold on for a while longer, and not collapse in the enemy's fire, in that case, they would be completely exposed to the opponent's fire, and there would be no chance of survival.

The scheduled time is almost up, and there are not many regular zombies left to break through the door, and armed zombies with magnetic guns have begun a frontal assault.

The honeycomb walls no longer stopped, and the holes around them made it easier for the zombies to break in, and every piece of broken furniture in the room jumped with a chaotic and deafening sound as the magnetic guns fired wildly.

The mastiff hiding in the corner of the kitchen was at its wit's end, and the zombie that rushed into the room first had exhausted all its ammo, leaving only the missing chef's knife at hand. Bob was on the second floor fighting several zombies that had climbed through the window, and his shouts were loud, but it also meant that he had turned off his flames and could only fight his opponents with his thick arms.

Obviously, this is the end of this mission, and they will all die here, being shot into a pile of meat by those ugly guys!

However, at this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound outside the villa, and the sound was as if the forest fire team had finally received the news and sent a helicopter to put out the fire.

But the buzz was accompanied by a series of crisp gunshots, and after that, there was a panicked shout: "Hell, hold on!" My waist ...... You're stuck in my waist! Don't, don't...... Stop it! We're going to crash! ”

Immediately afterward, the sound of the tip of the knife rubbing against glass sounded harshly, louder and closer, as if the speeding train was braking urgently.

All the armed zombies that entered the house stopped shooting and stood in place staring at each other, even ignoring the fact that one of their companions' head had just been stabbed by a flying chef's knife. Their mushy brains froze, unable to guess what was going on.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a large hole appeared in the wall on the south side of the villa, and a green monster rushed into the air, spinning like a spinning top in the wolf-like house, but it was always able to maintain its balance, and refused to fall to the ground without saying anything.

Sand, sawdust, and debris were scattered everywhere, and the three or four zombie warriors who were standing still were unlucky, and they were hit by the green whirlwind, and they scattered one after another.

In the smoke and dust, the Green Goblin finally retracted his anger and froze in place, because ...... The driver has already vomited.

Wu Ming was the awkward driver. He sat in the back row, but he had to stretch his arms and poke his head out to temporarily steer Yaji, so that the marksman could use his good friends to give those zombies a little hard time, and this juggling way of driving ended up with bad results - the speed was so fast that Wu Ming couldn't stop the motorcycle at the door as planned, so he could only crash into it in a daze.

Fortunately, the Green Goblin was equipped with the corresponding parts of the dynamic balance, and in such a serious traffic accident, it still came to a smooth stop, except for scraping off some paint, and some vomit was hung on the beams, and the whole was not damaged.

Compared to Wu Ming's vomiting, Yaji still showed the professional level of a corpse hunter, the shotgun sounded like a cannon, ten shots in a row, no bullets, ten armed zombies headshot on the spot!

"Remember, we have to have a safety helmet!"

Yaggie grumbled as she skillfully changed the magazine. In the center of his forehead, a large bag was bulging at a speed visible to the eye.

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