The moment the gun rang out, Xing De's hair suddenly rose all over his body, and he had a feeling of being targeted by death.

Cold sweat flowed from his trembling body, he didn't believe that he would die so easily, the other party couldn't be so strong, separated by such a distance, what bullet could fly so far and still retain great power? No way! He is an eighth-level evolutionary, one of the strongest people in the gathering area, and he will not die under the gun before he sees the enemy.

The body is extremely tense and automatically reacts subtly, the muscles contract slightly, and the skin is tense like an eraser.

The Gunner's strength lies in his long-range attacks, as well as the speed of bullets, which are faster and more penetrating than other attacks, and if they are in range and do not have tough enough cover, they are live targets.

There was a glass door in front of Xing De and the fat man, a very fragile door, and there were many zombies walking around in the door, they might be able to block it again. However, Xing De, who was locked by the gunman, didn't think so much, he only knew that he had to live under this shot, the gunman was also a human being, and there were also flaws, they had superb marksmanship, but there was a common dead end.

The gunner's body was fragile.

Get through it, then look for an opportunity to kill him.

A dark golden bullet slanted down from the ridge of the roof, tearing through the air in a razor-sharp motion, drifting over the bare brown head of one zombie and killing another.

Burst!

The bullet easily pierced the half-held arm of a zombie and continued to fly.

There was a blood hole in the middle of the zombie's arm, thick blood, it couldn't flow, hanging on the edge of the blood hole, neither dripping nor spreading, its arm bones were broken, and the broken bones up and down opened outward, and the bone stubble was forested, and it was extremely hideous.

The bullet was practically not affected in any way, speed, power, direction, it was like a faithful soldier who, from the moment he received the order, forgot about everything, only remembered, forward! Advance! Advance!

Bullets point, unstoppable!

Poof!

Two zombies in quick succession were very unlucky, and they just got in front of the bullets. So, they all had a big hole in their skulls, and the bones where the bullet entered were all cracked and concave, and on the other side there was a bag bulging high, and of course all the bones inside were broken, and in the center of the bulging bag, there was a small bullet hole.

Like a dead volcano, no, maybe an active volcano because the top of the mountain has a reddish-white sticky. The liquid slowly oozes. They didn't notice it at all, and they still walked in the same way, and I am afraid that it would be a few seconds before they realized that they were dead again.

Bite!

A white dot appeared on the glass door as thick as an inch, and a dark golden bullet with red blood was on top of it, the white dot expanded, and the glass gradually could not bear it, and incomparably small cracks appeared, and the cracks quickly expanded to all sides. Around the bullet, there was probably a palm-sized place, and the glass was cracked from the inside out.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, a tiny bullet hole appeared in the glass door, and pieces of tiny glass shards exploded outward.

On the ridge of the roof, Xi's eyes were attached to the scope, and he watched coldly as the bullets passed through every zombie that stood in his way, and when he crashed open the glass door, his pupils shrank slightly. From his vision, there was still a straight hole left in the air, and the time was too fast, and these zombies didn't have time to move, so this trajectory of blood and bone residue was still there.

Nishi's gaze seemed to possess power, and he pushed the bullet with his eyes, all the while watching it move forward, forward, watching the circle-shaped groove at its bottom farther and farther away.

Soon, soon!

The bullet finally followed its original route, passed through the obstacles, and was about to enter the enemy's body. It's true that Nishi can't see the enemies behind the zombies, but he's a sniper, and they never just look at their targets with their eyes.

Xing De's eyes widened, and under extreme anxiety and longing, he didn't know where his gaze fell.

The fat man stood next to him, feeling nothing, just for a moment, he heard a gunshot, and then suddenly screamed.

"No!"

The piercing screams stopped abruptly, and the violently fluctuating air gradually calmed down.

Hurried footsteps rang out.

At the same time as the fat man was shot, Xing De walked to the wall and slowly squatted down. Others, who also heard the gunshots, approached the brick wall and then suppressed their breath. They escaped, but the fear that remained in their hearts grew stronger.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The zombies inside the door were still walking aimlessly, and suddenly several of them were unstable and fell down, and were shaken like this, and soon, some black blood flowed out of the blood hole on the head.

As if they had seen a treasure, the other zombies rushed over as fast as they could, scrambling to pounce on their former companions and now prey, and sucking greedily. Suck everything.

On the ground next to the door, the fat man's eyes widened incredibly, lying on his back, his body temperature decreased little by little, and there was a blood hole on his forehead, he was human, and the blood was fresher than that of zombies. Sheng, bright red blood gurgling. It gushed out, and in the blink of an eye, it flowed all over the face.

The sound of carrion being torn apart and the roar came out, making the people outside the door even more nervous. They looked at the fat man lying on the ground at the door, like a mountain of meat, and felt a little sad in their hearts, not for the fat man, but for themselves. They fear that they will be the next target.

They don't feel sorry for their indifferent hearts at all, the fat man dies when he dies, and it's not very useful anyway, thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to be much different from the zombies who rob their companions of flesh and blood.

The only six remaining eighth-level evolutionaries have no power but can't use it, and in addition to fear, there are still some grievances in their hearts.

Compared to snipers, their attack range is ridiculous, and now, they are within the range of a sniper, and if they move, they can be locked by a sniper, and a second such bullet will fly over. A corpse will be added outside the gas station.

How many shots can a sniper fire if he is on their side? I'm afraid that as soon as I picked up the gun, they would be blasted into pulp. They can only think about it like this, for now, they still have to come up with a way as soon as possible, this wall is thicker and stronger than a glass door, but how many bullets can it block?

They can only stay where they are, suppress their breath, and of course they can't run away, as long as they are far away from the wall and the sniper can see with their eyes, then they are really looking for death.

Is it okay not to move? This is exactly what they are worried about, there is a fresh corpse at the door, and the zombies who are extremely crazy with the blood and flesh of their companions will quickly find the food lying at the door after enjoying their companions, and the companions are just the source of evolution, and the flesh and blood of humans are the most tempting for them. Confusing delicacy.

As soon as the zombies come out, they can't hide. They know it, and so do the snipers.

It's all your fault, you dead fat.

The six people looked at the corpse on the ground, not only did not feel sorry, but also gave birth to a feeling of disgust.

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