Wu Zhen and Han Wenjie looked at it, and saw that the eyes of the three zombies were all white, different from the zombies they had killed before, those were gray and white, but these three were white, and the eyes of the zombie in the middle were particularly white, like a ray of light.

"The eyes are white, but what's the use? Can you help us with them? Three second-level zombies, we count two at most, how did we win? Han Wenjie was unhappy with He Bin's tone, because he didn't understand what it could mean and how it could help this disparity battle.

"It's useless, when you meet zombies in the future, pay attention to their eyes, gray and white are first-level zombies, white is second-level zombies, that's all." He Bin didn't care about the complaint in Han Wenjie's words, and looked at the three white-eyed zombies who were getting closer and closer, and his expression became much more serious.

Wu Zhen somewhat understood, according to the color of the eyes can judge the level of the zombies, knowing oneself and knowing the other, in order to have a chance to win, He Bin is really terrifying, this kind of terrible time, he can actually carefully observe the difference between these zombies and the previous zombies, and summarize some useful information, no matter what the moment, there will be no emotions that are not conducive to the battle, this kind of person is very cold and ruthless, is this still a person? What Wu Zhen didn't notice was that He Bin was talking about you, not us.

Although Wu Zhen didn't talk much, he, like Han Wenjie, silently stared at the murderer beside him, but the more he looked, the more he felt that he couldn't see clearly.

"One for each person, go on!" Wu Zhen was holding a round thing in his hand, it was the steering wheel of the car just now, taking advantage of the moment before, taking advantage of the gap between being knocked out, he dragged this thing down alive, dealing with this kind of powerful zombie with the same strength as himself but obviously not afraid of pain, he always felt unsteady without holding something in his hand.

The three second-level zombies were not surprising except that they were different from the first-level zombies in terms of eyeballs and strength, and they were very slow, walking unhurriedly, and walking for a minute before they walked in front of the three of them.

"Watch out for their speed, they're loaded." He Bin's eyes were rolling all the time, full of composure.

Wu Zhen was vigilant in his heart, grabbed the steering wheel in his hand, and took the lead in attacking, and the target was the obviously more powerful zombie in the middle.

Han Wenjie suddenly took a step forward, and the gun in his hand aimed at the eyebrows of the zombie who was already very close.

There was a gunshot, but it was not Han Wenjie's gun, but He Bin.

When Wu Zhen was about to come into contact with the strongest white-eyed zombie, a bullet suddenly grazed his eyebrows, and he could even smell the burnt smell of his eyebrows.

He Bin fired, the target was the zombie in front of Wu Zhen, the bullet cut through a straight thin line, and rushed towards the zombie with a wonderful smell of gunpowder, and just as it was about to rush into its eyes, it suddenly turned its head.

There was a soft click, and the bullet was nailed into the corner of the zombie's eyebrows, where the skin and flesh were burned and blackened, and some small cracks appeared in the bones.

It's just that it doesn't work.

He Bin knew very well that only by killing the strongest zombie would they win half of the way, even if Han Wenjie and himself could solve one, Wu Zhen didn't do it, and the ending of the three would not change much, so he came up with this method at the beginning, and shot at the moment when Wu Zhen rushed up to attract the attention of the zombie, no one knew his goal, Wu Zhen didn't know, how the zombie could hide.

What he didn't expect was that this was a very powerful zombie, very responsive, and his bullets were too powerful to kill him unless they hit his eyes.

"Leave it to me!" Wu Zhen was indeed frightened, and then angry, did He Bin look down on him? He roared and got into a hand-to-hand fight with the zombie.

On the other hand, after Han Wenjie figured out He Bin's intentions, he really didn't know what to say, on the one hand, he was shocked by He Bin's means, and on the other hand, he was remorseful, if this method succeeded, plus Wu Zhen, the remaining two second-level zombies with a base of 15, the three of them were still very likely to solve it, but it was just a little bit worse.

You only get one chance, and if you miss it, you won't have that kind of good luck again.

Wu Zhen rounded the steering wheel, kept greeting the zombies, and did not dare to let the zombies directly contact his body, although there is no difference in the strength of the two, but if he is caught or bitten, he will mutate, then he will lose, and he will have to pay the price of his life.

With a bang, the steering wheel in Wu Zhen's hand hit the zombie's neck firmly, this time, it could have easily avoided it, but it didn't, this zombie is very shrewd, and would rather take a hit than be hit by a gun from behind.

Wu Zhen glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, and found that Han Wenjie's muzzle was always aimed at his back, to be precise, at this most threatening zombie.

He Bin can't do it, it doesn't mean that Han Wenjie can't do it, he is an expert in firearms.

"Hurry up and get rid of them, come and help me!" Wu Zhen had already felt the tremendous pressure brought to him by the zombie in front of him, and understood that he who had no combat experience and was timid might not be his opponent, so he was no longer reluctant and said loudly.

Han Wenjie didn't want to be like this, the stronger the zombie he shot, the stronger he himself would be, what he was waiting for was Wu Zhen's words, he tried to stay away from the zombies in front of him, and shot after pulling a slight distance, his evolution type determined his way of fighting, so this is the best choice, stay away, and then shoot.

This zombie's reaction is not very slow, what if the strength is great, Han Wenjie will not fight with it, shooting again and again, three or four bullet holes appeared on the zombie's head, deep into the brain and marrow, the speed is much slower, it seems that it has been injured at all, and on his body, the bullet holes are dense, and his knees and joints are broken, which is also one of the reasons why his speed is much slower.

He Bin's way is the same as Han Wenjie's, because at this time, he is just an ordinary person with good marksmanship, but, compared with Han Wenjie, there is almost no bonus to the strength of his bullets, he can only rely on flexibility to dodge around, occasionally let go of a shot, hit the knee joint, and fight extremely hard.

As the battle progressed, the three of them finally realized how big the difference between the second-level zombies and the first-level zombies was, first of all, strength, speed, flexibility, and patience, followed by the toughness of the bones, and those white eyes, they always felt that there was something hidden.

Even if it was Han Wenjie's bullet, one or two shots couldn't shatter the skull of a second-level zombie, let alone He Bin.

Bang!

Han Wenjie's muzzle once again burst out of an incomparably powerful bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out of the chamber, the gunfire started again, and he actually pulled the trigger again in such a short period of time, this kind of hand speed is a bit outrageous.

The interval between the two bullets was only 0.01 seconds, and even if it was slowed down many times, it only felt like a bullet was dragging its own shadow and flying out.

The zombie turned its head to dodge, and the first one hit the center of the eyebrows accurately, where there was already a bullet before, and this bullet pushed the other one directly. In its head, more cracks appeared in the bones in the center of its eyebrows, and just after its head was a little off, a second bullet arrived, just in time to rush into these cracks, the bones were already shattered, and it was no longer possible to stop the bullet.

Click! The bullet broke through the block, like the tip of a long sword, domineeringly into the brain marrow of the zombie, boom! The bullet pierced the brain and hit the back of its head, and the sound came out clearly, and the zombie was pushed down by the impact and could not get up again.

These two gun companies. Hair, like the judgment of the god of fate, an enemy has been solved, Han Wenjie didn't care about the enhancement of his ability to feel, and stepped in the direction of He Bin, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a series of tongues of fire.

Although Han Wenjie's opponent fell, He Bin was also on the verge of falling, with the physical fitness of ordinary people, it was already remarkable to have been dealing with a second-level zombie for so long, but the goal of the three of them was not to wrestle, but to kill the enemy and get out alive.

The zombie's hands were already clawed. He Bin opened his mouth, and the green saliva mixed with the unknown red liquid was about to drip on He Bin's still calm face.

At this time, the bullet arrived.

The zombie felt the pressure and suddenly lowered his head, not only dodging the bullet, but also getting closer to He Bin's neck, as long as he closed his mouth, he could bite He Bin's neck.

After Han Wenjie stood still, he fired six shots at the temple of the zombie who was lying on He Bin's body and did not move.

Six bullets hit the zombie's temple in turn.

The first one cracked the bone.

The second widened the seam by a few millimeters.

The third shot is shot. into the skull.

The fourth nearly pierced its head, pushing the other temple up with a small bulge.

The fifth squeezed out the fourth.

The sixth rushed out unimpeded, with almost no resistance.

Han Wenjie looked at the zombies on the ground that were no longer moving, and He Bin, who was not moving under the zombies, and felt a little desolate, such a character was gone.

Being bitten by a zombie will mutate into a new zombie, Han Wenjie has seen such a person, so after a little hesitation, he raised his hand and prepared to smash He Bin's skull with a shot, and at this moment, he felt something strange inside his body.

After killing that second-level zombie before, he obviously felt a mutation in his body, why didn't he have it this time?

The zombie on the ground suddenly moved, and Han Wenjie was startled, ready to give it a few more shots.

At this time, someone spoke, in a voice that he was familiar with.

"You shoot too fast, I can't stop you, don't waste bullets!"

The zombies on the ground were pushed away, and He Bin got up from the ground, clutching tightly in his hand a sticky stick. Small iron bars thick with white objects.

Han Wenjie looked at the zombie on the ground and found that one of its eyeballs was gone, replaced by a hollow, with nothing in the eye sockets, black and swarthy, and a little scary to look at.

"You...... How did you find out that it was dangerous? Han Wenjie didn't expect He Bin to be so violent, stabbing a zombie's eyeballs out, and remembering the scene of jumping out of the car before, he was inevitably injured, He Bin didn't have anything to do, looking at He Bin like a monster, he felt more and more that he was not simple.