Overhead, the sun hung high in the sky, looking at the light was very strong, but there was no heat, after all, it was winter, and it was already a gift to be able to come out of the sun.

The sun is not strong, and there is wind.

The faint wind seems to be made up of thin needles, which is obviously extremely weak, but after blowing, it can still make people feel the stinging pain and cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

The wind blew gently, gently rolling up a wisp of fresh human blood, and inadvertently burrowed through the hole in the glass door.

The madness of zombies is relative. The strength is too weak, no matter how crazy and crazy it is, it is just a dry joke for the stronger zombies.

There were four dead zombies, so the zombies were divided into four waves.

There were about thirty zombies in the wave closest to the glass door, seven or eight zombies lying on the ground, and the rest of the zombies were standing around, pushing each other and squeezing inward, and after barely getting closer, they couldn't wait to lie down, stretched out their tongues, shook their heads and rushed inside.

If you are not careful, your tongue can touch a trace of flesh, and you will also earn it. However, more zombies not only didn't catch anything, but their black tongues were torn off by the roots, and they were pushed out by the seven or eight zombies who occupied the middle.

In this gas station, the strength of seven or eight of them is not the strongest, but for the surrounding thirty or so, they are the absolute kings. Even if you are lying on your stomach, you can drive away low-level zombies who covet flesh and blood.

Boom!

The glass door shook.

It turned out to be a zombie that was pushed out. Instead of falling, it stumbled backwards and slammed directly into the door. The slimy, indistinguishable coat stuck to the door, and the rotten pieces of flesh in the clothes swayed, falling a small part, just by a trace of tendons. The flesh and the body are attached.

This zombie is low enough, for it, the flesh on its body is not important at all, as long as the stomach pouch is intact and the skeleton is intact, nothing is a problem. It didn't care about its physical condition, but stared at a pair of godless green eyes, facing the seven or eight zombies on the ground.

After all, it doesn't deserve to be angry, move its nose, and be about to carry out the next round of what may still be futile impact.

What smell?

The zombie's thin paws swept in the direction of its nose, and the ethereal smell in the air became even more pronounced.

Human blood! It's human blood! Zombies are naturally sensitive to human breath, and if it is blood, they can detect the slightest hint of it.

The zombie slowly turns its body.

Tear and pull!

The garment was glued to the glass door, and instead of being brought down, a large piece was torn off with it. There is also a layer of black skin stuck to the inner layer of the garment.

A large piece of skin is missing from the zombie's back, and after the skin is not covered, those rot into a lump of tendons. The flesh was exposed, and they were all connected, not at all like a whole, and looked very fragile. One of them fell, and when the skin was torn off, it began to shake, shake.

Syllable!

Fist-sized chunks of carrion fell.

There was a gap in the back, and you could see the shriveled organs inside.

After losing its slightly resilient skin, its body became more fragile, and at this time, a hole appeared, like a dam bursting its embankment, and the pus, blood and rotten flesh that had gathered inside flowed out! Some organs could not withstand the impact of flesh and blood, and fell off one after another, and then flowed out of the body.

Whoa! Syllable!

Flesh and blood flowed all over the ground, and the zombies sniffed the air obsessively as if they weren't aware of it. A bulging organ smashed to the ground and suddenly exploded, and some small black bumps rolled out of it, floating on the top layer of flesh.

Outside the door, the faces of the six people who heard the movement changed, and there was not much time left for them. Zombies are already starting to notice the outside.

Once the zombies rush out, they can only fight them, it is easy to kill them, it is too difficult and too difficult not to expose their breath. As soon as they are exposed, the sniper will determine their bearings and will then shoot without hesitation.

They didn't communicate with words, they were looking for death.

Looking at each other, they both noticed the wound on the fat man's forehead. The power of this shot is a bit unusual, a few hundred meters away, penetrating the bodies of several zombies, the speed can still be so fast, and at the same time, the power is guaranteed, killing an eighth-level evolutionary.

If this gun can be used at will, then the strength of the gunner is terrifying, and there is no tenth level but also a ninth peak.

If the gunners really have such strength, they don't need to hide it, just stand up and kill them one by one.

The gap between level eight and level nine is second only to level nine and level ten, the strength span is very large, one level higher, is dozens of times the increase in combat power, no matter what type of evolutionary, it should not be difficult to kill a group of low-level evolutionaries in seconds.

The gunman did not come forward, there was only one possibility, this powerful bullet, he didn't need a few shots. Then he is not a level 9 or even level 10 evolutionary.

Since it's not level nine or ten, it's easy, it doesn't make a difference between level eight and level seven, he can only fire a few shots, as long as this side doesn't die. Alone, you can come to the gunner, an eighth-level evolutionary who is good at physical attacks, and in the face of an exhausted eighth-level gunner, that is to win.

It's just that, no matter how many shots they can fire, they can't all survive.

It's not worth losing several powerful combat forces for the sake of one gun.

Except for Xing De, the other five all thought like this, and they looked at Xing De with hesitation on their faces.

Xing De didn't go to see them, he didn't know the current situation, but, what else could he do but kill? They have no way to retreat, they are within range, and it is impossible to avoid the battle. That being the case, why not give it a try? It's all dead, and it's not bad to get a powerful sniper rifle.

On the roof, the puppy tilted his head and rubbed West's arm.

Nishi opened his eyes slowly, a hint of tenacity in his painful pupils. On his pale face, the tired look was very strong and could not be concealed.

"There are two shots left. Kill whom? ”

Through the wall and the zombies, Xi couldn't see anyone at all, but he said such strange things in his mouth.

As they progress on the path of evolution, many evolutionaries have learned many small tricks on their own, such as the method of collecting qi. However, there are some evolutionaries who came into contact with these earlier, and they are the imprint bearers of the human race.

Although these six people had already restrained their breath, to Xi, it was only many times weaker than their breath, and he could still clearly "see" them.

Xi first looked at Xing De, and then gave up directly.

Just like the choice of the first shot, he didn't want to kill Xing De, because there was a possibility that he would not be killed. At the same time as the fat man was shot, Xing De reacted, explaining that if the target was him, it was very likely that he would dodge and be injured at most, which was not worth it.

With this second shot, Xing De was more cautious, and the probability of killing him was even lower, and Xi didn't want to take this risk.

The muzzle moves slightly, then stops, and that's it.

Nishi pondered for a moment and had an idea in his mind. ¥ There should be three more chapters in a while, and the shadow is desperate.