"Strange thing, these beasts have also invaded by the virus?" The police chief grunted and pulled the pistol out the window.

"Uhh

"Uhh

"Uhh

Gunshots rang out three times in a row.

Animals have always been afraid of the sound of guns and the clash of irons.

But now, as soon as the shots rang out, instead of fleeing out of fear, the dog immediately attacked, pounced on the police car like a madman, barking and biting, blatant disregard, and terrible.

A long and sturdy fake wolf dog jumped into the county magistrate's car at once, tore up the bright little red flag in one bite, and then howled like a wolf, and the sound was transmitted far away, adding an indescribable sense of horror to the vast night.

As soon as this voice came out, more than 20 police dogs led by the police and squatting in a big car were about to move, but at this time, their pupils released a cowardly and confused light, and they were next to the police, losing their alertness and bravery, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The dog outside the car window is obviously no longer a dog, but a terrible monster.

This change made the police officers holding the police dogs feel embarrassed, confused and angry, and they poked the police dogs around them with their fingers, and the police dogs actually climbed under the seats one by one as if they were begging.

These well-trained, brave and witty police dogs are also like everyone, with their own fears.

The dogs on the ground, as if they had heard the commander-in-chief's command, barked and wailed one after another, and then launched a fierce attack on the steel vehicles with their fresh flesh......

As soon as the dog moved, the pig was also affected and pounced.

The pig's teeth are sharp, but they can't gnaw on the steel, so they scramble to gnaw on the wheels and other plastic parts, although they can't cause great damage for a while, the situation is terrifying - if the bite is a human body, it is guaranteed that it will soon be miserable.

As soon as the pig moved, the ox also took off on all fours, as if it had received a signal from a prior appointment, and bravely collided with it.

The horns are hard, no matter what kind of steel and plastic you have, whirring and smashing your head, ping pong is a slam.

The target of the dog's attack was the people in the windows and trunks, biting and scratching.

The target of the pig's attack is the wheel tire, which bites and tears.

The target of the ox's attack was the front of the cart with bigger eyes, which hit and topped it.

All of this is so well coordinated, with a clear division of labor, as if it had been discussed and discussed in advance, which is really eye-opening.

A dog pounced on Director Fan's arm stretching out the window, and the director was in a hurry, and fired a shot without thinking.

The dog screamed miserably, fell under the window, and was crushed by the wheels, and it was impossible to survive.

At the same time, a piece of flesh on Director Fan's arm was also torn away, and he screamed in pain, and immediately retracted his arm.

Another dog that was shot gushed blood, and he was not dead for a while, and he tried to struggle to stand up, but he seemed to be at home.

The intestinal ghost slapped his stomach to meet it, and the intestines "swished" around the dog's neck, and with a hard shake, the dog was thrown five feet away, hit a * burst on the cement pole, and died immediately.

In an emergency, the intestines of the gut-pumping ghost flew out again, wrapped around the horns of one buffalo, and dragged it hard, colliding with the horns of another buffalo at once.

In an instant, the two cows shattered their horns, their skulls burst, and they fell down with a bang.

The poor dead man saw it so hard that the doctors, who did not know the inside story, saw it and were terrified and confused, and thought that both cows had had a mad cow attack.

Other policemen and officers and soldiers, under the unhurried instructions of the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, also chose a safe and advantageous angle, opened fire, or waved sizzling *.

A few fluttering dogs, a few biting pigs, immediately screamed and fell, losing their destructive power.

A big bull rushed over and slammed its horn, and the police car in which the chief of public security was riding immediately shattered a searchlight.

The mad cow tried to pick another headlight, but the poor ghost floated up to it and wiped it lightly on the forehead.

The mad bull came to his senses in an instant, jumped to the side in panic, and fled into the rice field, never fighting again.

The poor dead man did the same, and the pig rubbed a handful on his back, and the vicious dog touched his neck, and then sighed at the other cow......

The animals that had been touched by the poor dead ghost came to their senses in an instant, and then took advantage of the chaos to flee, no longer attacking, and no longer being attacked.

......

This human-animal war (people can't see ghosts, so they don't take ghosts seriously, let alone remember ghosts), ended in less than ten minutes.

The road was full of corpses of "animals", and the smell of blood wafting in the air was wafting with the "animals" and the wails and convulsions of the "animals" about to die.

In this battle, the people can be regarded as a complete victory, except for the director of the public security bureau, who lost a piece of flesh, the others are unharmed and unharmed.

Of course, three broken headlights and five deflated doors are the loss of the car, a low-grade commodity, insignificant.

Ordinary policemen have made meritorious contributions, special police officers have made meritorious contributions, and officers and men have made great meritorious contributions.

In terms of ghosts, of course, it also plays a big role.

The gut-pumping ghost triumphantly strangled seven mad cows, stoned nine dogs, and killed twelve pigs.

The poor ghost used his own unique method to release eighteen cows, twenty-four dogs, and eight pigs.

After the battle was over, and for a moment of respite, the police dragged away the animal carcasses on the road, crushing the blood, and the convoy set off in a mighty way.

The county magistrate was still asleep, and more than 600 villagers were still wandering in their dreams, and the tragedy that had just happened had nothing to do with them—if they did, they would all die.

When the poor man looked at the dead or not dead animals, he suddenly felt very annoyed and tired, and his heart ached, so he sat down on the grass by the roadside, and said angrily, "The danger has passed, and it is time to call it a day and rest." ”

"Rest, the most important work is still to come!" "The gut-pumping ghost jumped on top of the county magistrate's car, looked at the more and more stars, and became nervous, "They must be coming to join in the fun!"

"Who are they?" asked the poor ghost, angrily.

"None of the competitors of the eighteen floors of hell are fuel-efficient lamps. The gut-pumping ghost's tone was much more solemn.

The poor ghost immediately jumped up, as if his butt had been bitten by a snake: "The one I like is coming too, right?"

"Brother, there are many beautiful and lovely ghosts in the underworld, don't take it too seriously, otherwise, you will not have a good life. The boss of the gut-pumping ghost disagreed, because he no longer believed in love except for desire and money, "Beautiful and beautiful ghosts are all rotten, don't be fascinated by the glamour of appearance!"

"Except for the salary, I'll decide the rest for myself!" the poor ghost found himself more and more assertive, and more and more proud, "I know that it is not a good thing, and I don't know how many people have fooled around with things that are not ghosts and ghosts, but I still like her very much—I am a fucking bitch, and I just don't like those women of good families or innocent girls." ”

"Hey, that's not surprising. In this netherworld where money is supreme and pleasure is the norm, male ghosts without money are always very inferior, and male ghosts with low self-esteem always want to live casually. When you have money, your horizons are broadened, and the female ghost you see is right, there will be a lot of changes, and you will understand that there is only one ghost you really want in the vast sea of ghosts. The gut-pumping ghost lit a cigar in the void, swallowed the clouds and spitted mist, and said in an old-fashioned manner, "Come, come with me to escort the county magistrate, it doesn't matter how many of those small people die, this tool for making a fortune can't have three long and two short." ”

"With your escort, it's enough, I'd better go and see those small people, they are as pitiful as Lao Tzu Mao Changsheng, as important as Lao Tzu Mao Changsheng, but there can't be any three long and two short!" The poor dead ghost spat vigorously at the county magistrate's car, jumped into the cart full of villagers, and looked around depressedly.

On the village street not far away, there have been a little lights, so lovely, so wonderful, but this big village with beautiful mountains and rivers does not have the slightest light, as if it is dead, it seems so lonely, so lonely, so helpless.

The cows that had escaped after the poor ghost had woken up walked restlessly in the fields, walking a few steps and lowering their heads to graze and lick them, but they felt bored and walked away absent-mindedly.

The dogs, following closely behind the oxen, as if the ox were their masters, their last dependence, let out a soft bark from time to time, and the barking was full of the taste of loss, melancholy and sorrow.

The pigs that survived followed the dogs not far away, humming and chirping, as if a group of rich children who were used to living and working in peace and contentment had embarked on the road to the end of the world......

The poor ghost couldn't help himself, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he was afraid that the gut-pumping ghost would see the joke, so he immediately turned his face away and quickly wiped it three times.

In fact, the gut-pumping ghost had already seen his every move of cutting the fruit, and said secretly with a sneer: "The ears are soft-hearted, the scene is full of feelings, and he is not born to be a material for doing big things! However, with such a small worker, the boss can rest assured: those who have always missed the old will become loyal employees or lackeys!"

At this moment, the leading police car braked abruptly, and the driver behind him quickly braked, and asked in unison: "What's wrong?"