The battle had never been so hearty, and Planck and the others used all their power to kill the zombies, but a different zombie was lurking in the dark corner.

If Zheng Yifan saw it, he would definitely be surprised to find that this guy was actually a second-order zombie, which was almost impossible on earth, because the concentration of vitality and various indicators did not reach the level of giving birth to a second-order zombie.

It's just that it is reasonable to save zài, and since they save zài, there must be a reason for it.

Zheng Yifan didn't see these zombies, because he was waiting for the news of the cleanup in Port Hedland, and he had a rare vacation with his family, right in Port Hedland, right on the aircraft carrier, enjoying the sun and wine.

Planck, on the other hand, was in the most terrible danger. When the weapons in their hands were slaughtering zombies, suddenly a black shadow rushed out in front of them, and it was almost impossible for fast people to see, but everyone knew that it was a zombie.

The black bear barely hesitated, and raised his gun to the shadow, squeezing the trigger, the muzzle of the gun in his hand spewing out sinful flames.

Devouring a qiē creature in mid-air that could threaten them. It's just that they don't know that the second-order zombies on the opposite side are obviously much stronger, even if the bullets tear at their bodies, they can use their speed to retreat with their whole body, leaving a drop of green zombie corpse liquid on the ground, and the second-order zombies disappear in front of their eyes.

Planck's sweat was pouring out of their bodies, and several men were on standby, using their weapons to target any creature that might pose a threat to them.

Even the stuntman who acted as the driver was no exception, and the gun in his hand was a Remington M870, which can be said to be a fairly classic firearm. Since his position is only to assist in shooting, the main thing is to clean up the zombies around him. So the gun was enough, and he drove the car with his right hand. With a Remington M870 in his left hand on his right arm, ready to fire at any moment.

The shotgun's muzzle kinetic energy allowed him to easily take out creatures lying in the window, and he would pull the trigger for a second of hesitation.

This is what they have been preparing for a long time.

The glass around me is bulletproof glass, but it doesn't matter, it's a special bulletproof glass with a special shooting glass hole on it, and the glass there is not bulletproof. The gun in his hand was aimed there.

It seems that only Planck didn't care about this weird zombie, because his enemies were thousands of zombies, and they were zombies that appeared when the first vitality burst out, and they were faster and more resistant to blows, even if a bullet passed through their body, it still wouldn't let them die. Only by breaking them to pieces or piercing their heads will they actually die.

Planck was attacking the zombies, his machine gun almost completely dead. He really didn't think that there would be such a day when he could shoot heartily and keep shooting.

There are fewer and fewer bullets around. The number of zombies has also begun to decrease. But no one takes it lightly, because the weird zombie has not yet appeared, and the tens of thousands of zombies slaughtered in front of it may not be as dangerous as the one on this one, because the other zombies can't catch up with the Humvee at all. But this zombie can.

Planck ordered the vehicle to slow down, and since it could be overtaken, it was better to put some zombies in and shoot. Anyway, everyone else was waiting for that particular zombie to appear.

Only Planck still shoots ordinary zombies as usual.

After about twenty minutes, Planck really didn't have many bullets on his car. Others are also starting to relax a little, and the tense nerves will not be able to stand it for a long time.

They are now on the verge of collapse. The black bear's face was already covered with sweat, and at a bend in the corner, the black bear subconsciously wiped his sweat.

The sweat had almost covered his eyes, and the subconscious act of wiping the sweat of his left hand brought the greatest threat to his life.

At such a wave of his hand, a zombie suddenly appeared in mid-air, the speed was surprising, and there was almost no possibility to dodge, he could only immediately tighten the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand.

Bullets were sprayed in mid-air, and there was no real shot at all on the zombies.

It was just like that, the people around him moved, it was Planck, the old guy saw the zombie next to him attacking, he didn't care about the machine gun next to him, his right hand seemed to subconsciously cross his waist, and then he saw a Nepalese saber flying from his waist, just inserted into the neck of the zombie, the second-order zombie "Whoa~~" shrank violently, and had jumped out more than ten meters away, and wanted to run again.

Several people had already reported that all the guns were pointed at him, and even Plante's machine gun had been turned.

The crazy bullets, like the pear blossoms in the rainstorm, the white expanse between the heavens and the earth, just Xiu Ang was all swallowed by the bullets, their bullets were too crazy, too violent, as if the zombies had turned into spring snow under the scorching sun, and soon they had disappeared.

It's really gone, and the ground has been sifted through bullets. There was no trace of the zombie at all, only a shining mourning crystal indicating that the second-order zombie had existed.

A small episode, but it almost caused the black bear to die here, and he was now scared, if it weren't for Plante's throwing knife, he wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

It's so thrilling.

It's so thrilling that it's terrifying. Now his legs are still weak, and he can't stand up straight.

"Young man is something that needs to be honed, and next time you will be as pampered as I am." Planck didn't say much, but the others always felt that the old guy was not simple.

After the war, there were really no zombies on the streets, the war lasted for three days, they resupplied every two hours, and then came to slaughter again, and the whole town was sifted several times to finally make sure that there were really no zombies on the streets before stopping.

Because their task has been completed, the rest of the things still need professional understanding to solve, and they can't solve it, because they don't dare to rush into the house to kill the zombies inside.

Survivors have begun to emerge slowly, gathering in the streets, cowering, and a few others smashing open the doors of supermarkets and shops, looking for food inside.

They had been hungry for two days.

Planck: They didn't bother with these people.

"Hey! Are you rescuers sent by the government? Suddenly, a seven or eight-year-old child said with an innocent face on his fingers.

Planck hesitated, aren't they, the government? Is there still that thing?

In the end, after struggling for a long time, they finally gritted their teeth and said, "No! We are not from the government, we belong to the Hope Group. It was the Hope Group that saved your name, Australia, and the Hope Group in the future. ”

Planck's words, which seem to erupt from his lungs, are so strong and powerful.

"Hope Group? Are they more powerful than the government? Are Americans strong? "In the hearts of children, the United States, which is rich in superheroes, is the most powerful country in the world.

Planck nodded: "Yes! We are the strongest! (To be continued......)