This is really a zombie hero, such a zombie, if it is eaten by the Japanese slave zombie without resistance, it is a pity, but if Aunt Tan saves it, then any survivor who encounters this big guy zombie in the future will be unlucky, and it is estimated that a slap can beat the stool of ordinary people. Let's take it to Yashan, this guy is good as a humanoid crane.

Wang Bi'an was thinking about it, and Huang Donghua next to him muttered: "Look, this big zombie is retreating, he, is he trying to escape?" ”

Wang Bian smiled: "How is it possible, zombies don't know how to be afraid - hey, this zombie is really retreating, retreating towards our stronghold - something is wrong." ”

Wang Bi'an raised the Bayi bar, aimed at the head of the big zombie wrapped in plastic cloth a hundred meters away, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger - although it was just a suspicion, Wang Bi'an didn't care to shoot a local zombie in order to verify this suspicion, it didn't matter how much he killed.

Wang Bi'an's long-term training is not vegetarian, after a gunshot, there was a crisp sound almost at the same time - the bullet hit the head of the big zombie, but there was a sound of metal colliding!

"That guy is wearing a helmet!" Huang Donghua immediately realized next to him, and he shouted wildly: "It's the enemy, it's the Japanese slave zombie!" Hurry up, fight back! Counterattack! ”

However, it was too late, when the sleeping people in the container were woken up by Huang Donghua's panicked call and were rubbing their eyes, Wang Bi'an saw that the tall zombie who was hit by his own shot suddenly roared and lifted the plastic sheet wrapped around his body as a cover--

under plastic sheeting. Hiding is an unusually ugly body, his whole body is full of - no, it should be said that it is crawling with large and small strange tumors, some of which are still flowing with corpse fluid, and some of which even seem to have independent lives, moving, tumors as small as eggs, but bigger than a basketball, so his body is wide and tall.

In fact, Wang Bian thought it was the position of the head. In fact, it is a large tumor in the shoulder. The real head, however, was hidden under the tumor, and a heavy, fully enclosed steel helmet was worn on it.

"Tumor Wisdom Corpse! It's a tumor corpse! Wang Bi'an shouted: "Quick, take the RPG!" Aunt Bixiao said that you can't deal with it with ordinary bullets. It's invulnerable! ”

In Wang Bi'an's exclamation. A tumor corpse 100 meters away. Shrouded in three searchlights, it suddenly leaps into its feet and disappears into the night sky – of course. This is just an illusion, when he fell from the sky and trampled a local zombie under the bare feet like an iron plate, he was only 5 or 60 meters away from the container stronghold, and this leap actually crossed a distance of nearly 50 meters!

As soon as Huang Donghua pulled the trigger, a string of bullets had already flown out, a distance of about 50 meters, such a big target, unless it was a blind man, he couldn't hit it.

Huang Donghua hit, and with the help of a searchlight, Wang Bi'an could even see the corpse fluid splashed when the high-speed bullet hit the tumor corpse, however, the tumor corpse did not react.

"Hit him in the head! Punch him in the head! Wang Bi'an shouted, and at the same time pulled the trigger of his own eighty-one bar, and there were a few ding-dong sounds in the darkness, and the bullet was bounced off by the metal fully enclosed helmet of the tumor corpse.

At this time, everyone in the container had also been awakened, everyone was sleeping in clothes, and at this time, they got up and threw themselves to the shooting hole, regardless of 3721, and shot out, and more bullets hit the tumor corpse. The heavy machine gun also roared intermittently.

Such a dense bullet hit the body, if you change to an ordinary zombie, the kinetic energy of the bullet alone will be beaten upside down and fly out, but Wang Bi'an saw that even if the tumor intelligent corpse was hit by a heavy machine gun, he didn't care, its flesh seemed to be very tough, ordinary zombies were hit by heavy machine gun bullets, not to mention one through two holes, but the ugly deformed tumor of the tumor intelligent corpse could actually get the high-machine bullet stuck on the body!

Is this still the flesh of a living being?!

The corpse of the tumor stood still in the face of the rain of bullets, just carrying its metal helmeted head—the head was not gigantic, it was still the size of a normal human—and it was turning from side to side, as if looking for something. Suddenly, it paused, jumped up at the top of the container, and disappeared from sight.

Wang Bi'an was suddenly discolored: "Aunt Tan Ying! ”

As soon as his words fell, he heard a loud bang overhead, and the tumor corpse had already fallen to the top of the container, and smashed the metal top out of a concave, and Huang Donghua raised his hand and shot a shuttle at the top of the container. Wang Bi'an pulled out his legs and rushed out: "Save Aunt Tan Ying!" She's going to die, and we're all going to die! ”

If it weren't for the brain waves of the native smart corpses that could suppress and interfere with the Japanese zombies within a certain range, this coastal defense line would have collapsed long ago. The tumor corpse wore a fully enclosed metal helmet, which was not only to protect his only weakness - the skull from injury, but also to shield his brain waves from being discovered by the local intelligent corpse. The Tumor Zombie doesn't need brain waves to command the Zombies, and for it, its strong flesh is enough to take out all its opponents. Only the weak need ordinary zombies as slaves to cover themselves.

When Wang Bi'an rushed out of the container with Huang Donghua, Shen Mugu and others, he saw the tumor corpse standing on top of the container, and probed his big hand into the bunker where Tan Ying was hiding, wanting to take her out of the turtle shell and kill her.

The shape of the tumor corpse was too big, and it could not get into the narrow entrance and exit of the bunker, and only one person could enter and exit, Wang Bi'an heard a calm and calm gunshot from the bunker, but it was Tan Ying who shrank in the far corner of the bunker and shot the giant palm of the tumor corpse that came in.

Without Wang Bi'an's order, Huang Donghua, Shen Mugu and others began to shoot at the tumor corpse, however, the small-caliber bullets of small arms were basically tickling the tumor corpse, and it didn't even bother to dodge.

The tumor intelligent corpse grabbed a few handfuls of Tan Ying, who was shrinking in the bunker, roared, retracted his giant palm, and threw the cement beams, steel bars, and sandbags on the bunker around like small pebbles. Apparently trying to dismantle the bunker. Its strength is amazing, when he first set up this bunker, Shen Mugu knew the importance of protecting Tan Ying, lest it was not strong enough, the cement beams and pillars were so heavy that they needed to be lifted up by a crane, but in the hands of the tumor corpse, the beams and pillars were not much heavier than toothpicks, and after being thrown into the sky, they spun around and smashed into the open space in the courtyard of the container stronghold. Smash a mortar to the ground.

Depend on. This tumor intelligent corpse, it is actually playing demolition! Who does it think it is? Chengguan?

Wang Bi'an threw the Bayi bar in his hand - for the tumor intelligent corpse, small arms are toy guns - "RPG!" Where's the RPG?! ”

Someone immediately handed over two RPGs, and Wang Bian and Shen Mugu launched almost at the same time. The grenade puffed smoke and pounced on the corpse of the tumor.

The Tumor Zombie obviously knew that RPGs could cause damage to themselves. It spun back at a rapid pace. Wave your two giant palms and swatt them like a nasty fly, and swatt the grenades that fly away. One of the grenades flew upside down and exploded in the courtyard, injuring several of the Yashan fighters.

When Shen Mugu saw the grenade flying back upside down, he had already thrown the canister and pounced on Wang Bi'an, fortunately, the RGP grenade was an armor-piercing weapon, and there were not many fragments, but the exploded cement fragments smashed on the two of them, because they were wearing body armor, it was not a big problem.

Wang Bi'an pushed Shen Mugu away: "Bring more grenades!" ”

Shen Mugu's eyes were red: "It's useless!" This monster isn't even afraid of RPGs, we can't beat it, so run. As he spoke, he grabbed Wang Bi'an's arm, turned around and was about to flee - there were several motorcycles next to the stronghold, and there was still a chance to escape while the tumor corpse killed Tan Ying.

Shen Mugu is a coward, he has always been like this, but he wanted to escape this time, but it was to save Wang Bi'an. Although Shen Mugu is timid but smart, he knows that the only thing that needs his protection in this stronghold is Wang Bi'an, if Wang Bi'an has three longs and two shorts, even if he defends this stronghold intact and kills a nest of tumor intelligent corpses, it will be useless.

Shen Mugu is very smart, but the other people in the stronghold are not stupid, everyone has seen the tumor intelligent corpse invulnerable, swatting grenades like swatting flies, the sturdy bunker has been half dismantled by it, just wait for Tan Ying to die, the tide of Japanese slave zombies will rush in, someone shouted, threw down the five or six halves in his hand, wiped his head and fled.

Wang Bi'an gritted his teeth and kicked Shen Mugu hard: "Let go of me!" We can't escape, you idiot! The local zombies outside are not suppressed by Tan Ying, they will eat us back! ”

Just when the container stronghold was in a panic, there was only one person who was still insisting on fighting, he was Huang Donghua, I saw him burrow into the stronghold, and quickly came out, holding a big guy taller than him in his hand - it was the domestic M99 12.7mm large-caliber sniper rifle.

Huang Donghua struggled to lift the 13-kilogram sniper rifle, Wang Bi'an finally broke free from Shen Mugu's pull and rushed to Huang Donghua's side: "I'll aim, you help me hold the gun!" ”

Huang Donghua opened the gun carriage with his back back and held it high in his hand, Wang Bi'an half-knelt down on his knees, and aimed at the tumor corpse that was dismantling the bunker on top of the container. Half of the bunker has been dismantled, and the whole thing has collapsed, and I don't know if Tan Ying was crushed to death inside, but this also made the tumor corpse more difficult to dismantle. Ignoring the people in the stronghold, the tumor intelligent corpse was in a mess, and occasionally a few bullets hit him, but he turned his back to the courtyard of the stronghold, and violently demolished the bunker. In the eyes of the tumor corpse, only the corpse of Zhi Na is his real only enemy.

Wang Bian took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and through the dazzling light of the flare, through the white light sight, firmly put the crosshair on the head of the tumor intelligent corpse wearing a metal helmet, and the head was almost half buried by the basketball-sized tumor on the shoulder, just like a huge dinosaur with a small head, which was extremely incompatible. However, as long as it hits, with the power of the M99 12.7mm bullet that can penetrate armored targets, there is no pressure to shoot through the metal helmet, and the tumor intelligent corpse will definitely die!

At this time, along the entire coastal defense line, gunshots, cannons, screams, and roars rang out in one piece, and it was obvious that the Japanese slaves commanded the Zhi Corps to send a large number of tumor Zhi Corpses to attack on the whole line, which had already stirred the defense line into a pot of porridge, and the cannon on the top of Weiyuan City could not be supported by fire at all, because most of the battles were carried out in the stronghold, and they could not smash the shells on their heads. And the effect of the cannon on the tumor intelligent corpse is still two theories.

Wang Bi'an knew that at this time, only he could save himself.

He didn't rush to shoot, but put the metal head of the tumor corpse in the center of the crosshairs, and suddenly, the tumor corpse made a movement, it used both hands to hold up a cement slab larger than the door panel, held it high above its head, and threw it violently - under the ruins of the cement slab, Tan Ying cowered in the corner. Still unhurried. Shot after shot at the corpse of the tumor, in vain.

Now is the time!

When Wang Bi'an raised his hands at the same time in order to lift the cement slab, Wang Bi'an's fingers snapped, and he snapped. The sniper gun slammed back. 12.7 mm bullet with muzzle velocity of 825 m/s. Fly towards the head of the tumor corpse. The bullet of the sniper rifle is not comparable to the speed of an RPG grenade at 117 m / s, almost at the same time as the gunfire sounds. When a crisp sound has been heard - hit!

However, Wang Bi'an saw from the white light scope that the head of the tumor corpse that was originally wearing a metal helmet had been wrapped with a thick layer of muscles at some point--it turned out that between the lightning and flint, the large tumor of the tumor corpse next to the head suddenly seemed to come to life, and the metal helmet was wrapped in an instant.

Wang Bi'an's sniper rifle bullet hit the head of the tumor corpse, but before, the tumor on its shoulder had wrapped the head, and the mutant tumor that was tougher than rubber blocked the 12.7 mm bullet of the sniper rifle, although it hit the helmet, it did not penetrate. The tail of the bullet was still stuck outside the thick musculature of the tumor's corpse.

Failed!

Wang Bi'an didn't panic, and yelled at Huang Donghua: "Stand firm!" --Huang Donghua held the gun mount, the recoil of the shot just now was not something that he could eat as a child, his hand was crooked, and he almost threw the gun to the ground, he gritted his teeth and held up the gun mount again.

However, there is no chance for Wang Bi'an to shoot again, although the M99 sniper rifle is semi-automatic, but the tumor corpse has realized that the two children in the yard who are not as tall as his chest also pose a huge threat to him.

The tumor corpse roared, clenched his hands into fists, and smashed at Tan Ying with a punch, Tan Ying rolled and shrank into the half-collapsed gap of the bunker, which was a punch that was no worse than a mortar, and smashed the rest of the bunker completely collapsed with a bang, smashing Tan Ying inside.

The tumor corpse jumped up, jumped in front of Wang Bian and Huang Donghua with a tom, Wang Bian fired another shot, this shot, completely missed - the left arm as thick as the trunk of the tumor corpse just swept away, Huang Donghua and the sniper rifle flew out, Huang Donghua slammed into the container wall, slid down softly, and did not move. And that sniper rifle, when it fell to the ground, the barrel had already bent into an arc. The flesh of this tumor corpse is actually more solid than the barrel of special steel!

Wang Bi'an's legs trembled a little, however, he still stood firmly, pulled out the Type 77 pistol given to him by Zhou Chunyu from his waist, and shot at the head of the tumor corpse monster one by one.

In the courtyard of the stronghold, everyone had already fled, only Shen Mugu was huddled by a cannon and trembled like a sieve, he wanted to escape, but he knew that if Wang Bi'an died, he would only have a dead end, he wanted to fight, but his hands and feet were weak, and more importantly, this monster that was not even afraid of RPGs, no weapon could fight against it!

The tumor corpse stretched out his right hand, grabbed Wang Bi'an's waist, and held him in the huge palm like a doll, and the force was so heavy that Wang Bi'an's bones could be heard. Wang Bi'an screamed in pain, tears flowed, the Type 77 pistol in his hand fell to the ground at some point, and he pounded the tumor corpse with a huge palm full of large and small muscle protrusions, but it was a mayfly shaking the tree, and it couldn't hurt the other party at all.

The tumor tissue shrouded in the metal head slowly wriggled and retracted, reverting to the shape of a basketball, and the sniper bullet fell to the ground with a snap. Only then did Wang Bian realize that the first shot he fired still injured the tumor corpse - its metal helmet cracked a crack, and the black corpse fluid slowly flowed out, no wonder it threw down Tan Ying, who was determined to win, and pounced on Wang Bian A child, because Wang Bian injured it.

But it only hurt it, and it easily restrained Wang Bi'an.

The thick and ugly left palm also reached over and pinched Wang Bi'an's head, as long as he pinched it gently, Wang Bi'an's head would be easily pinched and exploded like a peanut shell.

Wang Bi'an won't do anything but scream. Save me! Save me! Save me! Daddy, where are you?! Daddy, come and save me!!

Suddenly, the palm of the tumor corpse did not move, did not move at all, and even, loosened a little.

Wang Bi'an gasped again, he screamed, twisted his body, trying to break out of the giant palm--it was in vain---tumor intelligent corpse made a movement, it brought Wang Bi'an to his metal helmet, and pressed against the gap of the sniper bullet, looking around.

Wang Bi'an saw that there was a pair of eyes in the gap between the helmet, turning around in the bones, looking at himself.

Wang Bi'an knew that he was going to die, but he didn't know how to die-whether he would be torn to pieces, or be stuffed into the mouth of the tumor corpse like Attack on Titan and eaten—no, it should not be eaten, because the tumor corpse was wearing a fully enclosed helmet on its head. But even if it's torn to shreds - I don't want to die! (To be continued......)

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