Wei Wenyuan is very familiar with this man.

He seems to be surnamed Wang? I have forgotten what his name is, and the people upstairs and downstairs call him "Lao Wang".

I don't know what Lu Dao is about, Wei Wenyuan suddenly remembered that last year, when he passed by an Internet café, he saw several young people laughing and laughing at the computer screen through the glass window. They talk about a cartoon on the screen in a sarcastic tone. It was a very ugly head, and it felt like an eggplant that had been soaked in soy sauce after it had been sunburned. Listening to those young people, the ugly person in the cartoon seems to be named "Wang Nima".

"Lao Wang, Wang Nima, Ha Lu Ha ————"

The muscles on Wei Wenyuan's face twisted, squeezing countless wrinkles into the corners of his eyes and mouth, looking like a chrysanthemum that had just been moistened by fresh cow dung. He grabbed Lao Wang's hair, looked at the head full of infinite fear and despair, oozing tears, constantly shaking and struggling, and making a pleading "whining" sound for a few seconds, and said in a strange voice that changed tone and tone: "Don't worry, Wang Nima, I'll send you to see your mother now." ”

"Whoosh————"

The sharp knife stabbed through the throat, and a terrifying wound immediately appeared on the surface of the skin.

Wei Wen was far from being a professional killer and had not received similar training, and the knife he stabbed into his throat was immediately jammed by the epiglottis. He frowned, rubbing his grip on the hilt impatiently. The unfamiliar movements made Lao Wang feel unusually painful. His eyes widened and he twisted his body like a loach, his neck bent to break free.

Lao Wang felt a sharp knife cutting back and forth in his throat. I felt pain in my head, but more of it was fear. At this moment, he subconsciously thought of the pig whose two hind legs were hanging high, and the butcher smiled cruelly and plunged a sharp knife into the neck.

"Fuck you! Move again, move again Lao Tzu hacked you to death————"

Wei Wenyuan was furious.

Killing people with a knife is obviously not as simple as you think. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull the stuck knife out of his bone. The rough and savage movements made Lao Wang's neck immediately spurt with a fountain of blood. Wei Wenyuan angrily pressed the back of the opponent's neck, grabbed a basin prepared in advance from the side, pressed Lao Wang's head hard, and then picked up the knife and poked at the opponent's head.

The rough and flustered movements of the eyes, nostrils, lips, and cheeks have no practical meaning, and are purely for the purpose of venting anger. Every knife will bring more pain to the undead old king. He felt his eyes gouged out, his nose shaved off, his teeth knocked out, his tongue and lips shredded, and the flesh of his face in tatters. In particular, the hardness of the knife hitting the cheekbone in his face almost drove him crazy, and he was so frightened that he almost lost all his thoughts.

"Hmm, hmm————"

Suddenly, Lao Wang didn't know where the strength of the road came from, and burst out with amazing strength to break free of the rope. He didn't hold Wei Wenyuan on the spot, but covered his badly injured face with both hands, tore a few strips of cloth that bound his mouth, howled miserably like a wild dog, and stumbled towards the door.

If Su Hao was present, it would not be difficult to see that Lao Wang had already entered the initial state of a first-order enhancer.

The source of the stimulus of this sudden mutation was of course not silver bones or elixirs, but a strong fear that could not be contained in the depths of the heart. The brain instantly increases the speed of thinking dozens of times stronger than usual, and the pineal gland simultaneously produces extremely mysterious biological hormones. The combination of the two is neutralized, and this is the future world that has not taken any medicine, but can naturally become the source of evolution of strong human beings in the wilderness.

Anything can be a source of stimulation———— anger, sadness, and joy can produce enough hormones to become a strengthening person once they break through the limitations of the brain's thinking and enter a state that future biologists call "rage".

Lao Wang did not notice the huge changes in his body at all, he still walked with the steps that he had been accustomed to for decades, and ran out like a normal person. The severe pain and terror completely eroded the courage to resist, and he didn't have any thoughts of fighting with Wei Wenyuan at all, he just wanted to run faster and escape farther.

The sudden change made Wei Wenyuan a little stunned.

He immediately became furious, picked up the axe placed next to him, caught up with the staggering old king in a few steps, aimed at the head whose neck blood vessels had been cut off, and the flesh and blood were blurred and could no longer see its true face, and slashed it fiercely.

"Poof————"

The blade of the axe arcs through the air, sinking deep into the left side of the target's neck. Lao Wang screamed and fell again, he felt that the connection between his head and shoulders had become obviously loose, so he pressed the top of his head hard, trying to close the gap between his body and his head. This useless action irritated Wei Wenyuan more and more, he stepped forward in a few steps, pulled out his axe, and slashed with great ferocity, until the old king, who had just become a strengthened person, no longer made any sound at his feet.

Fortified people are not invincible. Ordinary people can kill them just as well.

The chaos quickly consumed Wei Wenyuan's already small physical strength.

He gasped, dragged the headless corpse lying on the ground, staggered to the side of the road, and returned to the store with a basin of blood, and approached the corpse with a broken neck. The previous battle consumed most of the blood in Lao Wang's body, and the remaining bright red liquid still took out a small half basin.

Wei Wenyuan, who had recovered some of his strength, picked up the axe again and chopped Lao Wang's body into more than a dozen pieces. He loaded the bloody basin and minced meat onto the tricycle, not sparing even the soft and crumbly internal organs. After the last, he picked up the unrecognizable old Wang's head from the ground, with his tongue crooked on his lips, and looked at it for a long time, and the very weird "Gegegege" laughed.

The clothes on Wei Wenyuan's body were soaked with blood. He took off his shirt and trousers, wiped his chest and face casually, put on the only remaining underwear on his body, climbed into the tricycle with his bare arms, and pedaled hard in the direction of the bank building in the distance.

Thick blood gradually drifted over the city, and the terrible howls of hungry zombies could be heard in the streets and alleys shrouded in darkness

"Squeak———— squeak————"

The tricycle that lacked oil lubrication let out a rape-like moan, and more than ten minutes later, Wei Wenyuan had already ridden to an intersection half a kilometer away from Xiaolou.

He stopped the car, turned his head to look at the thick inky darkness behind him, grinned at the few teeth left, and smiled.

Wei Wenyuan jumped out of the car and lifted the canvas, revealing more than a dozen cages made of iron wire about the size of a bamboo gnat.

Each cage contained a mouse. Their tiny eyes glow red, and they are so fierce and cruel that they shudder.

All the rat assholes were plugged with dried soybeans by Wei Wenyuan, and then carefully stitched with needles and threads.

In half a day at most, the soybeans that were soaked in wet feces quickly increased in size, and a strong feeling of swelling squeezed the mice. Unable to excrete, and impossible to remove from the body, the pain that cannot be described in words makes the rat completely insane. They desperately bite their companions, gnaw hard wires with their teeth, hit their heads with their heads, kick them with their feet, have no appetite and no **, and the only thought in their minds is to pull everything out of their stomachs as soon as possible. There is nothing left of soybeans, feces, intestines.

Taking out a mouse from the iron cage, Wei Wenyuan suddenly felt that this terrifying little creature was actually no different from himself———— He pinched the skin on the back of the mouse's neck with the ring finger of his left thumb, pinched the tail with his index finger and middle finger, and picked up an empty tin box of canned food from the pocket of the tricycle with his right hand, and tied it to the rat's tail with wire. Then let go and watched the suicidal rat jump on the ground, dragging the canned food box towards the end of the road and frantically fleeing, making a clear and piercing "jingle bell" sound.

After doing this, he picked up Lao Wang's right hand from the tricycle and threw it on the road at will.

Pedal a tricycle, ride forward fifty or sixty meters, throw a mouse with a tin box tied to its tail, and throw a piece of human flesh. Or a little blood.

Behind him, the jumble of footsteps and howls grew louder and louder.

There was no need to look back, Wei Wenyuan also knew that there were hundreds of zombies.

During this time, he has been surveying the surroundings, and the route and the location of the small building have formed the deepest memory in his mind. Fresh flesh and blood, combined with empty tin cans dragged by rats, are enough to attract all the zombies along the way. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of these terrible cannibal creatures have no intelligence. Lao Tzu can command and order them with human flesh to flood that damn building like a tsunami.

Wei Wenyuan's mind was full of inflated thoughts of revenge, and he fantasized about the wonderful picture of Su Hao being torn to pieces by zombies, and he pressed Xinyan under him and ravaged him back and forth.

In the past, he would at most just talk about it, or make a fire behind his back, and he wouldn't have made such a big move because the things in the commissary were snatched away. Now ha This world is really fucking beautiful———— there is no police, there is no law, Lao Tzu will kill whoever he likes, and whoever provokes me will kill him!

A man pedaled a tricycle and walked slowly under the darkness of the night.

Behind them, trailed by thousands of zombies attracted from all directions by the smell of flesh and blood

Su Hao stood on the roof of a building more than two hundred meters away, silently watching the huge group of corpses surging densely in the moonlight. Although the light was dim, the enhanced vision was enough to see the blackened tricycle and the corpses moving forward like a tide.

Lu Tao's early warning was very timely.

Su Hao quickly withdrew from the bank building with everyone, and at the same time closed all exits. The building at the foot of the building has some supplies in stock, and if there are no problems, it can last at least a week.

After the field camp was built, most of the team members in the small building remained at about 20 people. Su Hao didn't want too many people to notice the anomaly here, and he didn't want the Supervision Bureau to be interested here. Since last week, Cao Rui and Tao Yuan have each led a team of 30 people to find suitable buildings in the east and north of the city to serve as their second and third stations.

"This guy must be crazy. Actually wandering around the city with zombies, does he think he is a monster tour guide? Or the free kind. ”

Next to him, Du Tianhao's deep voice with strong masculine characteristics came from. He picked up a "Type 99" sniper rifle, crossed Su Hao, dropped the heavy tripod on the edge of the roof, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of anger and ferocity.

"There has never been a shortage of madmen in this world."

Su Hao's eyes kept following Wei Wenyuan in the distance, and he said lightly: "Aim a little, don't hit the vital point." I don't want him to die so comfortably. ”

Gathering the strength of the entire team, you can kill all the zombies that were led by Wei Wenyuan. However, doing so will certainly attract the attention of the Inspectorate. Su Hao was reluctant to expose his strength too early. What's more, zombies will not be interested in uninhabited small buildings. They eat up the meat thrown on the street, drink the blood spilled along the way, and wait until dawn to slowly disperse.

"No problem!"

Du Tianhao replied with a cruel smile. He leaned closer to the scope, and his enhanced vision allowed him to secure his target in the center of the crosshair without difficulty, and then pull the trigger callously.

"Woo ————"

The piercing and brutal gunfire rang through the sky, and even the air around the building was shaken. Far away, Su Hao saw that the tricycle was overturned by the huge bullet kinetic energy, Wei Wenyuan's left leg was blown away, and his right leg seemed to be connected to a little flesh. He was crushed by the overturned tricycle, unable to get up or move, and was surrounded by scattered human fragments and internal organs, desperately screaming in a terrible way that did not resemble a human voice.

The corpses sped up their movement forward. They are agitated and restless, and nothing appeals more to their appetite than fresh prey that is inactive. A few minutes later, the zombies that surrounded the tricycle completely flooded the tricycle, tearing, biting, and devouring not only blood, but also high-pitched and sharp wails in the wanton night wind

More than a week of rain has made the almost dead city even colder and wetter.

Su Hao drove a pickup truck and parked at the gate of the garrison headquarters. He jumped out of the cab with his backpack in his hand, and after getting permission from the sentry, he strode in.

There were more than a hundred people standing on the playground.

Judging from their appearance, they should all be survivors stranded in the city.

Their clothes were torn and dirty, some of them were well-dressed, and they had all kinds of weapons, machetes, clubs, steel pipes, and so on. Some of them have long hair, and some of them have very strange hairstyles, like a bird's nest that has just been ruined.

Untrimmed for months, the clumped beard and fur make anyone look like a jungle native. Without a professional barber, many survivors can only face the mirror and use scissors to tidy themselves up. As a result, there is no appearance or temperament, just a group of beggars with weapons and always on guard.

On the top floor of the office building stood heavily armed soldiers, and two heavy machine guns on the third floor formed a cross-fire circle from top to bottom. Faced with the muzzle of the black hole, the survivors were visibly afraid. They gathered in groups very consciously, looking with anticipation at the two companions who had just changed into their brand new uniforms and did not wear flowered epaulettes as they were brought into the barracks at the back by the soldiers.

Those two people are the chosen ones. They will take the next helicopter to carry supplies to the Chengdu base.

It's lunchtime.

In the cafeteria, which has been cleaned up and restored, the aroma of food wafts from the enticing atmosphere. Through the steaming window, you can vaguely see freshly baked steamed buns on the table, braised pork with a dark brown sugar sauce luster, and stir-fried cabbage mixed with fiery red peppers.

The KD03 base has resumed operation, and it is not difficult to provide support for the monitoring stations in the city.

Except for Su Hao and the soldiers guarding next to him, all the survivors were shaking their throats and swallowing their saliva desperately. They were shaking beautiful pictures full of food in front of their eyes, and many people couldn't help but recall their memories of eating.

A woman in her thirties pressed her empty abdomen and cried "woo".

A tall, thin middle-aged man licked his lips with a face full of vicissitudes.

Others trembled slightly, and their nostrils twitched. They slowly moved their steps and tried to walk in the direction of the cafeteria, but they found that the soldier standing on the roof of the building had a cold gaze, and he pulled the bolt of his gun and aimed it at his head.

Wu Guoguang stood in the corridor on the second floor of the office building, staring at the group of ragged living people at his feet with an expressionless face.

Since the establishment of the monitoring station based on the garrison headquarters, more than 400 survivors have visited the area. Their demands were all about the same, without exception they were to get food and clothing, ask for protection from the army, and leave the city.

"Even if you leave, where will you go?"

Wu Guoguang muttered to himself, sighed imperceptibly, and his eyes became a little dim.

He recorded the identity of each survivor. Those people didn't know what they really meant. Many of the survivors are still in peacetime, trying to inflate their worth and constantly stating that they are officials of such and such an agency, a wealthy businessman with millions of assets, or an authority that has made achievements in some way. There are also several young people who have repeatedly reiterated that they have participated in the "Super X Female" or "Super X Male" competitions, have been shortlisted for the competition, or have won enviable awards, have a national certified builder level certificate, have passed the English test level 6, and have passed the "IELTS", and have relatives abroad

There was an old woman who was in a hurry to leave the city, bluntly saying that former US President Barack Obama was her illegitimate child.

It's a mess! A big mess!

At the beginning, Wu Guoguang was still very patient to persuade these people. It is stated that only recognized survivors can become reservists.

However, many people do not understand and still feel that only by raising their value will they get help from the army. They gathered at the gate of the headquarters every day, shouting, crying, shouting, and even kneeling on the ground and begging to be taken away.

Wu Guoguang is not cold-blooded, he feels that these people are really pitiful.

However, the only thing he could do was to squeeze some of the food out of the stockpile and distribute it to those who were emaciated and really in need. At the same time, all survivors were given immunization agents.

During the training at the Chengdu base, the instructors repeatedly reiterated that it was strictly forbidden to provide excessive assistance to any survivors. The army has no ability and no obligation to feed them. Immunity agents only protect those who are alive from the threat of the virus. Whether the future is alive or dead still depends on the will of the individual, as well as the ability to fight the zombies.