The chaotic streets, the shrill honking, the terrible screams, the smoking cars, the occasional explosions, and the blood and internal organs everywhere, the cannibalistic zombies are running, hunting, biting, and the panicked crowd is fleeing in all directions.

The disciplined and well-equipped army resembles a steel wall, and the tongues of fire from machine guns are intertwined, tearing the chasing zombies to pieces and slowly advancing.

The man with a straight body and a stiff facial features like a knife and an axe stood on top of the armored combat vehicle, staring coldly at all this, and someone beside him was respectfully reporting to him.

"The people of the Intelligence Division have investigated and found out that the source of this unrest is the Niwa Group, which is the branch of the Umbrella Corporation in RB. At four o'clock this afternoon, they took the initiative to spread an unknown biochemical virus over Tokyo, and all those infected by the virus will lose their humanity within three minutes and turn into cruel and cannibalistic monsters... As you can see from Osa .."

"These damned careerists! I'm going to kill them all one day!" the man known as Dazuo snorted, clenching his fist and slamming his fist on the armored car in his hand, and the hard steel body was struck with a shallow dent.

After Dazuo vented, he turned his head and asked, "How far are you from the goal?"

The deputy picked up the telescope to observe, and quickly replied: "There is still a distance of 2,700 meters, and at the current speed of advancement, we can reach it in half an hour." ”

"It's too slow!" Dazuo waved his hand a little irritably, "The order given to me by the military headquarters is to quell the unrest in the central region within fifteen minutes, and within five minutes, we must rush to the target location. ”

The deputy couldn't help frowning: "The chaotic crowd has caused obstacles on the road ahead, and it is difficult to speed up the advancement again.."

"Then give up the rescue!" Dasa unceremoniously interrupted his deputy.

The deputy's face turned pale and nodded: "Hey!"

"Wait a minute!" Da Zuo suddenly spoke, only to see that at the front of the line, more than a dozen people with bloody faces and panicked expressions rushed towards this side, shouting for help.

"They.."

The deputy immediately ordered: "Go quickly, save them.."

"No!" Dazuo's face turned indifferent, and there was no trace of emotion in his words, and he ordered: "Give up the rescue, if there is an obstacle, shoot them all!"

"Dasa.."

The deputy's eyes widened, and Dazuo's cold gaze swept over: "Are you going to disobey my orders?"

The deputy took a deep breath, looked determined, and nodded silently.

"Shoot, shoot them!"

Bullets rained down, and the hope on the faces of those who saw the army and thought they were saved suddenly turned into fear, and they were instantly torn to shreds along with the zombies chasing them behind them.

"Tell Clark and Ralph to stop grinding and get to the target location as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

The deputy quickly took the order and hurried down.

At the forefront of the army, two figures walked and fought bloody battles in the zombie group, like walking tanks.

Osa looked at them and muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Disaster of the Empire... As a citizen of Yamato, I should have the consciousness to dedicate myself to the country."

...

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The huge fist wearing red gloves swung quickly in the air, drawing a blurred phantom, it was almost like a cannonball out of the chamber, violent, explosive, and fiercely imprinted on the chest of a zombie.

"Bang!"

The suppressed force erupted, and the zombie's body shattered like tofu, bursting into a bloody froth, and it was difficult to find even a slightly intact part.

"Hey, hey!"

The tall man wearing a red scarf wiped the blood that fell on his face, his eyes were unruly, and his arrogant face looked a little crazy and hideous.

I've been suffocating to death in the army all day, and I can't die in a fight, but now I can finally vent to my heart's content... It's a pity that these monsters are too brittle, and they can't help fighting!"

The arrogant laughter of the man in the red scarf echoed in the air over the chaotic streets.

A strong man dressed similarly to him, wearing sunglasses and a black hat, casually shoved the head of a zombie into its chest, and said coldly: "Ralph, don't overdo it... These guys are fragile, but if you bite through a piece of your skin, you'll be just like them in a few minutes."

"Haha!" Ralph laughed arrogantly, and threw his fists, and the zombies exploded into blood foam all around him, and his whole person was like a bloodthirsty butcher who came out of the Shura field.

"Clark, you're getting less daring. There's no way these things can get close to me!"

Clark closed his mouth and didn't speak again, but the whole person seemed to be stimulated by Ralph, and his attack became more and more ruthless.

The two of them leaped in the crowd of zombies, like two tireless meat grinders, walking everywhere, full of broken corpses.

The two of them cleared almost all the zombies around them, and the survivors they rescued stayed away, looking at them with fear in their eyes, as if they were more terrible demons than zombies.

Suddenly, the two of them moved in unison, and Ralph laughed maniacally: "Clark, let's play a game, go from here to the target location, and see who is faster and kills more!"

Clark snorted coldly and didn't answer, but the movements of his feet did the best response.

Ralph grinned, kicked hard under his feet, and the terrifying force crushed the hard concrete floor, and the figure shot forward like an arrow.

The killing game continues, and although the zombies infected by the virus are slightly stronger than ordinary people in strength and speed, they are still as fragile as newborn babies compared to the two who have almost escaped the human realm.

Zombies are like pieces of paper that are constantly thrown and torn, and rivers of blood flow, Ralph is so strong that he simply pulls up the telephone pole on the side of the road and uses it as a weapon in his hand, and every time he wields it, a large number of zombies fall down like cutting wheat.

Not to be outdone, Clark wrapped his hands around a car, threw it out, and smashed a dozen zombies into a puddle of mud at once, he kept moving, and the car on the side of the street became a toy in his hand, throwing it at will, terrifying.

The two were frantically engaged in their killing race, when suddenly, the zombies on the street stopped together, standing in place and whimpering and roaring, as if there was an inexplicable force restraining them.

The anomaly quickly caught the attention of Ralph and Clark, who withdrew from their frenzied state, discarding their poles and cars, and looking around in confusion.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two stopped, and they saw that at the other end of the street, the tide of zombies slowly parted, and a well-dressed and handsome young man was smiling and walking towards them step by step.