Yang Qun reappeared under the balcony of that hotel. Yang Qun stepped on the ground with both feet and kicked hard. The ground cracked beneath his feet, and a deep footprint shattered the surrounding dirt. Yang Qun's body jumped high, and he jumped directly to the third floor??

Yang Qun grabbed the edge of the balcony and hooked it hard, and the whole person jumped onto the balcony like a monkey. A few stinking zombies came to hear the news. It was the zombie left behind that day, Yang Qun's claws didn't stretch out, and he kicked it directly. Several zombies collided together and were kicked nearly ten meters away. The zombie at the front had completely collapsed in its chest, and its bones had been completely crushed.

Yang Qun slowly walked to Brother Leopard's room and closed the door. Killing the two zombies in the room, Yang Qun began to rummage.

Yang Qun tried to find clues about their whereabouts. Yang Qun rummaged through the boxes and cabinets. Try to go through the pieces of paper with those tapes. No, nothing. Yang Qun sat on the edge of the bed and groaned, huh...... So where will they go???

After looking for a long time, there were no clues, and the zombies outside the door who didn't open their eyes kept knocking on the door, and the door was pushed by the strange force of the zombies, Yang Qun impatiently raised his hand and popped out the blade, and in an instant, killed these "eyeless" zombies.

However, it was not for nothing, Yang Qun found some things of his own from this room, such as mobile phones and the like. Although the power was already out, Yang Qun still put them in his pocket.

At this moment, there was a sound of "zizi" on the radio. It seems to be the voice of some radio station.

"Notice, notice, the residents of xx city pay attention, the residents of xx city pay attention. The military has set up a gathering camp in a granary 17 miles east of the city, where residents trapped in the city can seek refuge...... Residents trapped in the city can seek refuge here......"

"Notice, notice, the residents of xx city pay attention, the residents of xx city pay attention. The military set up a gathering camp in a granary seventeen miles east of the city......"

"A gathering place...... Are you going there......" Yang Qun looked at the tape recorder and sneered. Out of the house.

In the city, a figure like a cheetah passed through a gap like a white horse, and disappeared in a flash. Between the walls, the building is lowered and moves at high speed.

It was Yang Qun.

He had been running for more than twenty minutes, and at his own speed, he was already approaching the edge of the eastern part of the city. Countless streets and buildings were left behind by themselves, and those zombies were beyond their reach.

The quality of the leather boots under the feet is really good, with their own speed, the frequency of friction on the ground, are almost catching up with the car tires. And the sole has not been degummed, and the quality of these tens of thousands of brand-name leather shoes is really good.

Yang Qun's figure stopped, there was a supermarket near here, and it happened that his food was a little insufficient. Most of the food and daily necessities in the department store were buried under the rubble following the collapse of the 1st and 2nd floors.

Approaching the supermarket, three second-level zombies rushed towards him. Recently, there have been more and more evolutionary zombies.

"Roar!!" The two zombies jumped high, and then the black light flashed, and before the two zombies could react, they had already fallen to the ground. The current Yang Qun no longer takes these second-level zombies in his eyes.

After killing a few low-level zombies, Yang Qun approached the supermarket and began to carry some food.

However, the scene in front of him made Yang Qun's eyes widen in disbelief.

It was a zombie.

A first-class zombie.

A first-level zombie that Yang Qun didn't kill easily.

A first-class zombie in ragged clothes that smelled of corpses, but was carrying food!!

This zombie ignored Yang Qun, just moved the food in front of him, and with its slow pace, put all the food on the shelves into a shopping cart. After a while, the shopping cart was slowly put on a layer.

It's a ...... Shopping for zombies???

Everything in front of him subverted Yang Qun's worldview, values, zombies don't eat meat, come to the supermarket to shop? What's going on? Yang Qun is ready to find out.

Yang Qun leaned over and followed closely this low-level zombie who exuded a foul smell and was dry all over. The zombie didn't notice it at all, it pushed the shopping cart in front of it, step by step, with a slow pace, and slowly walked out of the supermarket.

This is...... What's going on?Where is it going??

Yang Qun hid in the distance and followed slowly, this incident aroused his strong curiosity, and he wanted to know why the zombies in front of him were shopping!!

The shopping cart in the "Ho Ho Ho" supermarket was pushed by zombies, setting off a burst of noise on the street, and the nearby zombies immediately woke up and looked over here. After realizing that it was the same kind, he began to wander again.

It took half an hour for the zombie to move slowly, pushing the shopping cart through the entire street, turning a corner, and preparing to enter an upscale neighborhood.

Yang Qun, who followed the zombies into the community, frowned, what is going on? The zombies actually pushed the shopping cart to the inside of the community? What does this mean? Could it be that the IQ of the zombies is so high? Will they use food to seduce or lure humans downstairs???

The view of the high-end community in front of Yang Qun. The once garden has long been trampled into shape, and the trees and shrubs that have been carefully pruned and tended have completely turned into a pile of weeds. The fountain in the neighborhood was also stained with blood and water, and the vehicles collided together, covering a thick layer of dust. In the building, thick scratches indicate that the room is not safe either.

"Whoosh!!" At this moment, the sharp sound of breaking the air appeared in Yang Qun's ears, and in the midst of the crisis, Yang Qun turned around and kicked his legs violently, raising his hand to grab it. A sharp object was grabbed by Yang Qun in his hand. The sharp tip cut a bloody streak on his swarthy face.

"Arrows?" Yang Qunqian was caught by the sharp arrow in his hand, and his heart was full of doubts.

The arrow's blade is not open, but rather a sharp, tapered piercing arrow, completely ignoring the wide area of tear damage caused by the arrow blade, and instead focusing on the piercing target. The enormous power of the arrow made the tail of the arrow tremble. Make a slight "buzzing" sound. The piercing power of such a bow and arrow is even greater than that of a pistol!

Yang Qun squinted his eyes and followed the direction of the arrow, and a curtain on the building opposite the community was gently covered, and it seemed that a figure quickly hid back into the room.

"There!!" Yang Qun said secretly, first dropping the backpack on his back, and the whole person jumped high like a grasshopper.

Yang Qun's feet actually ran on the white wall of the opposite building, using the power of inertia, Yang Qun stepped on four or five meters, and when he approached the third floor, Yang Qun's body was about to leave the wall. He grabbed his hand, grabbed the window edge of the room on the third floor, and squeezed it hard, and the whole person borrowed strength again, and the higher he wanted to be on the window on the fourth floor.

"Smack!!" The glass shattered, and Yang Qun's entire body jumped into the gray room.

"Whoosh!!" A sharp sound sounded in his ears, and with an indomitable momentum, the sharp arrow cut through the air and shot straight at Yang Qun's neck.

Yang Qun's eyes flashed coldly, his neck twisted slightly, and he opened his mouth to bite the arrow.

The power of the recurve longbow arrow can shoot a full 150 meters, which is 100 meters higher than the pistol usually equipped by the police, and the power and penetration of it are far from being comparable to ordinary pistols. Yang Qun was able to catch this arrow with his mouth, which shows how strong Yang Qun's strength is.

The other party was obviously taken aback by Yang Qun's appearance, the emaciated and agile figure did not hesitate, turned around and left, he already understood that the enemy in front of him was not an opponent at all.

But that person was fast, Yang Qun was faster, and a black shadow came to the enemy in front of him in a blink of an eye. It was a handsome young man with a recurve longbow, just about 20 years old. But what is surprising is that his arms and calves have grown a layer of gray-white skin. , as if wearing an off-white boot with a long, off-white glove.

"Zombies, zombies who can use bows and arrows???" Yang Qun, a young man with mutated zombie hands and feet, had a puzzle flashing in his eyes, is this young man a human or a monster? ?

Approaching the enemy, the strange young man decisively threw down the recurve bow and took out a Swiss army knife from his waist that emitted a cold glow, this saber was not at all something that ordinary people could buy at will. It's really the best in the military. With a swing, the narrow blade slashed at Yang Qun's neck with a cold wind.

"Bang!"

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The young man's Swiss Army knife fell to the ground with a little noise, and he fell to the wall with his whole belly clutched. Yang Qun's kick hit him in the abdomen, causing him a pain that made it difficult to breathe.

"Are you human?" Yang Qunnian asked this question lightly, zombies will not fight because of pain.

They'll just go crazy!!

Hearing Yang Qun's voice, the young man raised his head in horror, Yang Qun's speed was too fast, he didn't know what the hell was from just now to now, but he didn't expect that the person who beat himself like this would actually ...... Is it personal???

"You ......"

The boy's mouth opened wide and let out an incredulous hesitation...... It seems very puzzling that one person has such power