Guns can solve many problems, which is ingrained in Mirek James. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhether it's past wars, or peacetime neighborly fights, or even dealing with zombies after a cataclysm.

So Mirick loved his M4 carbine, he thought he would survive to this day, and the M4 was his best friend. He had bought the M4 on the black market before the cataclysm, and he had taken it to his neighbors' houses and told them that if they put heavy metal in the middle of the night, he would blow them up. So, he got his wish for a quiet night.

After the outbreak of the cataclysm, this slightly apocalyptic man has been gearing up, and he even converted his house into a small shelter. So on the fifth day after the cataclysm, he finally ushered in the world he had been looking forward to - Resident Evil!

Yes, who knows how happy Mirek was when he saw those zombies, and that day he finally found his passion for life. He became a hero when he held his M4, wore a camouflage uniform, and guarded the entire neighborhood with one person and one shot. Even Mrs. Beauty, No. 1, said that she would invite him to drink that night, and he was not a soldier but gathered the people of the community together as he wished, and they even launched a rescue after the defense.

As a Seattle native, Milk is already very famous in Seattle today. The Mutual Aid Society, the doomsday survival organization he founded, has covered almost the entire West, and it is one of the three major gangs in Seattle, along with the Salvation Society and the Brotherhood.

In the west, apart from the army, it is they who speak the most. You know, to get the zombies from Seattle to Los Angeles, they have a lot of work. Now in San Francisco, they have negotiated with the army to revive Los Angeles next week, the Central Mountains can be left alone, and for the city, the empire still does not allow it to fall into the hands of zombies.

Even though his strength is now at the level of a third-order liberator, and the Apocalypse template is as high as level 51, Mirek still likes his M4, and he will not give up his treasure unless the M4 is really useless in battle. His M4 never leaves him, even when he's in a meeting.

"Ordinary zombies and high-level zombies can generally be dealt with with firearms, and when encountering functional zombies, firearms will generally become weak, but with large-caliber cannons, they are still as vulnerable as broken paper. What's more, we have tanks, infantry vehicles, and rocket launchers, and the zombies are vulnerable in front of us, so don't hesitate to attack directly!"

Mirek made arrogant remarks, although his own strength is very strong, he is still an arms controller, he has great confidence in arms, dealing with zombies who are not a civilized system, he thinks that the current action is too procrastinating!

His irascible temperament even pulled the trigger of the M4 directly when he shouted to attack, and a shuttle bullet was nailed to the ceiling, and then countless dust and stones flew away, and even ricocheted bullets flowed.

"Oh!****!Mirek, you've hit me!" a bearded man was smoking a cigar there, but the ricocheting hit him directly on the cheek, but he was in good shape, and the ricochet that had lost most of its strength was only trapped in his skin, not punctured or bleeding.

"Bailey, if you had agreed with me earlier, you wouldn't have been shot by a bullet. Placing the M4 heavily on the conference table, Mirek unhurriedly pulled out a cigar and cut it, then lit the fire.

"Calm down, Mirek. Things didn't go so well, you who were almost killed by Mike last time didn't learn your lesson, did you?" a man in a tuxedo who sat in the first place finally spoke, and as soon as he spoke, Mirik's face swollen red.

"Fuck it! How do I know that the king-level zombies look like us, and I've been attacked! If you don't beat me, you can escape! And, Philip! Are you really a major general in the U.S. Army? You look like a businessman, a scholar!"

Ignoring Mirik's clamour, everyone knew that he was eager for revenge, and when he revived San Francisco a month ago, he was almost killed by Mike, a royal zombie, and if it wasn't for the timely arrival of reinforcements, Mirik would have died by that time. Philip Anderson was even more unmoved, he tapped on the battle plan in front of him, and said: "If it's okay, everything will go according to plan, and ...... in five days."

"Boom!" Philip, who had been sitting peacefully, suddenly burst out, and then was knocked away in a single impact, and the long conference table of solid wood was directly smashed by him.

"What about attacking Los Angeles in five days?" a magnetic voice came through the hazy dust, and two figures slowly emerged from it.

Holding a scepter used only by medieval European aristocrats in one hand, Karada slowly walked in front of everyone in a retro suit, pulled over the chair that originally belonged to Philip, and sat down.

Basically, the information of king-level zombies will be known by the major forces, not to mention the only emperor-level zombie. But what I really didn't expect was that the corpse emperor Karada, who had been staying in Asia, now came to the United States!

"And drive the zombies of the West out of America? Mike, listen, you've gotten them out of their minds. Karada scoffed as he tapped his scepter against the tattered table.

"It's my incompetence, Emperor. Mike stood behind Karada in shame and admitted his mistake.

"Well, since you know it's wrong, don't you atone for your sins quickly. After dawn, no living people are allowed here, so let's work. After saying that, Karada crossed Erlang's legs and prepared to watch the play, he didn't mean to help Mike, his territory had to be earned back by himself. If it doesn't work, Karada will kill Mike on his own, and then intervene in the western affairs himself.

With the strength of Mike's S-level powerhouse, he can usually sneak in alone. The dozen or so people who held the meeting here basically covered the strong people in the entire western region. That Philip is a fourth-order transformation warrior, and he is also a third-order liberator, and the Apocalypse level is also level 42. The overall strength is not much weaker than Mike, and it can be said that the high-end strength of the earthlings in the west is not less than that of zombies.

It is precisely because of the guarantee of high-end power that zombies are not so easy to mix in the United States. The decapitation can't be completed, the Great Legion fights, and the remnants of the zombie race are not a complete civilization system, and they are not much easier to deal with than Tamar.

It's just that today is different, with Karada in charge, and Karada single-handedly beat Philip. Maybe Philip can get back on his feet, but since Karada has made a move on Philip, then Philip will continue to control it. All Mike needs to do is kill all the remaining people, this is the last chance the emperor has given him!

Mike has no need to retain his strength, he wants to be desperate at the moment. Thirteen kill targets, all of which are at A level, and there are still six hours before dawn. No one will interfere, because under Karada's arrangement, the whole of San Francisco has been surrounded by zombies, and all the sentry posts have been cleared by Karada and him before.

At this moment, the moonlight reflected by the other evil stars in the sky was like a wash, and the entire San Francisco corpse tide surged. And Mike, who has slowly broken away from the human form, is a deformed monster that rushes towards Mirek with countless slender tentacles!