Checking the objects in his hand, Zhang Heng's eyes swept to the zombie wearing a hard hat.

The body leans back like a bow, and the right hand holding the rebar leans back sharply.

Then he exerted his strength in the waist and abdomen, like throwing a javelin, and threw the rebar towards the zombies!

Listening to a muffled sound, the zombie walking in front had an extra rebar about one meter and a half long on its face, and under the action of inertia, it fell backwards.

Next, Zhang Heng did the same and solved the remaining zombies one by one.

The whole process was smooth, without a little stagnation, and Wang Yu on the side was amazed.

"I can't see it, Xiao Hengheng, what you lost is quite accurate, but since you have this accuracy, why didn't you use it when you dealt with car-level zombies at the beginning?"

Glancing at the secondary infected body that had been nailed to the ground by rebar, Wang Yu spoke.

"Can the physical and bone strength of this level of infection be compared to that of mutant zombies? If you want to fight against the car-level zombies by throwing, maybe this rebar can't even pierce the opponent's flesh. ”

Zhang Heng responded lightly, and picked up another piece of rebar from the ground.

In fact, what he said was not entirely correct, with the strength of his right arm, it was indeed difficult to stab the rebar into the body of the vehicle-level zombie by throwing.

After all, the force is too small, and the kinetic energy that can be generated does not support the steel bar to puncture the skin.

But with his mechanical left arm, things would be very different.

Maybe there is no way to kill it in one hit, but it is more than enough to deal damage to the vehicle-level zombies by throwing.

The reason why that method was not chosen was mainly due to the movement speed of the car-level zombies and the variability of the situation at that time.

When there is only one target, he is still willing to choose to use hand-to-hand grappling as a safe way to solve the problem.

"It turns out that you have little strength......

Wang Yu nodded thoughtfully and did not continue the topic.

The two quickly left the construction site and walked the way they came.

Naturally, there are sporadic secondary infections along the way, all of which have escaped from the holes in the building.

Zhang Heng didn't talk too much nonsense, and solved it one by one with the rebar in his hand.

These monsters, which are terrifying to ordinary people, are just disturbing flies in his eyes.

Although there was not much delay on the way back, counting the time spent circling with the second-order car before, it was already an hour before the two of them returned to their original positions.

Looking at the empty street in front of them, Zhang Heng and Wang Yu's faces became gloomy.

Obviously, the third-order cannon stage, which previously released the black-green flowing fire, ran away.

"Alas...... Did you run away anyway......"

Wang Yu let out a long sigh, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, the two long legs crossed and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Zhang Heng didn't give up like her, and still stood and looked around.

But the result is obvious, the cannon-level zombies have long since run away, and there is no trace left.

"Strange thing, how could a mutant zombie of such a big size slip away so fast......"

Muttering in a low voice, Zhang Heng also sat down cross-legged next to Wang Yu and began to think.

"Alas, little Hengheng, we both overlooked a very important detail."

The woman sighed again, her body softened, and she leaned against the young man, intentionally or unintentionally.

"What details?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, although he still felt a little disgusted with the other party's closeness, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

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"The long-range projection of cannon-level zombies requires a cannon rack."

"That's right, its gun rack is the second-order car we killed just now."

Nodding, Zhang Heng agreed.

"Then do you remember, the long-range attack of the cannon-level zombie needs to consume a lot of 'oil' in the body, and the second-order car level as a cannon rack needs to consume the 'fire' in the body."

Wang Yu said unhurriedly, with a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"yes, what's wrong with that?"

Zhang Heng was still full of doubts, and asked with some puzzlement.

"It is precisely because this kind of long-range attack will consume both the gun-level zombies and the virus activity in the cannon rack, so under normal circumstances, whether it is a gun-level zombie or a mutated zombie acting as a cannon rack, they will not actively choose this long-range attack."

"Unless ......"

Speaking of this, Wang Yu's head was deflected, and a trace of imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Heng.

"Unless that third-order cannon and second-order car level are [recognized] by general-level zombies......"

Zhang Heng obviously knew what Wang Yu was going to say, and with surprise in his eyes, he opened his mouth to answer.

It is precisely because of the characteristics of the cannon-level zombie itself that it can't usually use ranged attacks as much as it wants.

In layman's terms, every time you use it, it is equivalent to emptying all the physical strength of a cannon-level zombie.

As a mutated zombie with a limited IQ, it is impossible for a cannon level who acts according to instinct to casually put himself in a state of physical weakness.

Only beings who have reached a certain level of wisdom will take the risk of depleting themselves for the greater good.

Therefore, there is only one possibility for the previous projection of drift fire.

That is, both cannon-level zombies and vehicle-level zombies have been recognized by general-level zombies.

It was the general-level zombies who controlled them and made that ranged attack at the cost of attrition.

"We were literally chased by sesame seeds and threw away a huge watermelon......

Wang Yu sighed and held his cheeks with both hands.

Although Zhang Heng-457 and Wang Yu-659 are both from different timelines, their understanding of mutant zombies is similar.

They were well aware of the connection between the general-level zombies and their subordinates.

If the situation was really the same as they thought, then from the moment they attacked the vehicle-level zombie with ball lightning, the two of them's every move completely fell into the eyes of the general-level zombie.

The identities of light and dark were completely exchanged, which made Zhang Heng and Wang Yu's moods become extremely heavy again.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves.

The general-level zombies hidden in the dark may be afraid of Zhang Heng's strength and dare not act rashly in a short time.

But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on the idea of the two.

Maybe one day when the strength is enough, the general-level zombies will take the initiative to come to the door.

Although Zhang Heng himself was not afraid of this uncertainty, he was worried about Lu Yu.

He was worried that the hatred of the general-level zombies towards him would invisibly affect that man.

And the best solution at the moment is to find out the general-level zombie hidden in the shadows, and then kill it to prevent future troubles.

But where can Zhang Heng and Wang Yu go to find the traces of general-level zombies? They don't even have a clue right now.

"If only there were still a few times the system calculates the timeline......"

Feeling out the system in his pocket, Zhang Heng used his thumb on its table

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Gently scratch the face.

Immediately, the surface changed into a translucent electronic screen five centimeters long and five centimeters wide.

A white light flashes in the center of the screen, revealing Mario with a mustache and a red hat.

To the right of this cartoon icon, the number zero is still made up of pixels.

The cooling cycle is not over yet......

"By the way, your system doesn't have the ability to calculate the timeline?"

After staring at the plumber beating on the screen for a while, Zhang Heng suddenly remembered that Wang Yu also had a system in his hand, and hurriedly pushed the other party with his arm and asked.

"My system ......"

Wang Yu was asked by Zhang Heng, but he didn't answer anything, and reached out and took out his system.

The two instruments are placed together and can be distinguished at a glance.

Zhang Heng's one looks shabby and outdated, while Wang Yu's is delicate and atmospheric.

Forcibly ignoring the details that made him feel unbalanced, Zhang Heng tried to operate on Wang Yu's system.

I just clicked it several times, but there was no response on the instrument panel.

"Xiao Hengheng, my system doesn't work like this."

Looking at Zhang Heng's clumsy appearance, Wang Yu had a smile on his face and reached out to get his own system.

I saw her lips slightly open and whisper into the instrument.

"System, calculate the probability of the formation of the current timeline."

The device, the size of a mobile phone, lay quietly in the woman's hand, and after a while, the light and shadow on the screen flickered, and a line of text appeared.

"The timeline calculation has been completed, the shapeshifter Wang Yu-659, the probability of survival timeline formation is about 97%, and the probability of death timeline formation is about 3%."

"The possibility of the host's death still exists, but considering that the probability of the formation of the survival timeline is higher than 95%, the system suggests that the host can consider completing ordinary tasks first."

Reading out the words displayed on the screen silently, Zhang Heng glanced at Wang Yu with a little envy.

Whether it is in terms of appearance or the results given, the other party's system is obviously several times more reliable than its own broken thing.

I think that when he used the system to calculate the probability of timeline formation, the ghost thing buzzed for a full thirty seconds, and finally gave a very bad suggestion.

Seeing that Zhang Heng was silent, Wang Yu thought that the calculation results of the system made him feel dissatisfied, a pair of dark red eyes blinked, and then spoke again and said to the system.

"System, calculate the probability of the formation of the Zhang Heng-457 timeline."

"Uh......"

Hearing the content of Wang Yu's order, Zhang Heng was a little at a loss.

He didn't plan to let Wang Yu calculate his survival probability, after all, in his cognition, systematically calculating the formation probability of the timeline was a more precious opportunity.

After use, it needs to go through a long cooling interval before it can be used again.

But since the other party has already given the order, let's just look at the calculation results.

After a few moments, two lines of text pop up on the system screen.

"The timeline calculation has been completed, and the half-human Zhang Heng-457 has a survival timeline formation probability of about 7%, and a death timeline formation probability of about 93%."

"Young man, you're going to hang up soon, save some time to write a suicide note."

"Wo-Te-Fa ——?!"

When he first saw the text on the screen, Zhang Heng thought that his eyes were dazzled and he was wrong.

He blinked vigorously, and when he looked at it again, his face turned green in an instant......

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