"No......" Yang Xiaohai shouted and kicked the "infected" in a shabby military coat. "How did the pig die?" Yang Xiaohai roared at the military coat lying on the ground. He was very depressed, although he knew that these guys had no brains, but he never thought to be stupid like this!

He just wanted to split them in two, so he could get a front and back strike. But such a simple action actually practiced for a whole day! These guys only react a little to the front and back, not to mention the south, east, west, and north, and even the left and right can't tell the difference. Patience continued to wear off over time, and Yang Xiaohai's temper became worse and worse.

Standing at the door of the "shelter", Yang Xiaohai was helpless against the "infected" in front of him, who were stumbling like headless flies. The finger-length nails spitted in the palm of the hand, as if to show the anger of the owner.

The chest of the military coat lying on his stomach was dented by a large piece, but after only lying on his stomach for a while, he climbed up casually and spun in circles with the other "infected". In his cognition, only Yang Xiaohai's voice remained between heaven and earth: "With Shi Ji as the dividing line, the left in front of me is turned to the left, and the one behind is to the right!" ”

Pity its brain is long dead, where can you tell the difference between left and right! So it's not just it, all the infected people are under the command of Yang Xiaohai, like a group of demons dancing chaotically.

The more chaotic it is, the more angry Yang Xiaohai becomes. In his opinion, the disregard of orders by these guys is a provocation to his dignity! So one side is getting more and more chaotic, and the other side is trying in vain to establish order. The two sides were at a stalemate until the sun went down.

The moon came out, and inside the dilapidated "shelter", it was dusk! Although there is a diesel engine, Yang Xiaohai, who has long nails, has only refueled once, so the power is obviously insufficient. The lights are weak and seem to go out at any moment. It's not a big deal.

As an infected, Yang Xiaohai can see things clearly even in complete darkness. He didn't know if the other "inpatients" were like this, but the red pupils gave him night vision.

"Smack", the whole hall escaped into darkness due to the power outage. Two red lights flashed and flickered through the hall. The switch of light and darkness stimulates the nerves that are already chaotic and numb. In a trance, a word came to mind: "Play the piano to the cow!" ”

The "infected" are brainless, Yang Xiaohai has known it for a long time, but he insists on this, and desperately demands on the "infected", is it a stupid cow or a stupid person who plays the piano?

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaohai kowtowed his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed: "My brain is getting duller and duller, this can't work!" Such a simple logical error, it took a whole day to react! If I delay any longer, I'm afraid I'll become an idiot, I don't even know, right? Once the brain is dead, the gods are difficult to save! ”

Yang Xiaohai, who realized it later, was extremely frightened. He pounded his hand hard and pounded his head hard. The feeling of waiting for chaos was a little lighter, and he flicked his paws and pointed to the night! The whirling creatures turned their heads in unison, screaming and roaring towards the open door.

Yu Sufu, 32 years old, is one of the "survivors". When the end times broke out, it was just as he was resting, so he didn't go out. After that, the virus infected each other among his colleagues, and thanks to the powerful ammunition, he was lucky to survive.

Seeing that the organization was about to fail, he obeyed the command, took a passenger plane, and then took a helicopter to the "shelter". It can be said that he was lucky. Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he is still alive and tenaciously. Compared to his companions who didn't come to the "shelter", he lived a much more comfortable life.

Except for the weekly patrol, there's nothing wrong with that. The so-called rest refers to the work of the janitor on duty at the door.

The job was boring, it was nothing more than watching the people go out, and when they came back, they would notify the senior management to open the door. To put it bluntly, it's a microphone. Although the time is a bit long, a shift takes a full 24 hours, but the cycle is long, and it is only a turn every few days, so it is not very difficult.

Yu Sufu is very satisfied with his current life, but the top management always seems to be brewing something, which makes him somewhat unsure. But, as a small person, he doesn't need to think too much. Today was on duty, so he and another companion on duty were having a casual chat. By the way, I used a rag dipped in engine oil and wiped my favorite gun - M16A4. This classic gun model has accompanied Yu Sufu for many years and has never disappointed him.

"Knock, knock!" Outside the heavy gate, there was a familiar sound of slamming the door. The out-of-town search team is back.

Yu Sufu impatiently put down the oily rag and shouted at the door: "Wait! ”

Carefully put down the gun, got up and walked to the basement. Today's basement is a little crowded. In addition to the bunk rooms, even some of the supply rooms were inhabited. These guys arrived in batches, consuming a lot of supplies, but only bringing back a small amount of supplies.

Yu Sufu was almost unfamiliar with them, let alone had much friendship, so he didn't have to be very enthusiastic. He went down to the ground and paid no attention to the guys who were sitting or lying. He walked straight to a closed door, tightened his neckline, smoothed the folds on his clothes, and shouted, "Report!" ”

"Come in!" After a brief reply, Yu Sufu pushed the door in.

After a while, Shemusher was in front, Yusufu followed, and a few newcomers appeared, and the group appeared in front of the gate of the "shelter".

"Dawut, how's the harvest?" Through the door, Shemusher asked in a loud voice.

The only sound that answered him was "knock, knock".

"This guy is so daring! After living for so long, are you still afraid of attracting infected people? Shemusher muttered to himself, reached into his arms, and pulled out the black magnetic card.

His eyes shrank into the card slot as the magnetic card shrank, and he suddenly remembered something, and immediately reached out to grab the card slot. But the black card is gone,

Shemushel grabbed a blank. Yu Sufu behind him had sharp eyes, and he asked softly, "Boss, what's wrong?" ”

Semushel pulled out the "sand eagle" pinned to his waist, stared at the center of the gate, and said softly: "Dawut is cautious, but he is not a person who is afraid of death!" Hopefully, I'm suspicious. Yu Sufu and the rest of the people looked at each other and pulled out their weapons.

The gate slowly opened, and although the setting sun could not penetrate the clouds, it also gilded the world with a layer of gold. In everyone's eyes, they were first blinded by the light, and then they saw a vaguely standing figure.

Seeing that there was only one target, Shemsher immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Bang!"

The "Sand Eagle" roared, and the weapons in the hands of the rest of the people were no longer silent. For a while, the sound of "da-da-da, bang-bang" rang out like a bean.

The figure ravaged by the arms was motionless, just frozen without dodging.

"Ceasefire!" When a magazine was empty, Shemsher raised the sand eagle in his hand. He wanted to see what the hell this stupid guy was standing and being shot!

The high-speed rotation of the bullet rolled up the dust. As soon as the fire stopped, the wind billowed out with black smoke.

Everyone looked closely, but what caught their eyes was a pair of gray-black arms full of bullet holes. At the end of the arm were a pair of pure black claws with long, sharp, fingernails.

In shock, everyone touched their bodies and replaced the magazine in the shortest possible time. The arm slowly drooped under the gaze of everyone, revealing a pair of red pupils.

"It's you!"

"It's it!"

Seeing the face behind the arm, Shemuchel and the other exclaimed at the same time!

Xie Musheer didn't expect that Yang Xiaohai, who was strangled by him with his own hands, would actually come back! The other exclaimed, in a very anxious tone, said to Shemchel: "Boss! It was him, the red-eyed 'infected' who used his arm to block bullets. ”

Muradili said something anxious, but Shemushel didn't listen to it. He tugged at the corners of his mouth coldly, and quickly calmed down after the initial surprise. "It turned out to be the two hundred and five, what if you become an 'infected'? If I can kill you once, I can kill you ten more times, a hundred times! ”

He raised the sand eagle that had changed the magazine and aimed at Yang Xiaohai's eyebrows. The already nervous crowd saw that there was only one "infected person", and they were somewhat relieved of their vigilance.

They cursed in a low voice and aimed their guns at Yang Xiaohai. At this time, the large iron door of the "shelter" slowly opened to the maximum.

Xie Mushel aimed at the unsuspecting forehead, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, Yang Xiaohai moved. He didn't dodge, he didn't attack, he just lazily raised his right paw and swung it back and forth. Shemchel's hand with the gun trembled violently.

"Bang!" , the bullet grazed Yang Xiaohai's cheek and flew by, he was highly skilled, and he could be called a hundred shots Xie Mu Sheer, but he actually missed!

"Shhh

All kinds of strange roars resounded through the heavens and the earth. Almost instantly, the strange-shaped infected who appeared out of thin air behind Yang Xiaohai poured towards the gate from all directions.

Those who were staggering, and even crawling, the infected suddenly went crazy when they saw the blood food alive.

They opened their mouths wide open and did everything they could to roll towards the standing crowd! They fluttered with slag and crumbled at their rotting husks, not afraid of the spills of bullets.

Behind the door, there was a group of frightened men. Countless times, the scenes they often see in their nightmares suddenly come true. Although the gunshots rang out, everyone's hearts were cold.

The intertwined nets of fire kept the "infected" at bay. A little touch. Dozens of bodies fell at the gate. The fallen immediately became a stepping stone for those who came after. It's like a snowball. The "Infected" pushed the hall in an unstoppable motion. The imposing iron gate is now an unobstructed passageway.