As soon as the bone spurs were pulled out, the macho type "infected" was killed again. A big foot with no shoes and no skin stomped down towards Yang Xiaohai with the sound of the wind. At this moment, Yang Xiaohai is sour and numb, and his internal organs have not returned to their places! In desperation, he could only hold his breath and forcibly activate the "crusty" skill!

With a kick down, the rice and noodle bags that were a little farther away could no longer remain intact, and the neatly stacked shelves were shaken to pieces. Jia Chengsu finally eased up at this time, but the MK25 in his hand was always in a state of dumb fire. He had a gun in his hand, aiming at the tall, sleek head, but he couldn't pull the trigger.

Whether the monster in front of him can be destroyed with one shot, he really has no bottom in his heart, so he seems to be worried.

The macho "infected" stomped down and lifted up without pause. Yang Xiaohai was like a ball that had been hit, standing up flat with his stomach, and his whole body rushed more than a meter above the ground. It's not that he has any tactical moves, it's just the result of being pushed back by force. Yang Xiaohai's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were scattered.

Exhale a turbid breath, and the "crusty" skill is lifted. Seeing that there was a bargain to be taken advantage of, several "infected people" nearby rushed towards Yang Xiaohai, who had fallen back. Seeing that he was about to be divided and eaten, suddenly the big slap of the macho "infected" swept over, and several ordinary "infected" who did not open their eyes were instantly inflamed.

"Bang bang" A few gunshots rang out, and a little farther away, the "infected" who were rushing towards Yang Xiaohai fell in response.

The macho "intested" was attracted by the sound of gunshots, and as soon as he turned around to "look", he saw Jia Chengsu holding a gun, and the muzzle of the gun was still emitting white smoke. His targets were very precise, and they were all fish that slipped through the net. Why did he want to help Yang Xiaohai, the reason is only known to him. The macho "infected" "sees" that it is just an ordinary human, and it immediately turns back.

"Ding... Ding-ding" A few crunch sounds came from the bare skull. It waved its hand, just like an ordinary person chases a fly. But it backfired, and the annoying "ding" sound not only did not disappear, but became more and more dense. It "looked" at Yang Xiaohai, who was soft all over, and turned its huge body.

Jia Chengsu withdrew the empty magazine, took out the full magazine from his clothes pocket, and wanted to replace the bullets. In other words, the guns of the United States are really good, both in terms of stability and power, they are much stronger than 92. But it's no wonder that this is not a thing from the same period, and there is nothing to compare. In my lifetime, I touched such a good gun, and I hit it smoothly, and it was worth it in this life.

Jia Chengsu didn't look at the macho infected man who turned around at all, and just changed the magazine by himself. Even the shadow that quickly fell on his head ignored it.

Seeing that Jia Chengsu was about to turn into a lump of meat, suddenly a shadow slanted over. The pounding fist slammed into the flour bag, and the wind pressure spilled the flour into the air. In an instant, the entire hall was covered in a mist formed by flour. Jia Chengsu only felt a tightness all over his body, and he had already moved out sideways without touching the ground.

His eyes hurt from the flying acne, and tears flowed down his eyes. But he still stubbornly stretched his eyelids open, so he saw Yang Xiaohai with his head and face covered in blood. "You ......" "Don't meow nonsense." If you want to die, don't die in front of my eyes, get out of here! ”

Yang Xiaohai was covered in blood, and threw Jia Chengsu to a remote corner with all his strength. As soon as he took a breath, he felt his throat itch, and he knew that he must have inhaled the flour, and he couldn't help but breathe. In the rolling powder mist, a huge foot swept out, and Yang Xiaohai repeated his old trick, trying to rely on his perception of wind pressure to dodge the attack. "Bang" turned out to be really kicked away.

There was a muffled "pop", and Yang Xiaohai was like a broken sandbag, first hitting the wall hard, and then falling to the ground. A humanoid stain of blood was burned on the wall, and it was very clear. Just saw that Jia Chengsu was in danger to help himself, Yang Xiaohai tried his best to save him regardless of the pain around him.

But the macho "infected" is much stronger than the "Big Arnold" he encountered before, both in terms of speed and strength, and even in his reaction. This caused Yang Xiaohai to collapse as soon as he came into contact with him. is still those simple offensive methods, or the attack methods that are almost the same as "Little Arnold", Yang Xiaohai can even predict the next attack direction.

But it's one thing to see, it's another to dodge. After several punches and kicks, Yang Xiaohai predicted the direction, but his body couldn't keep up with his thinking. It's not that Yang Xiaohai is too weak, but that the macho man is too strong. Yang Xiaohai, who was lying on the ground again, was weak, and for a moment he even felt that he couldn't win against the macho man, and today might be his death.

The feeling of frustration lingered in my heart for only a moment, and it was driven out of my mind. The constant screams everywhere constantly reminded him that ordinary people like Wang Xiaona can face the test of life and death. For their sake, he must not be intimidated by his "flying stiffness".

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaohai rekindled his fighting spirit and used his nirvana: "Ancestors...... Ahem, no matter what, no one will feed you! Ahem......"

In response, a large hand poked out of the flour mist. Yang Xiaohai narrowed his eyes, and there was thick flour hanging on his eyelashes, but his eyes were very clear. He aimed his big hand in the direction it was coming from, and slammed his fists out. Six bone spurs pierced the powder mist and stabbed towards the palm of his hand with an indomitable momentum. Due to the exhaustion of all his strength, he naturally held his breath, and Yang Xiaohai's whole body flushed again.

Pinching the opportunity, Yang Xiaohai used his sharpest weapon to try to abolish the opponent's hand. The worst thing is that he doesn't dare to catch himself unscrupulously. There were a few crisp "clanging" sounds in his ears, and Yang Xiaohai was pushed hard by the big hand, and his whole body slammed into the wall behind him.

The reinforced concrete entity couldn't stop him, and with a bang, Yang Xiaohai crashed through the building and fell on the floor tiles outside the building. In the involuntary retreat, Yang Xiaohai closed his eyes. But unexpectedly "saw" that big hand, neatly six small eyes, purple and black blood splashed down the small hole.

The bone spurs of both hands, which were his strongest weapons, were broken into several pieces. No wonder the macho didn't catch him. The bone spur finally punctured his muscles, but it was all buried.

The "crusty" skill made meritorious service again, and Yang Xiaohai was only injured and injured, but he was still unconscious. He lay on the cold ground, inhaling slowly. was hit by a macho man several times in a row, Rao is Yang Xiaohai's recovery and resistance to blows are different from ordinary people, and he can't stand it at the moment. If it weren't for the continuous stimulation of gunshots and screams, as well as the sound of gnawing and chewing, Yang Xiaohai might have fainted a long time ago.

But these few months of life are like invisible shackles that trap him. It has been more than ten seconds since the black pupil was called, and if the black pupil made a move, there should be no movement at this moment, but Yang Xiaohai unexpectedly "saw": the black pupil standing on the second floor looked sluggish, and the black pupil was covered with a layer of faint gray. Not only that, but the originally white skin has also turned gray.

"He's meowing." The house leak happens to be rainy', I know that the external force is unreliable. At the critical moment, it is really yourself who can be relied on. ”

It's good for a man to be self-reliant, but Yang Xiaohai is still lying motionless on the ground. The late autumn wind is cool, and it blows away the flour smoke, making the surrounding scenery gradually clearer.

In the footsteps of "Tongtong", the macho "infected" strode out of the flour mist and crashed towards Yang Xiaohai with an aura of destruction. It leaned over, its thick shoulders at the front. Looking like that, the macho "infected" wanted to smash Yang Xiaohai to pieces.

There were only a dozen meters between the two, and the materials, walls, people, and "infected" who were blocking in front of the macho infected man were all turned into powder. The upper body of the macho "infestation" did not move, aiming at Yang Xiaohai, who was lying on the ground, and knocked him down.

The "......boom" is obviously a collision between the flesh and the hard floor tiles, but the sound of metal erupts. Some of the infected who ran towards Yang Xiaohai either flew up, lost arms and legs, or simply turned into a puddle of rotten meat. The macho infected kept his shoulders heavy and lay on the ground, with it as the center, and all the floor tiles on all sides were gone.

A large pit with a diameter of five or six meters appeared in front of everyone's eyes with white smoke. And Yang Xiaohai is nowhere to be found.

Not only the black-clothed people who were wandering and hiding, but even the macho "infected" lost their traces of Yang Xiaohai. It posed for a while, but it felt bored, and finally slowly stood in the pit. The small reddish eyes rolled around, indicating that it was not as calm as it seemed on the outside. It's just that no one knows what's going on in the mind of the infected.

After standing for a few seconds, the macho infected suddenly turned around, and his big angular face faced the hall on the first floor. After this time, the flour mist has faded a lot. Some white figures gradually emerged. Whether it is the surviving black clothes or the "infected" who are pouring in from all directions, there are shadows moving everywhere.

Even the makeshift ladder carried several figures. The roots of the ladder were cemented to death, so it did not overturn. However, judging by the frequency of the violent shaking, it seems that it will break at any moment.

Jia Chengsu's face was covered with white flour, he clutched the MK25 tightly, and his eyes kept wandering the hall. If there was any danger, he would shoot to support. Thanks to Yang Xiaohai, he was thrown in a corner and hasn't gotten up until now. There is no place in my body that does not hurt, and it seems that there are a few broken ribs.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, but his heart couldn't help but sink more and more. Maybe today is everyone's death day, right? In the faint powder mist, two dark red lights lit up. Jia Chengsu happened to be diagonally opposite. This time, he was lucky enough to see the scene behind the red light.

It was a figure, but it wasn't a normal figure. With the pair of red eyes flickering, the figure slowly walked towards him. For some reason, Jia Chengsu didn't panic at all. He watched silently as the pair of red eyes peeked out of the darkness and pink mist.

Beneath the firm bridge of the nose are two pairs of long fangs. The fangs resemble those of legendary vampires. It's just whiter and sharper, much more majestic than the monster in the movie. He looked at the strange existence and suddenly forgot where he was.

Just as he was stunned, a powerful big hand pressed on his shoulder: "Don't move, if you still want to live." Yang Xiaohai's nasty voice floated out of the weirdo's mouth!