......A roguing, inhuman roar echoed through the hall, and the dust fell. The small, reddish eyes of the macho infected man shook violently, and he slowly sank down. The skinless shoulders sank to a man-high position and hovered still, and the whole body leaned forward strangely.

The weight of the whole body is pressed on the left foot, and the free right foot is slightly bent back, and the muscles are visibly expanded. The already majestic body became tighter and tighter, and the explosive power of his body almost burst out.

Yang Xiaohai roared, and the tingling and itching in his throat was much lighter. Just now, when the macho "infected" collided with him, Yang Xiaohai, who was unable to move, thought that he was in a catastrophe. In a trance, he "saw" the macho infected again, as if a camera was shooting above his head.

And he receives the video signal as the camera rotates. Not only do you not have to open your eyes, but you also have a 360-degree ultra-wide angle. When he "watched" his shoulder hit him, he could only stare and wait for death. But deep down, an unprecedented anger continued to well-emerge. I can't say it, I can't tell it, but it's unusually clear in my mind.

A rebellious emotion quickly spread throughout the body, and even the hair was full of unyielding. Under such anger, Yang Xiaohai also felt a faint sadness. It was only for a moment, and before he could realize it, as soon as his mind sank, he disappeared in place as if teleporting, and appeared in the corner of the hall instead.

Without warning, all the pain in my body disappeared. Yang Xiaohai didn't know what was going on, and there was only one thought left in his mind: he must not let this despicable, inferior "infected" knock him down. Slowly opening my eyes, the whole world is only one color. The sky is blood-red, the earth is blood-red, and everything that shakes is blood-red.

Yang Xiaohai looked at this different world, so he saw something not far away, a huge man, still and still, but he was pale red. He's meowing, why are you the only one who is pale red! Why are you different from others? I hate, I hate this PINK!

In an instant, as if detonated, Yang Xiaohai disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was already on the side of the macho "infected". "Poof". The thick shoulders of the macho "infected" fell into the dust with a good arm attached. The macho infected suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground fiercely. The little pale red eyes trembled violently, and they lost focus for a moment.

Yang Xiaohai's dark red eyes didn't blink, and the two pairs of long fangs made him unable to shut his mouth at all. This is nothing, after all, many people have already seen his dignity. Compared with the past, what is different is Yang Xiaohai's arm. On the outside of the forearm, two blade-like bones emerge through the body.

The two blades were each supported by two small bones, like the blades of a halberd. It was this reborn bone, carrying Yang Xiaohai's inexplicable anger, that took off the entire arm of the macho "infected" as soon as he made a move. The bones can no longer be called bone spurs, but more like a pair of bone knives.

Yang Xiaohai originally cut to the head of the macho infected, but his thick shoulders and overly tall figure saved him. But it's nothing, the effect of a penetrating blow is ideal. Yang Xiaohai's anger also vented a lot with a hearty blow. He stood blankly beside the huge body of the macho infected, looking left and right at the bone knives on either side of his arm.

They are not long, slightly shorter than the forearm, but crystal clear. The blade is translucent, like a work of art. I shook my arm, but I didn't feel anything wrong. The two bone knives are as if they were born with them. Yang Xiaohai can even feel the direction of the wind through the bone knife.

Like a child who gets a new toy, Yang Xiaohai kept looking at his arm, forgetting everything around him. The macho infected slowly sat up from the ground with the support of his remaining arms. The violently fluttering eyeball slowly regained its stability. It "looked" at Yang Xiaohai, who was admiring him in front of him, and his big head slammed down.

"Whew", another cold light, and the jaw full of sharp teeth of the macho infected fell to the ground with a "click". And there was a look of disbelief on the skinless face. Its big head was pressed by Yang Xiaohai with both hands, and it didn't move at all. The macho "infected" tried to shake his head, but it was useless. The sharp nails on Yang Xiaohai's fingers pierced deeply into the neck of the macho "infected", as if he had taken root there.

Its remaining big hand clenched into a fist and smashed down on Yang Xiaohai's head. The dark red fist lost its strength in the air, and then fell to the ground like a dead snake. It turned out that as soon as it shook its fist, Yang Xiaohai opened his mouth and bit the top of the head of the macho "infected". The newly erupted fangs effortlessly burst through the skull.

Between the bites and the close, a large piece of skull was torn off fiercely and spit out by Yang Xiaohai. Contrary to what was expected, the translucent, milky white jelly was shivering in the air.

Yang Xiaohai didn't think about anything. But that big head, without even a single hair stuffed under his mouth, is really sorry for the two pairs of fangs if he doesn't bite it. I don't know what I thought at the time, anyway, he "snorted" and took a bite, only to feel that he was biting into a tender and juicy melon. The strange fragrance that seduced him several times came to his face

。 Yang Xiaohai's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he couldn't bear it anymore. A few steps forward, lying on the wound, Yang Xiaohai sucked violently, and the trembling brain was sucked clean. The brainless hunk "infected" convulsed at the time.

Yang Xiaohai ate his brain raw, and before he had time to be disgusted, a cool, but fragrant smell rushed to his mind. Yang Xiaohai looked at the turned scalp and felt disgusted, but the taste in his mouth made him hate it. There were still some remnants of brain pulp in the cranial cavity, and Yang Xiaohai stretched out his fingers like a god, buckled the residue, and then sent it into his mouth. Maybe it was because I was nervous just now, so I didn't have time to savor it before I finished it.

Now that the dust has settled, Yang Xiaohai, who has relaxed, has tasted an indescribable delicacy. The taste was unremarkable at the beginning, but when it was wrapped around the tip of the tongue, it was extraordinarily sweet and sweet, and Yang Xiaohai trembled with happiness, as if his soul was about to go out of his body.

He repeated the words: "It's you, it's you, I've finally found it!" Hahahaha...... "Looks like a madman, like an evil ghost."

A few black-clothed men who had cast their eyes over happened to see this scene. Turning his head and leaning over, the "wow......" in unison really wanted to spit out all the bile. There was an unlucky one who had difficulty concentrating due to strong stomach discomfort, and was exploited by an "infected person". He shook his body in pain, but he couldn't get rid of the mouth that bit his neck, and after a while, it became a delicacy in the mouth of the "infected".

No matter how terrifying Yang Xiaohai's raw brain is; It doesn't matter that many ordinary infected people come from all over the world to participate in this rare gluttonous feast; Alone said that beside the black pupil, Lu Yin, who was holding a simple "spear" and constantly piercing the cloud ladder.

Because of his agility and the fact that he was lucky enough to stand on the edge of the ladder, he was the first to climb the ladder when the macho "infected" broke through the wall. What happened after that can be described as chaos. In the dust, I don't know what happened downstairs, anyway, just one thought, saying nothing can make the "infected" climb up.

Pick up the improvised "spear" that someone didn't know who threw it away, and stab all the "infected" who climbed up the ladder. I don't know if it's too nervous, or if the stabbing work is too physically demanding; In just a few minutes, he was sweating through.

As the flour is blown away by the wind, the vision gradually becomes clearer. Lu Yan took a cold look in his busy schedule, but saw Yang Xiaohai standing strangely beside the macho "infected". The tragic situation downstairs made his hands and feet cold. muttered in his mouth, "Little brother, brother's chance for revenge has come." Before the words fell, as soon as the "spear" was thrown, Lu Yan ran away. The black pupil three meters away from him didn't even blink.

Dozens of seconds later, Yang Xiaohai downstairs and Hei Tong upstairs were still stunned, and Lu Yin had already gone and returned. He was carrying several bullets on his body, and he was still struggling to carry a black guy in his hands. The guy was like a cluster of iron pipes, with a round fuselage behind seven long black tubes. There is an iron handle on the fuselage that can be lifted.

After a while, Lu Xuan pointed the pipe with seven holes at Yang Xiaohai below. "Ah......" As Lu Yan shouted, the pipe began to spin at great speed, and after a while, a series of tongues of fire poured downstairs.

The Gatling machine gun, an ancient and powerful revolving machine gun, has been reinvigorated on the second floor of the security building after a hundred years of silence. The Gatling machine gun, which was supposed to be on display in the museum, was confiscated by the civilian community before. The owner of the gun was an old man, and he was crying when he confiscated it.

How to get it back, how to fight the ink of the lawsuit for several years, and in the end, the old man didn't survive and died. As a result, the gun with tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition has become a historical problem. Thanks to him, this heavy weapon has been kept in the physical department on the second floor, which was forgotten by everyone, but now it has made a meritorious service.

Lu Yin shook his hand a little frantically, shooting bullets at the clumsy figure. At first, he was still aiming, but soon he sadly found that there was no familiar figure as far as his eye could see. "Aim, but that's it!" Holding the "Gatling" in one hand and shaking the handle in the other, the muzzle of the gun was swallowing tongues of fire at a rate of 400 rounds per minute.

What about Yang Xiaohai? I "saw" Lu Yan long before he started firing, and even saw the blood flowing all over his body. Without waiting for the bullets to roar, Yang Xiaohai had already accelerated out of the building. Although the aftertaste of the food is interrupted, it is much more comfortable than bullets.

The old otaku greedily put his finger in his mouth, but his eyes looked at the ordinary "infected". It just so happened that the infected, who had no eyes open, staggered towards him. So Yang Xiaohai waved his arms and cut open the head of the "infected". Yang Xiaohai put the half of the thing under his eyes with anticipation, and he immediately threw it away because of the strong rancid stench.

Yang Xiaohai suddenly lost interest in those ordinary "infected people" who were swaying and dirty. It seems that the delicious food full of strange aromas is not something that can be obtained casually! Yang Xiaohai was reluctant to smash his mouth, reminiscing about the intoxicating delicacy over and over again.