"Gatling" is very troublesome to change bullets. After all, it's an old antique, and if everything is good, it won't be the turn of "Makqin". Lu Yin is indeed an elite in black, and Gatling is originally operated by four people, but the barrel of the gun that was beaten by him alone was red. Tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition are not firecrackers, and if they are all fired, it will take a while. But Gatlin's old problem came after a few thousand rounds - the old gun jammed.

Lu Yan slipped a machine gun in one hand and set it up on the damaged gap in the guardrail of the building. The shaking was getting stronger, and the handle tightened unexpectedly, and he almost knocked the machine gun downstairs. The probe looked at it, and I couldn't see anything except the seven pure black barrels that were slightly red.

He didn't dare to touch it with his hands, dragged the machine gun back to the second floor, and stared at the bull's eye and gasped downstairs. The cost of the hero's feat was extremely slight, and Lu Yin's hands were dripping with blood, which was the result of the wear and tear of the palms of both hands. After all, he is alive, and compared with his colleagues downstairs, he is indeed much luckier.

No matter how big Lu Qin's eyes were, he couldn't see Yang Xiaohai's figure. "Dada", a large number of infected people were swept down. Yang Xiaohai stood alone outside the building, staring at the sparse "infected" in the distance and slowly gathering towards him. "Hey......" With a feeble sigh, he slowly walked towards the building.

The ground was devastated and the figures of the "infected" and human beings were everywhere, strange shapes and everywhere. The two are very distinguishable, not to mention the uniform on the black clothes, just look at whose body is more completely destroyed, then it must be from the human camp. No matter how harsh it is, there are always survivors.

Just when the ceasefire was stuck upstairs, Yang Xiaohai slowly walked back to the building. In just a few dozen steps, he had already seen several figures slowly getting up. The survivors of these survivors were all dumbfounded and at a loss. A figure slowly crawled up from the flour, and before he could open his eyes, three nearby "infected" pounced.

Yang Xiaohai's eyes were not red and his teeth were not long, and he waved his arm gently. The skin on the outside of the right forearm suddenly opened, and the newborn bone knife was crystal clear and silent. In the midst of the flour flying, the black clothes of the noodle man added some purple colors.

"Ah......" Yang Xiaohai, who was close to a high-pitched and sharp scream, shuddered.

"Elsie! …… The macho man didn't do anything, this voice, the master is so hung and chopped you! Yang Xiaohai withdrew the bone knife, kindly helped the black clothes in front of him to incite and fanta, and the flour in the sky quickly rolled into the distance.

"Ah......" There was another exclamation, and in Yang Xiaohai's frowning gaze, the man folded his hands in front of him, shaking his hands while crying and running towards the cloud ladder.

"This stupid woman!" Yang Xiaohai recognized the owner of the voice, Leng Qian. It's the good-looking, highly educated female black dress. At the moment, she has no image, just an ordinary girl who is overly frightened. She didn't care about it, she just wanted to run to the second floor, to a relatively safe place. As everyone knows, shouting and shouting instead diverts the attention of the remaining "infected".

So, a strange scene appeared. Leng Qian ran towards the ladder, but all the "infected" who approached her were cut off their heads, but there was obviously no one around her. This Nizi was really stupid, and she ignored everything that happened next to her, and she just ran straight towards the ladder. After a while, he climbed up the ladder with a shudder.

On the back of the ladder, a whirlwind blew, and Yang Xiaohai appeared. He looked up and watched Leng Qian climb up to the second floor. Don't worry if you don't stare at it! Na Nizi's body is like a sifting chaff, who knows if she will fall from a ladder more than ten meters high.

"This, this, can anyone tell me what's going on?" Yan Bing, who was belated, pointed to the huge body of the macho "infected" and stammered. He didn't understand, wasn't he five minutes late? His old man's legs and feet are no younger than Xiao, what's wrong with being late?

"Xiao, Xiao Xu, Xu Xugao!" Yan Bing's voice became higher and higher, but he didn't get a response from Director Xu. Coldly, a white shadow jumped out of the ladder, and Yan Bing immediately touched his waist. Although he hadn't shot in a long, long time, the instinct of being black still existed.

"Brother Yan, it's my ......" A female voice with a long cry stopped Yan Bing's hand from drawing the gun. After all, they are colleagues who get along day and night, and he still recognizes Leng Qian's voice. Manager Yan loves money, but his style of life is very rigorous!

Yan Bing walked to the guardrail and glanced down to make sure that there was nothing on the ladder to follow; glanced at Leng Qian again, and saw that she was only stained with some flour on her body, and she didn't see any wounds, so she stepped forward with concern and asked, "Are you hurt?" How did you get it. ”

Leng Qian's stimulation was too great, she threw herself into Yan Bing's arms with a wow, and tears flowed out like a flood that opened the floodgates.

"You colleague, pay attention to the influence! Don't just cry, answer me first, this and this...... What the hell is going on? Leng Qian hugged Yan Bing tighter. Yan Bing was so anxious that he tried to push her away, but the latter was almost stuck to him and couldn't shake her off.

Just as he was stalemate, a weak voice relieved the siege: "Brother Yan, it's all over!" A big monster has broken in, and the wall we worked so hard to build has been destroyed! The food on the first floor is also finished! Jia Chengsu climbed down from the ladder, leaned over, lying on the ground with one arm curled, and replied with a weak and bitter face.

Leng Qian saw that there were others, and her heart immediately became less panicked. So the woman's shame raised her head. She pushed Yan Bing away, her eyes looking around messily. But to go back upstairs alone, I would never dare.

"What did you say?" Yan Bing just got rid of Leng Qian's entanglement, and immediately grabbed Jia Chengsu's collar with both hands, letting the flour fall and Jia Chengsu grinning without hesitation, asking for a futile answer.

In fact, when he first saw the tragic situation in the hall on the first floor, the answer was already obvious. The reason why Jia Chengsu was persecuted was nothing more than to ask for comfort in his heart.

But Jia Chengsu was unlucky, he was already broken up by Yang Xiaohai, and then he was shaken by Yan Bing, he simply rolled his eyes and fainted.

Yan Bing didn't let him go because of the coma, and still shook it vigorously, until Jia Cheng foamed at the mouth, and then he let go unwillingly.

"More than a hundred, only two?" Yan Bing muttered to himself in extreme frustration.

"That, and me..." A trembling voice came, and Wang Xiaona, who was also dressed in white, climbed down the ladder.

"Anything else?" Yan Bing's deathly gray face burst with a glimmer of light.

"I don't know, I don't know. I was escorted up by Team Lee. I was protected by the man in black before, I couldn't see anything, and I was making a mess everywhere. Wang Xiaona was also covered with flour. But her face was clean because of her quail-like dodge. His face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was scared or the excitement of the rest of his life.

Yan Bing opened his mouth, as if he was worried, but after all, curiosity drove him to take a few steps forward and take a closer look at the hall on the first floor.

The huge hall on the first floor is leaking everywhere. Sunlight streams in through the holes in the walls, and together with the flour and stains, it depicts a horrific purgatory scene.

Yan Bing looked at the lonely, stupid figure, and counted slightly, it must be less than the number of double ten. The dignified city company building, the good black clothes city branch, was killed by the "infected" in just five minutes.

The bloody reality made Yan Bing's old face "crackle". The disparity in the strength of the enemy and us has become like this, what are you talking about organizing a team, and what do you want to take the initiative to get closer?

At this moment, Yan Bing only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and all his thoughts were lost. He seemed to age dozens of years in an instant, like an old man, staggering towards the stairs. At this moment, he just wants to find a place that is temporarily safe and no one to disturb him.

Yan Bing's prediction was very accurate. As Wang Xiaona went up to the second floor, some of the big guys climbed back through the ladder one after another. plus Yang Xiaohai and Heitong, nineteen people, sure enough, there are no more than ten doubles.

Yang Xiaohai's bone knives in his arms were still outstretched at the moment, and in front of the rest of the people, he didn't have to hide anything. Anyway, when I rescued people just now, all the survivors had seen their weirdness. So Yang Xiaohai pushed down the cloud ladder, and everyone was just surprised by his superhuman strength, but no one stopped him.

Yang Xiaohai knocked down the ladder to prevent the "infected" from climbing up through the ladder. As for the black-clothed people downstairs who were injured but not dead, I'm sorry, there is no cure, and it is only a matter of time before they become "infected". They themselves know this.

When sporadic gunshots rang out on the first floor, more than a dozen people chose to remain silent. Death is the only way for the injured to be relieved.

Yang Xiaohai checked the remaining dozen people one by one. While checking whether he was injured or infected, he secretly wondered: except for Leng Qian and Wang Xiaona, the rest were all sturdy men in black. I don't know how to get it, the survivors are all Yan Bing's supporters.

Among the dozen or so sturdy men in black clothes, there were also two weakest existences. It is reasonable to survive with good physique, but Leng Qian and Wang Xiaona were unexpectedly unscathed.

Seeing Wang Xiaona, Yang Xiaohai was very pleased. Secretly sighed a few times, he asked in a low voice, "Where is Manager Yan?" ”

asked a few times one after another, and Wang Xiaona answered him. After learning the answer, Yang Xiaohai had no idea. After thinking for a while, he squeezed out dryly: "Be quiet, go back and rest." He turned and walked down the stairs.

At the moment, everyone is depressed. It's not just because of the death of a companion, but because of the futility of hard work; It's more about fear and helplessness about the future.

Leng Qian grabbed Wang Xiaona's arm tightly, and the meaning was obvious. So the two girls walked to Wang Xiaona's room together. The male black clothes were not much better, and more than a dozen of them followed Jia Chengsu into the hall on the third floor.

At this moment, it seems that only huddling together for warmth can drive away the ubiquitous cold that seeps into the bone marrow.

Yang Xiaohai turned around and found that the whole person of the black pupil was gray, and the big eyes that were once smart had lost their brilliance, and he still followed behind him silently.