"Bang bang bang." In the dimly lit mall below, Baker and a group of police officers kept pulling the trigger.

One by one, "people" fell to the muzzle of the gun, and from time to time there were guys who were shot and fell to the ground, and they moved towards the police officers with their hands and feet.

But before they could get closer, Baker rewarded them with a peanut in the middle of the eyebrow.

"Shack, where did so many zombies come from? I thought it was just a legend! A police officer deducted the magazine and panicked to reload the bullet.

The creatures weren't slow, and were as fast as sprinters.

They had been stuck in the mall for more than thirty minutes.

Those zombies seemed endless, and the faces of those fallen zombies could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Many police officers began to worry about whether there would be their relatives among the zombies killed.

Baker looked at the police officers fighting side by side, and looked up at the entrance again, the endless stream of zombies, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

That bastard actually infected half the town.

............

"Da-da-da-da."

Town church.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoes in the church.

The visitor seemed to be at a leisurely pace, pausing as he walked, as if to look at the centuries-old church that the townspeople had in their mouths.

"Ahem, is this gentleman here to pray?" The gray-haired old man in a black robe stood under the statue of Jesus, staring at Kerry with blazing eyes.

"Ah, prayer is only a kind of self-consolation for the sins you have committed." Kerry looked with interest at the cross of Jesus that was embedded in the wall.

In Kerry's sight, the old head was crowned with flashing "1500" points.

The old man smiled and shook his head, objecting to Kerry's answer: "It is better to pray for repentance than to do bad things without remorse." ”

The atmosphere fell silent.

Kerry didn't want to argue about whether it was useful to pray for bad things, so he stared at the old man and smiled, "Are you waiting for Baker?" ”

Despite the good disguise, Kerry noticed a flash of panic in the old man's eyes when he mentioned Baker.

"You think you're going to eat me." Kerry slowly stepped forward: "But I didn't expect that energy to spread. ”

Kerry didn't want to do this, but these two guys wanted their own lives, so it's no wonder that they did it first.

After being silent for a long time, the old man held back a sentence: "How do you see it?" ”

"It's simple." Kerry shook his head, his eyes fixed on the old man, "Actually, you guys are pretty well disguised. ”

At first, Kerry didn't suspect Baker, but when Kerry asked Baker if he could take him and Alice to old John, the guy readily agreed.

Imagine an important eyewitness who would bring himself and Alice closer?

This is not a novel, the protagonist is shocked, and he bows in all directions.

Kerry didn't realize that his personality was so charismatic that a group of people worshiped him.

There is never a good thing in this world for no reason.

Either he is hungry for your body, or he is your father.

And apparently Baker didn't meet either of these points, so why did he risk being expelled from the city to bring two men to Old John?

He had a motive to push himself to do it.

Combined with Kerry's summoning of the Ghost Ninja, Baker stared at his wrist in an instant.

Kerry probably understands that this guy is not as simple as it seems.

"Also, I asked his colleagues about Baker before I came."

Kerry sat in the chair below, his right leg resting naturally on his left leg, looking relaxed: "Colleagues say Baker goes to church every Monday, but the church has a service on the weekend. ”

(I don't dare to write in detail, I'm afraid it's gone.) ）

"And most importantly, one thing." Kerry smiled at the corners of his mouth: "Yesterday was the weekend, and if Baker was really a devout believer, then he wouldn't be absent from church on this day." ”

Thinking of Baker's marksmanship, this guy has become more and more extraordinary in Kerry's eyes.

"So it's very easy to doubt this kind of thing, plant a seed, wait quietly for it to sprout, and it will quickly grow into a giant tree that will push you to find the truth in your heart." Kerry stood up and pulled a gun out of his pocket.

"Bang!"

The wrist resisted the thrust from the muzzle, and the bullet flew out and hit the old man's forehead.

"Smack." The old body lay in a pool of blood.

"Ding, kill the Holy Cultist and get 1500 points."

After killing the old priest, plus the remaining 500 points, Kerry has 2000 points.

Fortunately, there are some preparations for the next big war.

"Lottery."

2000 points reduced by 500.

The movie film screen that popped up in front of him turned: "Ding, you gain fifty spiritual power." ”

One more Ghost Ninja isn't bad.

"Lottery."

1500 points deducted 500.

The screen rotates, and then stops at a picture of the Ghost Ninja standing behind the figure: "The Ghost Ninja gains the possession ability, which can control the actions of the possessed person." ”

There are still 1,000 points left, and Criss has drained them all and gained another 100 spiritual power.

Now he has 400 spirit power, and he can summon 8 Ghost Ninjas.

The points are swept away,

Kerry hit the idea at the old man, this guy should have a lot of treasures.

Approached the old man and searched.

A mirror, a small book engraved with a cross.

Kerry opened the small book, which detailed the bloods and werewolves that lurked in the town.

An envelope slowly fell, Kerry opened the envelope, and then his face turned pale, staring at the old man lying in a pool of blood in disgust, it was really cheap for him to let this guy die easily.

(So smart people should already know what the points generated by ordinary people are linked to, everyone has them, more or less.) ）

"Phew, ex." Kerry stood up and raised his palms.

Black gas flew towards Kerry in all directions, encircling it.

Meanwhile.

Department store basement.

The officers who ran out of bullets looked at each other.

Looking at the crowd, some timid police officers even wet their pants.

No one wants to die, even the guy who shouts every day that the world is not worth it and will not come in the next life.

What they say is no different from farting, and the right way to prescribe it is to deprive him of the right to surf the Internet, deprive him of the right to go out, deprive him of the right to read, deprive him of the right to socialize, deprive him of the right to sleep, so that those hypocritical guys will understand that it is really good to be alive.

Baker looked at the tide of corpses rushing towards the officers, and silently held the long knife hidden in the loose police pants.

"Everybody, you're going to rush with me." Baker roared loudly, ready to motivate these guys to fight their way out.

But in the next second, the eyes of a group of police officers widened.

The zombies that rushed towards them collapsed to the ground like dumplings, their eyes wide and dead, and they lost their mobility.

A group of police officers who survived the catastrophe hugged each other excitedly and cheered loudly.

Seeing this scene, Baker did not show a happy look, but his face gradually became solemn.

He took out his phone and looked at the time, and found that it was past the time he had agreed with the old priest.

The call did not come, so it only means another situation, the old priest is dead.

Baker left the celebratory crowd and started the police car and sped in the direction of the church.

Draw a medieval sword from your pants.

If nothing else, the one should have been waiting for him in the church.