Chapter 30: Crisis

"Want to live or die?" Wang Tu asked with a glare.

"I ...... I don't want to die. She gasped for air and cried.

"Then get out of the car."

Wang Tu pulled her, Zhang Qiang also came over, the two of them hugged their heads and legs, and threw them into the car like sandbags.

"Don't ink for too long." Wang Tu pulled out his pistol, "It's really troublesome, just drop it." ”

"Okay." Zhang Qiang also pulled out his machete and shouted to several brave survivors: "Let's move things, don't worry about the rest." ”

"Life and death are up to them, they are not angry."

Turning around, Wang Tu walked to the side of the car.

Private 1 was crouching here with a light machine gun, and he found an abandoned car as a position, and the machine gun mount was firmly stuck.

Mobilizer No. 1 had also climbed into the shooter's compartment of the armed mining vehicle at this time, and he checked the bullet chain, pulled the bolt, and defended the other side.

The zombies were closer, less than two meters, their excited expressions magnified in their sight.

Wang Tu raised his hand, and with a dull gunshot, the head of a zombie walking in front exploded with a puddle of blood.

His marksmanship was terrifying, his arms barely trembled, and he raised his wrist to shoot, shooting out the bullets one after another, and the small group of zombies at the front were all killed.

The sound of gunfire was the signal, and on the other side, Mobilizer No. 1 quickly pulled the trigger of the on-board machine gun.

Dada......da

The dense rain of bullets sprayed from the thick barrel of the gun knocked the approaching zombies backwards step by step.

The first few were covered in bloody holes the size of bowls, which didn't make them die.

Unless you blow your head, you will fall like rags.

The vitality of these disgusting creatures is unimaginably tenacious, and as long as they can't hit the vital point, they are like plasters, always wrapped around them.

Changing to the third magazine, Wang Tu lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly and did not continue to shoot.

The sight is basically empty, and some of them are far away.

There are more zombies on the side of Mobilization Soldier No. 1, all of them are chasing after the car, and on the side of the king, there is more than enough to deal with with a pistol.

Private 1 doesn't have to make a move yet.

The kings are on the lookout for the unexpected, such as the blackskins who have seriously injured themselves.

The sound of gunfire spread through the buildings, fearing that the surrounding area was boiling, and more zombies gathered, charged, and rolled over.

The muzzles of the guns glowed red, and a barrage of metal bullets shrouded the fan-shaped area, and the furious bullets tore their white, rancid bodies to pieces.

A layer of people, a layer of flesh, stacked up, roads, green belts, and walls, blood ...... Slime, splashing like rain.

The streamer that pierced the abdomen and chest hit the asphalt, bounced out, and sank into another corpse.

"Poof", its eyes are black, with warm white and soft pupil crystals flowing out.

……

A few minutes later, on the bleak long street, only ugly corpses soaked in pools of blood remained.

However, this is far from over, and the army of zombies that have been flooded like a tide has already formed a scale, sweeping and washing along the road, intending to devour these delicious humans.

"Zhang Qiang!" Wang Tu tilted his head and roared.

"Ah......h......h There are also a dozen bags of rice, two older ...... Can't hold the car. ”

It was planned well, but when it was actually implemented, individual small problems appeared. For example, the sturdy men were busy carrying food, but the women, children, and women who left first were almost all frightened and clumsy, and wasted a lot of time pedaling one after another.

Zhang Qiang was almost crying, sweating profusely, "I'm tired, let's ...... The strength is gone...... Too tired. ”

Wang Tu's eyes were cold and terrifying, and he shouted in the sound of gunfire: "The rest, don't do it, get the two older ones back, don't take them." ”

In this case, it is absolutely not permissible to leave one or two people to fend for themselves in the shelter because they have food left anyway.

"Good!" Zhang Qiang nodded heavily and climbed back again.

Wang Tu raised his pistol, and just turned his head, he suddenly heard Private No. 1 remind.

"Sir, there's something unusual!"

Looking in the direction of his finger, Wang Tu's face changed suddenly.

The last thing you want to see is that you are still uninvited.

Unprecedented pressure hits my heart.

Directly in front of the line of sight, in the cemetery of a large number of cars that were rear-ended in a line, a series of thin pitch-black figures approached from a distance at a speed far beyond that of ordinary zombies.

It's not just the kind of bony blade I've seen before, it's extremely powerful.

At this time, the appearance of those black-skinned zombies had their own characteristics.

Some are short, but swift as cunning rabbits;

Some are large and have heavy steps;

Some of the chests are covered with scales, concave and convex, reflective.

……

One-star evolutionary zombies, each worth a hundred merits, in other words - each of them is equivalent to a hundred of the same kind.

From ancient times to the present, precious things are not easy to carry...... No matter if you get it in your hands or kill it.

They are fiercer and more ferocious, and they want to eat people more often.

How much black skin...... Count them, and you can't count them.

It's exciting, this battle doesn't have to be fought.

Wang Tu ordered Private No. 1 to go to the rear warehouse, and he strode towards the cab of the mining vehicle, set up the gear, and turned the direction with the throttle in one go.

Zhang Qiang and the others got into the car, only to remember that the iron gate of the police station had not yet been closed, but the two people who were dragging their feet were sitting at the door with dull eyes.

"Damn, what are you two doing? No chance. Zhang Qiang leaned out half of his body and shouted hoarsely.

At this time, several shots rang out, and a bloody hole appeared in the chest of the two of them, and they fell on their backs without saying a word.

"Forehead ......" Zhang Qiang was stunned, turned his head to look to the side, it was the black boy with a gun.

"What are you?" He wondered where this guy got the gun, and besides, he was really ruthless.

The black boy withdrew the magazine in distress, hid it in his pocket, and explained to Zhang Qiang: "The chief gave it to me, and he said that if anyone didn't have time to get in the car, no matter who it was, he would be killed." ”

"Rather than being eaten alive and becoming one of the zombies, it's better to ...... I'll help them get free. After speaking, he glanced at the two corpses buried by his own hands, and a trace of unbearability flashed between the black boy's eyebrows.

Weng Hum –

The armed mining vehicle adjusted its body, picked up speed in a thick puff of black smoke, and headed southeast.

In front, the zombies on the side surrounded them, trying to prevent the prey from escaping, and were knocked into the sky.

Private No. 1 placed the machine gun in the middle of the rear compartment of the carriage, supported it with a few bags of rice, knelt on one knee, and pressed the butt of the gun against his right chest socket.

As you progress, the frame in front of the rear of the car resembles a wide-angle shot that stretches out as the scene reverses quickly and unleashes a large number of pitch-black killers.

There are also dense zombies running out of the intersecting streets.

In a hot pot restaurant on the second floor, the glass by the window is crowded with zombies.

At the entrance of the supermarket, the chaotic footsteps trampled on the half-human-tall cartoon doll.

The small, one-star evolutionary zombies are using their unique abilities to approach the armed mining cart at unimaginable speeds.