Looking at each other, she struggled with all her might, and she was overwhelmed by the excitement.

The next moment, the man with an indifferent expression straightened his submachine gun, pierced straight into her eye socket, and flipped his wrist to stir quickly.

So the pair of eyes decorated with slender eyelashes and as pure as crystal stones will never look good again.

The violently undulating chest gradually regained its calm.

didn't stop, his mind was full of kings who opened the box, and he didn't even want to pay more attention to the dead female zombie.

Vigorous as a rabbit, through the messy tables and chairs, and upstairs.

About three or four seconds later, the dense footsteps that followed the shadow stepped into the bubble tea shop.

The tide of corpses poured in, and hundreds of ordinary zombies, led by more than ten one-star zombies, filled the first floor, and also cut off the back road of the pursued prey.

In fact, the king had no intention of returning the way he came.

He heard the commotion coming from downstairs, which meant that the "wolves" were not far away.

Unfortunately, although the wolf is fierce and terrible, he is not a sheep. He was alone, with a gun, and he was a lonely tiger.

Can tigers be afraid of wolves?

It's a question worth pondering.

……

One or two, or even a dozen, are not afraid...... But hundreds, thousands, it's a little scary.

So, the king's disciples exerted their strength to feed, and his steps were unprecedentedly large, and the long staircase turned into three steps and ran to the end.

The small box was close at hand, and just as it was about to be retrieved, a swift black shadow jumped down from the third floor.

I don't know if it's just here, or if it's been in ambush for a long time.

The royal disciples didn't have time to dodge this sudden attack.

Narrowly pushed out half a step, holding a submachine gun in one hand, with the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, and opened fire on the attacker by leaning his body to the angle he had drawn.

"Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden ......"

At least half of the bullet in the drum rushed out of the chamber of the gun in about five seconds after the trigger was pulled.

It hit the abdomen, and the muzzle, under the influence of recoil, quickly lifted up, successfully sending the red-hot bullet into the face.

It was too close, and the one-star evolutionary black-skinned zombie was blown out of the head before he could be pleased with the results of his attack.

Sticky juice splashed and ran down the walls.

Plop –

It staggered, its headless body staggering and falling.

"Hiss......" Wang Tu's face was ugly, and he couldn't help but gasp.

On his left chest, a striking black hole is imprinted on it.

It was the attacker who struck with a bone spur that had grown in his arm—leaving a mark.

It doesn't hurt much when you stab it, but if you pull it out, it tastes ...... It hurts my heart.

I don't know how deep, it is estimated that it is possible to wear both ends, and at this time the blood does not stop flowing and the clothes are wet.

A faint fishy smell wafted away and was captured.

Behind it, the roar was more intense, mixed with excitement.

In the eyes of the zombies, human blood is the most delicious food and does not need to be cooked in any way.

Sashimi, raw boiling, original taste, you can't control it without thinking about saliva.

The strong wind behind his head hit, and Wang Tu bent his legs short, and while avoiding it, the whole person's body sprinted forward under the effect of explosive force.

Passing by the toolbox, its flickering light disappeared, and there was a Rubik's cube-sized shrinking object in the palm of Wang Tu's hand.

This will not be the time to turn it on.

The king turned, put the handle of the submachine gun on his arm, and pulled the trigger a second time.

"Tutu Tutu Tu ......"

At such a close distance, the king disciple barely had to think about accuracy, and fanned out the staircase, and the bullets flew away.

The forecover was flown and his face was torn...... Broken necks abound.

The uncontrollable corpse rolled down the stairs, knocking down an unknown number of its kind, and the king emptied the drum and slung the submachine gun diagonally to his waist.

Without hesitation, he ran to the side where the armed mining truck was parked, and picked up a stool with a cartoon pig on it.

Come to the window, clean floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sunlight came in.

I saw that outside the glass, the courtyard was like a market, crowded with people, and it was a lively scene.

It is estimated that this bubble tea shop has never had so much popularity since it opened.

How dare you think about it before?

As soon as I hit the street, I followed a whole bunch of people like crazy behind my ass.

Only celebrities have this treatment.

Now it's realized, but you have to run fast, otherwise, the enthusiastic "star chaser" can gnaw you into a skeleton.

……

Scoop up the bench and hit the corner of the glass, the glass shattered like rain and fell all over the floor, and the stool fell apart under gravity.

Find the vacant focus point, add a run, and jump out.

While the zombies were still pouring into the store, Wang Tu was already standing on the roof of an abandoned car.

A zombie found him nearby, pounced on him with a fierce light, and was sent to rest with a bayonet.

Near the armed mining vehicle, there are many low-level zombies attracted by the sound of the engine idling.

They were scratching and slapping the hard steel plates of the mining trucks, blocking the path of the kings.

There is no shortcut, only a quick battle, and the fight is near.

Wang Tu flat-ended submachine guns, cast bayonet skills, and launched a thunderous offensive.

Go straight to the point, don't stop, step on the corpse.

The rear compartment of the car was locked from the inside, and they would not come out without the king's order.

The one who can help right now is Mobilizer No. 1.

He rolled down the window from the co-pilot and used a crowbar to knock on the heads of the approaching zombies.

In fact, it is better than nothing, but he has attracted more than half of the zombies on his side.

About five or six were killed, and the sound of "bang ......" sounded from behind the king.

The zombies chased after each other, and when they arrived at the window, they found that there was no way, so they jumped down with the black-skinned zombies in the lead.

I'm afraid that there are not many ordinary zombies who take the initiative to jump, and almost most of them are squeezed down by the same kind behind them.

It's only on the second floor, so it's not high, but it's easier to break your legs and feet if you don't have the right posture.

The first batch of dumplings were smashed by the ones behind before they could get up, and they were quickly buried underground.

Wang Tu was really panicked, he didn't care about fighting with them anymore, he put his arms up, and squeezed in desperately like a temple fair.

The scene was too chaotic, and there were not many zombies that could actually touch him, and they couldn't bite them, so they stretched out their arms to grab him or pull him.

Fingernails can't scratch camouflage uniforms, and only when they touch the skin, they leave hideous and terrifying black and red marks.

The king turned a blind eye and relied on a lot of strength, all relying on brute force to squeeze out the way.

Finally, they arrived at the armed mining truck.

He climbed the track with difficulty, stepped on the stairs, and the force behind him became stronger and stronger, and the zombies of both men and women were excitedly touching and dragging one by one.

His coat was torn with several holes, his pants were almost gone, his shoes had fallen off, and his socks had been ripped away by a female zombie with her mouth.

Open the door, sit sideways inside, and kick them in the face with your bare feet.