These people all escaped from the factory.

Kill the fat dragon?

Don't be funny, if the fat dragon is so easy to kill, how can he snatch this territory from Zhou Taiqing's hands, and live so long in a dignified manner?

Moreover, who doesn't know that there are at least a dozen subordinates in the office building where he lives, and two of them have guns.

Guns!

That's a real gun!

With just a pull of the trigger, you can directly blow up an ordinary person's head with a shotgun!

Just based on Cui Die's words, do you want them to risk their lives to work for the Lu Group?

Why?

What if you lose this factory, even if it is the people of the Lu Group.

Without rights and territory, they are just a group of lost dogs who are no different from them.

So when these people heard Cui Die say that they were going to counterattack, they had already made a decision in their hearts and planned to part ways.

But who would have thought that accidents always come before dreams.

Just now, he was still scoffing at Cui Die and Zhou Taiqing's decision, and not long after he left the gate in the blink of an eye, the survivors who escaped were surrounded by corpses.

At first they were a little happy.

I'm glad I made this decision.

Cui Die and Zhou Taiqing, who were planning to counterattack, just attracted the attention of the Fat Dragon gang, and they could leave here safely.

But now it's all in vain.

Why are there so many corpses here!

It looks like they've just been dead for a short time, as if they were here specifically to stop them!

It's too late to regret it!

The hordes of corpses that were gnawing on the corpses soon surrounded them, and to them, the smell of the living was noticeably more enticing than the corpses on the ground.

Do you want to go back?

At this time, this thought suddenly jumped into almost everyone's heart.

The corpses are just blocking the road, and they haven't come up from the back bread yet!

If you turn around, you can still go back to the factory directly!

But the fat dragon is behind you!

Cui Die and Zhou Taiqing have already started to act, and Feilong must have noticed that someone has escaped from the dungeon.

If you go back like this, won't you fall into the net?

The man in the lead gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Brothers! Going back is definitely a dead end!

Is that a human life!

Eat swill every day, lie in that broken warehouse like a dead man, and wait to die!

But as long as we rush out of this group of corpses, we can find a place to spend some peace!

Aren't they zombies?

Who the fuck hasn't killed a few yet! ”

After saying this, this guy directly twisted a homemade mace in his hand and rushed towards the group of corpses in front of him.

Someone takes the lead, and naturally someone follows.

Several men looked at each other and hurriedly followed, after all, that person was their eldest brother.

And the rest of the people were originally terrified, but when they heard him say this, they recalled the treatment in the past, and naturally they couldn't turn around and go back.

So more than 30 people rushed towards the group of corpses in front of them.

At this time, there are very few people who have no experience in killing zombies.

Three or five zombies is really not a big deal for a small team of survivors.

After all, not everyone can be like Zheng Xinghuai, who just opened a convenience store at home, and has enough supplies to stay at home for a month.

So going out is a must.

Killing zombies is the same, weak chickens are either gnawed clean by zombies, or they die at the hands of neighbors.

Can you just rush at the hordes of zombies?

Don't say it's them.

Even Lin Zifeng has to weigh whether there are so many mutants secretly hidden in this group of zombies.

But at this time, these people had just escaped from the hands of the fat dragon, and everyone's hearts were holding back a lot of energy.

Excited, excited, and with a strong desire.

Longing for freedom, longing to live.

and fear of death.

Go back to a dead end, and the fat dragon will not let himself go.

You can break out of the corpse and you can live.

So these two seemingly contradictory emotions are intertwined, and a great courage is formed that will never be produced in ordinary times.

They were red-eyed and screaming.

There are no women in the team either, so there is no need to have any scruples.

But they were weak for too long.

Even when wielding a weapon, there is an urge to get out of your hands.

They were also tired for too long.

There's no place to sleep properly in the dungeon.

The most important thing is that there are far more zombies than they think.

Even when a man was a little unprepared, and several zombies dragged him away from the crowd and tore him apart, his terrible screams and the blood that diffused again made the zombies outside move towards him sharply.

When someone dies, someone is afraid.

The speed of the crowd quickly slowed down.

Layer after layer of zombies are like ants that have encountered their prey, wrapping these warriors who take the initiative to send them into the corpse.

The men were forced to form a circle.

There's no way for them to move on.

The zombies pouring in from all directions have completely blocked the way forward.

They tried to escape, but found that the way back was already crowded with zombies.

Despair rises from the bottom of my heart.

The sky was getting darker.

It seems that there is only one dead end.

Even though everyone was desperately chopping, smashing, sweeping, and trying every means to smash the rotten heads in front of them.

But people still keep falling.

Maybe it was suddenly bitten by a zombie that came out of nowhere.

Maybe it was finally out of strength that he couldn't resist the outstretched claws in front of him, and then he was dragged out directly.

Fresh flesh and blood make the hordes even crazier.

It also makes the despair in everyone's hearts even stronger.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a certain direction.

Faintly, but getting closer.

It was the sound of a corpse being cut apart.

It was the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

It's the sound of approaching footsteps!

Then everyone saw that the road back to the factory, which had been blocked, reappeared in front of them.

Several headless corpses fell with a thud.

A young man was looking at them with a curious expression.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

He spoke, as if tentatively.

"You, you were sent by Mr. Cui?"

A man outside swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly raised his hand to touch the plasma on his face.

The eyes are a little hard to see.

It can't be that I am hallucinating in front of my eyes!

Otherwise, he was the only one who actually killed through the corpses?

But after thinking about it, he still asked the sentence, and his tone no longer had the contempt he had before, but seemed a little respectful and hopeful.

The man seemed a little taken aback.

Then I saw him directly tear his throat and shout.

"Comrades! I was sent by Mr. Cui to help you!

If you still want to live, run to the road behind me!

There's a seafood processing plant over there!

Eat and live!

The boss is kind again, and he treats the people below well! ”

After saying this, he saw that everyone seemed to be silent, and his face became a little impatient.

"I'll give you ten seconds, and if you don't leave, just stay here and feed the zombies."