The densely populated city suddenly became hell when the end of the world came. There were crashed vehicles, tumbling smoke and flames everywhere on both sides of the streets. The living dead wandered back and forth, and the dead were scattered and covered with roads.
The portal of the store was open with broken glass all over the floor. The shelves were swept by tornadoes, and the walls were covered with splashed blood and black and red fingerprints.
There was someone lying on the ground in front, his hands and feet were still suffering from conditioned reflex convulsion, but his body had already passed through the intestines. Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh and blood of his arms and thighs, holding up his internal organs and swallowing, bleeding all over the ground.
On silver, Camry passed by quickly. The zombie smelled the smell of the living. As soon as he staggered to catch up, the car was gone.
The young man looked at the rearview mirror. On the top of the prison building in the distance, an armed helicopter was roaring into the air, crossing the devastated city and heading for the distant horizon with black smoke.
He withdrew his eyes, slightly adjusted the rearview mirror, and then saw something from the mirror, moving slightly.
It was a pair of cloudy gray eyes.
Quietly behind himself.
The young man stepped on the brake and turned back in the harsh friction. He saw the seat belt in the dead corner of the rear seat, which was clinging to a little girl and curled up quietly. It might be only two or three years old, not much bigger than a cat, with a little sheepskin braid on his head and holding a doll.
Her face was already dark, her mouth closed, and purplish red blood flowed down the corners of her mouth to her neck. She looked at the young man directly, and there was still a women's bag covered with blood on her side.
The young man closed his eyes gently.
He could imagine what it was then. The husband didn't want to give up his infected wife and daughter, drove away from the city, searched for rescue along the way, and finally was killed alive in the driving seat, then the widowed wife opened the rear door and escaped.
He opened his eyes and raised his gun to aim at the eyebrow of the little girl with the corpse, but his index finger couldn't press the trigger.
The zombies on the street were crowded by the car, numb and patting the window, making a loud sound. For a long time, the young man lowered the muzzle, stretched out his hand to jam the little girl's neck, snapped it off, and the body hung softly on the back seat.
He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car. After looking at her for a moment without a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy is extremely striking in the smoke.
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At the same time, the second floor of the parking lot.
There were more than a dozen cars full of bullet holes scattered in the large space. Dead bodies were broken and their arms were all over the ground, and alarms came and went one after another. After the fierce battle, bullets mixed with the smell of rotten meat, which strongly stimulated everyone's nerves.
"We were surrounded by the zombie group," Yan Hao took down the telescope and hoarse, "the back door alley is a dead Road, the front door blocked the zombie tide, the estimated number is several hundred. The adjacent buildings are hospitals, schools and supermarket pharmacies, which belong to the red first-class danger zone and cannot be crossed through hooks and cables, and the ammunition is about to run out."
By the side of a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly sorting out their equipment and turned around to look at a profile when they heard the words.
The harsh long-term training made them not lose control immediately, but the faintly flowing despair in silence could not be mistaken. In the depressing air, the cry and the sound of beating the door from downstairs became clearer.
Captain..." Yan Hao said.
Zhou Rong leaned back against the bloody wall and raised his head in the focus of people's eyes, but did not open his mouth, throwing a cold light first-at the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie hiding behind the cement column had a knife in the skull, deep into the handle and fell down with a splash.
"Pack up the equipment and prepare to break through."
Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was close to 1.9 meters tall and was covered in black protective clothing. He couldn't see his expression clearly in the backlighting, only listening to the low voice. A member of the team seemed to be aware of something and stood up with great hope: "brother Rong! Where are you going?!"
Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with bullet holes in half of the body. In front of the eyes, he smashed the front window with a punch, dug out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door and sat in.
"I'll lead the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking through the encirclement, you will drive southeast and the target shelter will be underground in the center of the city 30 kilometers away."
He ignited and lifted the handbrake, and the ridged sports car roared: "Once I get away, I will rush to meet you. If I haven't come back before you arrive, the captain's responsibility will be taken by Yan Hao to send a positioning signal to the base."
Captain!" Yan Hao growled out suddenly, and several players stood up unacceptably at the same time: "No, brother Rong!" Stop!"
Zhou Rong leaned out of the window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes: "Huh?"
When Zhou Rong didn't smile, the combination of facial features had a kind of cold, unruly and frightening anger. Even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly compressed pupil silently showed the fact that "this person is very pricking", which was enough to make viewers completely ignore the beauty of his own appearance.
The lust accumulated over the years | Wei asked the players to reflect the conditions at the same time, and then Yan Hao lost control of the ground. When he was about to say something, Zhou Rong reached out to him. The irresistible command meant a lot, which made him stop.
Then Zhou Rong laughed-his anger disappeared with a smile. The corners of his mouth were aroused and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved. Instead, he had an unserious charm of yuppie.
"Bitch, you guys." He stepped over from his team member's face one by one and smiled, "Wait until brother Rong goes to the shelter to meet, get out."
Team members rush quickly | Front gun, look at me, I look at you, and despair appears in my eyes.
Sports car hit the light and stepped back, rolling the rotting corpse all over the ground and sliding out a sharp inverted U.
"Wait... Wait, Captain!"
Yan Hao stared out of the window, suddenly saw something, unbelievable: "someone... Someone is coming!"
-- At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were beating the door mechanically. On the road behind them, a silver Camry stopped abruptly, immediately backed back and rolled down the window.
...
Are there survivors in the parking building?
The young man looked at the eight-story building, and every window he saw was broken and covered with blood. He could not see the internal situation clearly. Only the second floor is faintly visible to a window on the road. Maybe it is the people who fled into the building in a hurry at the time of the incident.
The electronic control gate of the parking lot itself has been blocked, but under the endless beating of the Zombies, the hollow iron gate has recited a horrible Radian inward, and it is only a matter of time before the breakthrough.
The young man twisted his eyebrows slightly and hesitated.
He looked at the pharmacy which was not far away from the portal. There were only a few zombie boys there, wearing junior high school uniforms and limping aimlessly, who should have run out after the outbreak of infection in nearby schools.
Although he temporarily lost memory due to excessive stimulation, head impact or other reasons, there is basic common sense. He needed pheromone pressure preparations to disguise himself as Beta. It was completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy while the survivors attracted a large number of zombies.
But the fragile electronic control iron door should not last for a few minutes.
And what if after he runs into the pharmacy, the zombie tide rushes in?
The young man took a deep breath and his eyes fell on a motorcycle that crashed into a tree 20 meters away. After three seconds, he suddenly pushed the door open.
The roar of the locomotive suddenly resounded through the street, as if announcing the horn of the meal.
On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was extremely light and full of surprise: "This person..."
"He... He is helping us to divert the zombie tide...?"
Zhou Rong strode approached and took the telescope to look at the street. At the focus of the lens, the young man was across a locomotive, his face and neck were covered tightly by a helmet, the leather jacket was locked to his chin, and the tail pipe of the motorcycle sprayed out the exhaust with a low noise.
More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopped beating the door, turned back one after another, and rushed to the locomotive in groups.
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...
When the walkers on the road almost rushed to the front of the locomotive, in front of the parking lot, the number of walkers finally decreased to less than 30. The locomotive hands raised their left arms and made a gesture towards the height.
Prepare--
Yan Hao went to drive!" Zhou Rong threw away the telescope suddenly and started the gun. He aimed at it and shouted, "get on the bus, all get on the bus and prepare to break through!"
Banging several shots, bullets smashed the glass window, and in the distant corpse tide, several heads closest to the locomotive burst into sound.
It seemed to be the signal of the beginning of the action. The locomotive started in the same second and rushed out with Roar!
Go, Go, Go, Go!" Quick!"
The team members quickly jumped onto the armored vehicle. Yan Hao hit the steering wheel with one hand and threw his clip out of the window with one hand. Zhou Rong didn't return his head like a long eye behind his back. He grabbed the clip and put it on. The gun tube was on the windowsill, and the ammunition poured out!
In the bullets, the locomotive rushed out of the corpse tide with high speed, crushed countless living dead into rotten meat, and then headed for the Crossroads.
The zombies stumbled behind and looked from a height. Even the zombies in several nearby streets were heard of the wind. The more they gathered, the more they gradually formed a spectacular long dragon.
Broken hands, broken feet, seven orifices, bleeding, dead... The dense corpse tide that could not see the head at a glance was horrifying. However, at the moment of life and death, no one could care about fear. The biker suddenly turned around at the crossroads and rushed into the Southeast Street!
With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally rose slowly, and the biochemical car pressed several zombies that had no time to dodge under the tire.
"Captain --" Yan Hao shouted.
On the second floor, Zhou Rong held up the window sill with one hand and flew down, "Boom!" A heavy sound fell on the roof of the car.
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Five hundred meters away, the other end of the intersection.
The locomotive swung the tail and changed the track, then the body stopped suddenly.
There was another wave of corpses ahead, rushing to squeeze over!
The long-range sniper cover from Zhou Rong stopped, and the zombie was blocked from the front and back, and the scene suddenly became spectacular. The sight of the young man glanced from behind the helmet to the rearview mirror, and there was a fork in the corner of the street behind him, leading to the East Street.
The fingers lying on the handlebar clenched tightly, the Green tendons burst, and then calmed down. He took a deep breath and turned around the car--
Ho--"
The locomotive ran across the road like a meteor, almost against the teeth of the corpse on the side of the body rushing to the fork road. The car body flew over and smashed the floor glass wall of the bookstore on the corner. It went out from the other end and wrapped the Sky glass to the ground!
Two male zombies in front were knocked over in the chest, and half-rotten internal organs burst all over the ground. The third zombie stretched out his hand to climb the handlebar and just opened his mouth to come up. Suddenly a bullet roared to him and burst his brain into the sky.
The young man looked up.
-- Two hundred meters away, a silver-gray armored vehicle was rampaging. Zhou Rong was standing on the roof of the car, standing on the top of the gun, squinting one eye and slightly hooking up his thin lips, like greeting him across a distant distance.
Then the next bullet wiped his helmet and lifted the cover of a zombie aunt on the side of the locomotive.
"Ten meters after the bookstore in the corner of East Street, at two o'clock, prepare for rescue."
Zhou Rong's voice was heard in the headset. Yan Hao nodded, looking at the satellite Road Map: "not good."
"What?"
Yan Hao stepped on the accelerator: "East Street is a dead end."
The armored vehicle made a roar of acceleration, but it was too late at this time. Zhou Rong Meifeng jumped, only to see the locomotive started, broke through the zombies and surrounded them. He had no choice but to rush into the East Street!
Bypass connection! Search for the best route!" Zhou Rong drank strongly in the shell casing of burst: "Prepare to turn around!"
In the driving room, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Yan Hao beat the steering wheel to death.
At the same time, on the East Street, the locomotive's upper body was bent to the limit, and the wind broke through the blood of the corpse Mountain. Immediately, a whole row of black pressure oil pressure barricades appeared ahead!
At this time, the speed of the motorcycle has reached a horrible 200 km/h, while the roadblock is comparable to 300 meters away and can be reached in less than six seconds.
What is the concept of six seconds?
-- Unable to turn around, unable to turn around, both sides of the road were full of zombies, once they collided with the barricades, the car would be destroyed.
The pupil score of the locomotive hand is pressed tightly until it is like a needle. At the same time, the pointer in the dashboard shook violently and hit the bottom line. If there is a furious monster in the tail tube, it growls.
"He wants to punch the card..." Yan Hao said softly.
As if the rod of Moses splitting the sea, the locomotive stood out from the layers of zombies, and suddenly rushed to the barricade steel plate--
Time stagnated and even the wind was still.
In mid-air, the locomotive turned over at 380 degrees, drawing a fire arc.
Zhou Rong threw a hook cable: "then--"
In the fierce wind, the young man stretched his arm, and the rope wrapped his wrist accurately with an iron hook. Immediately, he stepped off the locomotive and flew to Zhou Rong in the air.
The heavy locomotive whirled wildly, plunged into the corpse tide, and then made an earth-shattering explosion!
Bang! With a loud noise, the young man fell on the top of the armored car, rolled to the edge under inertia, and was hugged by Zhou Rong. He stepped on the top of the car, and the two fell into the carriage at the same time in the loud noise.
Brother Rong!" Captain!"
The team members rushed forward one after another and lifted them up with all their hands. Even Yan Hao in the driver's seat set up automatic driving, indicating his teammates to take over and hurried into the trunk from the driver's seat: "is the captain okay?"
"Hissing..." Zhou rongyan grinned: "Brother, this old waist..."
Behind him, the young man dodged his arm like lightning and retreated to the corner to stand up.
Through the motorcycle helmet, he looked at these people in front of him without a word.
This is a special force, he thought.
However, unexpectedly, all these tough and burly players were all Beta. In the car with limited space, there was no smell of Alpha pheromone that was extremely aggressive.
"Well," Yan Hao kindly handed over a bottle of water: "Thank you."
The carriage gradually quieted down, and all eyes were watching. The young man neither opened his mouth nor raised his hand.
... Yan Hao motioned again: "It's for you."
Yan Hao is the kind of appearance that if he doesn't join the army, he can definitely apply for the film academy. The same height as Zhou Rong, shoulder width, long legs, beautiful eyebrows, a ruby ear stud with a single buckle on the left ear, is slightly shining, and has the temperament of a melancholy hero in campus love drama.
After so many years of severe and abnormal training, he did not leave any traces on his white skin. It can be said that it is hard to give up his natural beauty.
However, the motorist in front of him was ungrateful and even could be described as indifferent or alert.
"This brother..." The other team member just opened his mouth and saw that the biker finally moved.
He ignored the bottle of water, stretched out his hand to remove Yan Hao's automatic □ □ and carried it on his right shoulder.
Hey, you--"
Zhou Rong turned around drinking water, stopped the team members and smiled at the young man: "What do you call a brother?"
Young people don't talk.
"Eat something?"
No response.
The atmosphere in the carriage gradually changed. In the narrow space, something tense was gradually bred in silence.
Zhou Rong touched his chin and looked at the young man up and down. His whole body was wrapped in a tight motorcycle jacket and dark jeans. His face was completely invisible under the cover of the helmet. His whole body was full of the smell of rolling in the corpse pile, which made him very embarrassed.
But his body was thin and neat, and his alert posture was like a knife.
A saber with a cold light and a half of Thai.
"Friend," Zhou Rong said with a smile, "where are you going? Give you a ride?"
After more than ten seconds, in addition to long and short breathing, only the corpse outside the steel plate cried indistinctly.
... Back to the parking lot." In the atmosphere of almost suffocating, the young man finally opened his mouth with the hoarse caused by drying up:
"Go to the pharmacy."
Zhou Rong bowed his head very kindly and turned to the driver's seat of the front car and patted the driver's shoulder: "Go back to the parking lot of southeast Street."
Then he bent down and whispered at the volume that only two people could hear: "find a place to stop. I want to see what he is doing in the pharmacy."