When the apocalypse comes, densely populated cities suddenly turn into hell, with crashed vehicles everywhere on both sides of the street, billowing smoke and flames, the living dead wandering back and forth, and corpses scattered all over the road.

The door of the store was open, broken glass covered the floor, the shelves seemed to have been swept by a tornado, and the walls were covered with splatters of blood and black and red handprints.

There was someone lying on the ground in front of him. His hands and feet were still twitching reflexively, but his body had already suffered intestinal bleeding. Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh of his arms and thighs, picking up his internal organs and swallowing them, blood flowing all over the floor.

The silver Camry passed by at lightning speed. The zombies smelled the scent of a living person and just staggered up to chase after it, but the car had already sped away.

The young man looked in the rearview mirror. On top of the prison building in the distance, an armed helicopter was roaring into the sky, crossing the devastated city and heading towards the black smoke-filled horizon in the distance.

He retracted his gaze and adjusted the rearview mirror slightly. Then he saw something in the mirror and paused slightly.

They were a pair of cloudy and gray eyes.

Stay quietly behind yourself.

The young man stepped on the brakes and turned around amid the harsh grinding sound. He saw a little girl being restrained by a seat belt in the blind spot of the back seat. She was curled up quietly. She was probably only two or three years old. She was not much older than a cat. Her head was

She also had a little braid on her head and was holding a doll.

Her face was completely black, her mouth opened and closed, and purple blood flowed from the corners of her mouth to her neck. She stared straight at the young man, and there was a woman's bag covered in blood beside her.

The young man gently closed his eyes.

He could imagine what it was like at that time. The husband refused to give up his infected wife and daughter, drove away from the city, looked for rescue along the way, and was eventually bitten alive on the driver's seat. Then the zombified wife opened the back door and escaped.

He opened his eyes and aimed the gun at the zombie girl's eyebrows, but his index finger could not press the trigger.

The zombies on the street crowded around the car, numbly tapping the car window, making a muffled bang. After a while, the young man lowered his gun, reached out and grabbed the little girl's neck, and twisted it with a snap, and the body hung limply on the back seat.

superior.

He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car. After looking at her for a moment without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy stood out in the smoke.

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At the same time, on the second floor of the parking lot.

There were more than a dozen cars riddled with bullet holes parked scatteredly in the huge space, dead bodies with severed arms littered the ground, and sirens blaring one after another. After a fierce battle, the stench of bullets and carrion mixed together, strongly stimulating everyone's nerves.

"We are surrounded by zombies," Yan Hao took off his binoculars and said hoarsely: "The alley at the back door is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by a wave of zombies. It is estimated that there are hundreds of them. The adjacent buildings are hospitals, schools and supermarkets and pharmacies.

The red level one danger zone cannot be crossed with hooks and the ammunition is about to run out."

Next to a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly sorting out their equipment. Upon hearing this, they all turned to look at a certain silhouette.

Rigorous long-term training prevents them from immediately losing control of their emotions, but the vague despair flowing in the silence is unmistakable. In the dull and oppressive air, the wailing and banging on the door from downstairs become increasingly clear.

"Captain..." Yan Hao muttered.

Zhou Rong leaned against the blood-stained wall, raised his head in the center of everyone's attention, but without speaking, he threw out a cold light - at the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie hiding behind a concrete pillar was stabbed in the skull.

, it went so deep that it didn’t handle anything, and fell down with a plop.

"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break out."

Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and was wearing black protective clothing. His expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight, only his voice was low and cold. One of the team members seemed to realize something and stood up suddenly: "Brother Rong! You

Where to go?!”

Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with half of its body covered with bullet holes. In front of everyone, he smashed the front window with a punch, took out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door and got in.

"I'll lead the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking through, you can drive southeast. The target shelter is underground in the center of the city thirty kilometers away."

He turned on the ignition and raised the handbrake, and the riddled sports car roared: "As soon as I escape, I will rush to meet you. If I haven't come back before you arrive, Yan Hao will take over the captain's duties and transmit the positioning signal to the base."

"Captain!" Yan Hao roared out instantly, and several team members stood up at the same time unbearably: "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"

Zhou Rong poked his head out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes: "Huh?"

When Zhou Rong is not smiling, his facial features have a cold, unruly and forbidding venom. Even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly tightened pupils silently reveal the fact that "this person is very tough".

It is enough to make the viewer completely ignore the handsomeness of his appearance.

The obscene power accumulated over the years made the team members choke at the same time as a conditioned reflex. Then Yan Hao took a few steps forward uncontrollably. Just when he was about to say something, Zhou Rong reached out to him. The irresistible command was very serious and made him insist.

Life and death stopped.

Then Zhou Rong started to laugh - the anger disappeared as soon as he smiled, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, giving him a kind of unorthodox yuppie charm.

"You bitches, you guys." He clicked on the faces of his team members one by one and said with a smile: "Wait until Brother Rong goes to the shelter to meet up, then get out."

The team members rushed to charge their machine guns. You looked at me and I looked at you, with despair in your eyes.

The sports car turned on the lights and backed away, crushing the rotting corpses on the ground and sliding out of a neat inverted U.

"Wait...wait, captain!"

Yan Hao stared out the window, suddenly saw something, and said in disbelief: "Someone... someone is coming!"

——At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were beating on the door mechanically. Behind them, a silver Camry stopped abruptly on the road, then reversed back and rolled down the window.

"..."

Are there survivors in the parking building?

The young man looked at the eight-story building. Every window he saw was shattered and covered with blood. It was impossible to see what was going on inside. Only a window on the second floor facing the road could vaguely see someone lying on it. Maybe it was someone lying on it.

People panicked and fled into the building when the incident occurred.

The electronically controlled gate of the parking lot itself has been blocked, but under the endless beatings of the zombies, the hollow iron gate has dented a terrifying arc inward. It is only a matter of time before a breakthrough is achieved.

The young man's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

He looked towards the wide-open pharmacy not far away. There were only a few zombie boys there, wearing junior high school uniforms, limping around aimlessly. They should have escaped from the nearby school after the infection broke out.

Although he temporarily lost his memory due to overstimulation, head impact or other reasons, he has basic common sense. He needs pheromone suppressants to disguise himself as Beta. Now that the survivors have attracted a large number of zombies, he rushes into the pharmacy in one go.

It's totally doable to go.

But the fragile electrically controlled iron door probably won't last more than a few minutes.

And what if after he ran into the pharmacy, a wave of zombies followed him?

The young man took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a motorcycle that hit a tree and killed someone twenty meters away. After silently counting for three seconds, he suddenly opened the door.

The roar of the locomotive suddenly resounded through the streets, as if announcing the start of dinner.

On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was very soft and full of surprise: "This person..."

"He...he is helping us lure away the zombie wave...?"

Zhou Rong strode closer, took the binoculars and looked towards the street. At the focus of the lens, the young man was straddling a motorcycle, his face and neck were tightly covered by a helmet, his leather jacket was zipped up to his chin, and the motorcycle tailpipe accompanied him.

There is a low engine sound and exhaust gas is sprayed out.

More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopped banging on the door, turned around, and rushed towards the locomotive in groups.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...

When the zombies on the road almost crowded in front of the motorcycle, in front of the parking lot, the number of zombies finally dropped to less than thirty. The motorcycle driver raised his left arm and gestured to higher places.

preparation--

"Yan Hao, go drive!" Zhou Rong suddenly threw away his binoculars, set up his gun and aimed it, and shouted: "Get in the car, everyone get in the car and prepare to break out!"

Several gunshots rang out, bullets shattered the glass windows, and among the waves of corpses in the distance, the heads closest to the motorcycle exploded.

That seemed to be the signal to start the action. At the same second, the locomotive started and roared out!

"Go, go, go, go!" "Quick!"

The team members quickly jumped onto the armored vehicle. Yan Hao turned the steering wheel with one hand and unloaded his magazine with the other hand and threw it out of the car window. Zhou Rong didn't even look back as if he had eyes behind his back. He grabbed the magazine, clicked it and installed it.

Set up on the windowsill, ammunition poured out!

Amidst the hail of bullets, the motorcycle rushed out of the corpse tide at high speed, crushing countless living dead into carrion, and then rushed towards the crossroads.

The zombies were staggering behind them. Looking from a high place, even the zombies in the nearby streets were moved by the wind. More and more zombies gathered together, gradually forming a spectacular long dragon.

Those with severed arms and legs, those with bleeding from all their orifices, and those with eyes open to death... The dense and endless tide of corpses was horrifying. However, at the moment of life and death, no one cared about fear. The motorcyclist suddenly turned around at the intersection and rushed in with a roar.

Southeast Street!

With a loud bang, the parking lot gate finally slowly rose, and the biochemical vehicle crushed several zombies who had no time to dodge under its tires.

"Captain——" Yan Hao yelled.

On the second floor, Zhou Rong held the window sill with one hand, flew down, and landed heavily on the roof of the car with a "Boom!"

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Five hundred meters away, at the other end of the intersection.

The locomotive swerved to change lanes and then came to a sudden stop.

Another wave of corpses suddenly appeared in front of them, and they rushed over!

The long-range sniper cover from Zhou Rong stopped, and the zombies were intercepted from the front and back. The scene suddenly became spectacular. The young man glanced from behind the helmet to the rearview mirror, and saw a fork in the corner of the street behind him, leading to the east street.

The fingers that were leaning on the handlebars clenched tightly, and the veins popped out, then calmed down. He took a deep breath and turned the front of the car——

"roar--"
To be continued...