"Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze"
With a big knife in his hand, Huang Quan bent over to breathe heavily. At his feet, a corpse without the upper part was lying quietly, surrounded by dozens of extremely miserable corpses. The smell of blood was all around Huang Quan. He breathed tiny blood bubbles everywhere in every breath of air in his lungs.
"Captain Huang Quan, are you ok?" In the distance came Shangguan Qiaoyun's question. Beside her stood a dozen stunned team members. They were all frightened. They were used to piles of zombies. The human corpses surrounded in the yellow spring frightened them. Zombies were dead. It was dark and red here.
In addition to those who were killed by the gun, those who were killed by the handle of the gun, and those who were chopped to death by the knife, there are few whole bodies. It is these extremely tragic bodies that make the team members deeply realize that the biggest difference between human beings and zombies is the dazzling red.
"Pounce" ·· Huang Quan threw away his sword, straightened up slowly and shook his head. He didn't want to speak. The fight just now consumed a lot of physical strength, and he couldn't feel it when it broke out. Once he stopped, he was so tired that he could hardly move.
A team member carefully went to Huang Quan and handed him a kettle. Huang Quan took the kettle and drank half of it at one go. He poured the remaining half on his head and then threw away the kettle. He took the pistol from the team member and looked around. The children hiding in the distance fell into his eyes.
When the heavy machine gun Sergeant drove into the sewage crossflow shack area, the dirty sewage was splashed onto the surrounding poor people by the wheels. Those unfortunate guys looked at the stinky sewage on their bodies, and there was no way to express their dissatisfaction except to smile bitterly and admit their bad luck, They can't afford the armed men in the military vehicle.
Huang Quan is sitting in the passenger seat with a gloomy face. Beside him is a little bit. The child keeps pointing to the direction and sniffs. There's no way. Huang Quan, who is full of blood, is beside him.
With the guidance of the child, the car stopped in front of a wooden house. Seeing the child nodding, Huang Quan opened the door and went under the car. He drew out his pistol and took two team members to the door.
"Don't come in... Don't come in... I have a gun
A hysterical howl came out of the wooden house. The owner of the sound was ma Sanchun, who had never seen the world before. He was scared. He had never seen a guy who broke his hand to kill as simple as a chicken. Dozens of people, dozens of people, So he was killed by huangquan.
The flying blood spring made him not dare to look down. He didn't expect to kill Huang Quan with a pistol around his waist. He didn't dare, he was afraid, he was afraid that Huang Quan would stare at him like a hell devil. He ran away and left all the men and women who worked hard for him. He was bad enough and cunning enough, but he didn't have enough courage.
He was like a frightened rabbit. He could not think of what he could do except hide in the cave. He regretted and regretted his feelings, which suck his heart like a poisonous tooth. He blamed himself for being too greedy, and blamed his own staff for not giving any strength. He even blamed Huang Quan for being so fierce that he was surprised at everything. Now he killed the gods and found the door. The only thing he could rely on was his type 77 pistol.
"Touch... The door was kicked open, Ma Sanchun screamed like a woman, closed his eyes and shot out the seven bullets in the pistol. When his trembling fingers could no longer ring the pistol, he opened his eyes.
There was no one at the door. It was empty and there was nothing. On the open wooden door, there were several bullet holes scattered. The exploded log fiber fell on the black ground and seemed to laugh at his bravery. Ma Sanchun shivered and changed the bullet for the pistol, but the small bullet clip could not be inserted into the handle.
The cold sweat on Ma Sanchun's forehead fell like raindrops, and his heart became more and more nervous. With the help of his hands, the pistol and the bullet clip fell to the ground together. He bent over to pick it up, and there was still a warm muzzle on his forehead.
Ma Sanchun didn't dare to move. He kept bending down and moved his eyes up. The fire flashed. He didn't know anything.
"Bah... Scum... Huang Quan spat on the dead Ma Sanchun, turned and walked out of the door. One of the team members held a rifle to guard the poor people around, while the other team member grabbed the dirty little boy, who was still holding the woven bag.
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