Following the windshield of the jeep, Lin Feng saw an abandoned gas station in the distance. At this time, four people, holding long knives, were fighting a zombie.
"Level 2 zombies!"
As the car drove in, Dong Wu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, shouted instinctively when he saw the fighting on the opposite side.
Lin Feng carefully observed the second-level zombies mentioned by Dong Wu, and felt that they were obviously much larger than ordinary zombies, nearly two meters tall, and their bodies were also much burlier than ordinary zombies.
Although he is big, the movements of the second-level zombie are not slow at all. The second-level zombies kept waving their arms to attack the people in front of them. Because of their high speed, those people could only dodge and block with their knives.
This second-level zombie seemed to have no pain, and there was no reaction at all when a knife was struck on its body. But unlike ordinary zombies that only have a sense of hunger, this second-level zombie seems to have some intelligence. When a knife was slashing at his neck or head, he would actively block it with his arm.
The level 2 zombies are so powerful that the people on the opposite side don't dare to attack them head-on. They basically dodge when the zombies attack. Several people took turns to cooperate with the attack, but the body of the second-level zombie was extremely hard, so there was no serious problem for a while. On the contrary, the people on the opposite side were panting from exhaustion. Lin Feng saw two people lying on the battlefield, obviously with no signs of life.
"These people are much better than me."
Looking at the people opposite him, Dong Wu said.
Dong Wu was right, and Lin Feng also saw that those few people were much higher than Dong Wu in terms of movement speed and attack power. According to this apocalyptic algorithm, the combat power should be between 150 and 200.
The sound of the fighting over there was quite loud, and it had already caused ordinary zombies in twos and threes surrounding the gas station to gather around.
"Brother, you go deal with those ordinary zombies, while we three brothers deal with this guy."
While avoiding the attack of the second-level zombies, one of the people opened his mouth and shouted loudly to the other person.
It seems that these people are not in the same group. When the car was dozens of meters away from the gas station, Lin Feng heard those words and thought to himself.
The four people were divided into two groups. The three of them should be working together to deal with the second-level zombies. The other person was obviously in the same group as the two lying on the ground, because they were all wearing similar clothes. He dealt with those ordinary zombies by himself. Ordinary zombies were not a big threat and the middle-aged man could handle them by himself.
"Let's go over and take a look."
Lin Feng was a little curious when he saw the second-level zombies. This was the first time he encountered a high-level zombie in this apocalyptic world. Lin Feng was a cultivator and was not afraid of zombie viruses. Lin Feng felt that defeating this second-level zombie would not be a problem.
"Do you want to use a gun?"
Lin Feng is not afraid, but it does not mean that Dong Wu is not afraid either. Just after dinner yesterday, Lin Feng and Dong Wu went to the weapons store run by the base, and each bought an assault rifle, a pistol and the corresponding bullets for three hundred white crystals. Although bullets are not very lethal to zombies, they are also very expensive. But there are still some threats to people, and sometimes they are more useful than strength.
Lin Feng shook his head and signaled Dong Wu not to take out the gun. Lin Feng estimated that Dong Wu had never even fired a gun, so it would be a big joke if it went off and injured one of his own.
"Brother, come here and help. Let's take down this guy together."
As early as when Lin Feng's car came over, several people present noticed it. Not knowing whether he was an enemy or a friend, he remained silent. Now seeing Lin Feng coming over, he hurriedly greeted him.
Lin Feng took out the long knife from the apocalypse table and ran quickly. When he arrived in front of the second-level zombie, he raised the long knife, transferred the power to his arm, fell with the knife, and slashed towards the zombie's head.
Several people felt dazzled. Lin Feng's movements were too fast. Before they could see clearly how Lin Feng made his moves, the knife was already close to the zombies.
This sword technique was learned by Lin Feng while practicing martial arts in the original world, and it pays attention to being steady, accurate and ruthless. In his previous life, Lin Feng had very good martial arts attainments and had won many awards in the city.
Lin Feng was fast, and the second-level zombie was not slow either. Just when the knife was about to hit the zombie's head, the second-level zombie actually blocked Lin Feng's knife with his arm.
Feeling a shock force coming from the sword, Lin Feng secretly thought that the force was really quite big.
The knife did not hit the zombie's head, but it cut deeply into the arm of the second-level zombie.
Several people present were stunned. How much strength does this require? Several people had been fighting for a long time, and the most they could do was make a small gash on the body of the second-level zombie.
The zombies were quite powerful, but Lin Feng felt that they could still be controlled.
"Is this all about the power? It seems that the second-level zombies are not strong. In this case, what do the third-level zombies look like?"
Feeling the power and speed of the second-level zombies, Lin Feng thought to himself.
In fact, what Lin Feng didn't know was that this was only for him. Lin Feng is a practitioner, and he is also a practitioner of martial arts. Regardless of the strength, speed and awareness of attacks, they are much stronger than ordinary people.
Pulling the knife back hard, the knife was pulled out of the zombie's arm. The huge force brought the second-level zombie to a stagger. At this moment, Lin Feng slashed at the neck of the second-level zombie again with his knife. The zombie who lost his center of gravity had no time to dodge and was hit by the knife.
"Gudong!" With a sound, the head of the second-level zombie fell to the ground and rolled far away.
Then the huge body of the second-level zombie fell to the ground, making a huge sound.
Three moves!
Several people present, including Dong Wu, couldn't help but open their mouths when they saw that Lin Feng had killed the powerful second-level zombie with only three moves.
Practitioner!
Except for Dong Wu, this word came to several people's minds.
Even if ordinary people have good combat power, if they want to deal with level 2 zombies, they will need at least six or seven people with a combat power of over 150, which will take half a day. Maybe a few more people would die, the two people lying on the ground were examples. The cultivator only used three moves to kill the powerful second-level zombies. It can be seen how huge the gap is between cultivators and ordinary people.
Under the admiring gazes of several people, Lin Feng walked up to the head of the second-level zombie and opened the zombie's head with a knife.
The other few people did not dare to move at this time, even if they knew that there was a topaz worth 100 white crystals in the head of the second-level zombie in front of them. Money is important, but life is more important. In front of a cultivator, ordinary people are like ants. Now these people can't even think about Huang Jing in the mind of the second-level zombie, even if they discovered this second-level zombie first.
"Huh?"
Just when he opened the head of the second-level zombie, Lin Feng frowned when he saw what was in his mind.
There was no citrine in the brain of this second-level zombie. Instead, it was the small black ball that Lin Feng found under Dong Wu's bed that could be absorbed by the supermarket.
(End of chapter)