"Qin Lun Great Demon King, woo woo woo, sister Hu Fei is dead..." Xiao Lian hugged Qin Lun's neck nervously, sobbing aggrievedly.
"I'm sorry! Whenever I'm in danger, Joey will appear..." Qin Lun's eyes darkened, he patted the little beauty's back, and said in a low voice.
"Let's go, we're behind!" Seeing that Qin Lun had returned to normal, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure around Joey was too great, and the string in his heart was about to break.
In the next few floors of the corridor, this mixed team encountered several waves of zombies, but compared to a team of more than ten people, a small number of zombies did not cause the danger of blocking the passage. It's just that two more federal soldiers who were used as a shield died, and the prisoners were all wounded.
After catching up with the team, they got to know a lot about this mixed team during their intermittent conversations with the ladyboy Lily. It turned out that the death row inmates who escaped from the cell area were scattered and got some knives and weapons in the cafeteria and other places. They were forced by scattered zombies to the control hall of the base one after another, and met the surviving base researchers and federal soldiers.
Originally, there were more than 50 people in this team, more than 20 federal soldiers, and more than a dozen scientific research personnel at the base, four times the number of death row prisoners. Except for a very small number of people hiding in the corner of the base, they have already included the vast majority of survivors.
In the beginning, the federal soldiers were the largest group, but while they had to take care of the weak scientific research personnel of the base, they were afraid of being infected by the zombie virus. They fought timidly and were gradually eaten away by the corpses. Finally became a shield for the prisoners.
The prisoners on death row are themselves trying to survive from the dead. They are not afraid of death in the battle with zombies. They have no scruples in hand-to-hand combat and will do anything to survive. From the bloody battle in the base control hall all the way to the safe passage, although everyone was injured, only a few people died, and in turn controlled the Federation side whose number was gradually decreasing.
As time passed, this small team of survivors, with only twelve or thirteen remaining, finally entered the exit corridor of the base from the safety stairs. This corridor is about seven meters wide and more than thirty meters long. The ground is an automatic transmission guide rail, but now the transmission guide rail can no longer move.
The iron gate at the exit of the corridor was more than ten centimeters thick and extremely heavy. Although there are pulleys underneath, it is not easy to push it away.
After the team came out of the safety stairs, zombies had already noticed in the ground-floor hall of the base at the other end of the corridor, and they began to stagger and approach slowly. The hall on the ground floor was very large, and there were almost hundreds of zombies. It was not something that the prisoners who were wounded could retreat.
Only by pushing open the iron gate of the base can they have a glimmer of life.
After entering the exit passage, Qin Lun couldn't hold on any longer, and sat down at the corner of the passage. He lost a lot of blood, his face was snow-white, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.
"Big Demon King, how are you?" Xiao Lian asked worriedly, squatting in front of Qin Lun.
"Don't stay too far away from me!" Qin Lun glanced at the team of death row prisoners scattered in the distance, and said softly.
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, and ignored Xiao Lian.
At this moment, the prisoners standing behind the last three federal soldiers exchanged glances, each showing a ferocious smile. He quietly raised the sharp knife in his hand, and stabbed the three federal soldiers in the waist and eyes.
"Ah!" Three short screams sounded at the same time, and these federal soldiers collapsed to the ground with hatred on their faces. the front of the group.
During the battle against zombies during this period, the prisoners have discovered that these zombies are neither infected with viruses nor have a little wisdom, leaving only the instinct to eat. As long as there is "food" in the nearest place to them, they will even turn a blind eye to other people in the distance.
The best way to stop them is not to fight, but to place a corpse in front of them, so that everyone else is safe until the food is eaten.
"Three corpses don't seem to be enough for hundreds of zombies!" A bald man with a fierce expression in the death row showed a sinister smile, "It's best to have a few trash, and make a little contribution to everyone."
This bald man named Chekov is a Russian mafia leader and a serial murderer, nicknamed "Chameleon".
Chekhov was about two meters tall, with a thick back and a heavy waist, and weighed at least 240 pounds. Standing there was like a city wall. Although the muscles are not as developed as that of the disciple Hansen, but he is also well-defined, and he is not a big fat man. Compared with Lily, the thinnest ladyboy among the prisoners, she is like the difference between a child and an adult.
Seeing that no one else responded, Chekov narrowed his eyes slightly, and tore up the tattered prison uniform on his body, revealing the bruised and purple tattoos all over his upper body, which is also the source of his nickname "Chameleon".
The Russian prisoner with a full face looked fiercely at the others, and his eyes first fell on Lily, the smallest ladyboy. Seeing Chekov's ferocious eyes, Lily shuddered all over, and looked to the disciple Hansen next to her for help.
The disciple grinned, and took a step forward calmly, blocking Lily behind him, and glanced coldly at "Chameleon" Chekhov. The sights of the two demons intersected in the air, creating a fierce spark.
"Hmph!" Chekov twitched slightly, snorted coldly, and looked away.
Although there are many killers in this death row team, there is still a difference between a killer and a killer. This difference is mainly reflected in the danger level of the federation's assessment of the killers, which is also the standard of measurement among the killers.
In terms of the number of murders, disciple Hansen considers himself second among the death row, and no one dares to admit that he is the first. After all, he was a mercenary, and when he was a boy scout, his hands were already bloody, which is why the Federal Area 91 imprisoned him at the highest level of the cell area.
As for another murderer of the same level on the third floor of the cell area, it was Qin Lun, the "Dissecter" Joey Foster. Qin Lun's situation is different from Hansen's. Although his number of murders is not very high among all murderers, the degree of danger assessed by the Federation is not inferior to that of the disciples.
The reason is that many of the targets of other serial killers are ordinary people. Since Qin Lun entered the Handan Severe Penalty Prison, most of the people he killed were death row prisoners, and even some other famous serial killers.
"Dissecter" Joey Foster's vicious name is a taboo among death row inmates. It can be said that he is a murderer among murderers. That's why the shemale Lily almost peed in her pants when she recognized Qin Lun's identity, and even the apprentice Hansen was unwilling to walk with Qin Lun.
Realizing that he couldn't attack Lily, Chekov glanced fiercely around again, and finally focused on Qin Lun and the others.
The Russian prisoner stared at Qin Lun, showing a little fear, but when he saw the timid figure beside the murderer, he finally opened his mouth wide, smiled cruelly, and strode away.
Qin Lun closed his eyes and rested his mind. He didn't dare to provoke him. Lin Feng also changed into a prison uniform, and he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries. However, that little beauty in a nurse uniform seems to be the best target so far.
Although the little nurse shrank beside Qin Lun, Chekov was confident that the "dissecter" who was seriously injured and dying would not care about the life and death of a little nurse at the base with him.
The big Russian man opened a big hand with a cattail fan, grabbed Xiaolian's neck, and carried her in the air like a little chicken.
"Ah!" Xiao Lian kicked her feet in fear, and just hit Chekov with a pair of powder fists, like a dragonfly shaking a tree, which had no effect on the big Russian man at all.
"Haha!" Chekov licked his lips excitedly, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes, and slightly increased his hands.
Xiao Lian's pretty face was purple and swollen, her mouth was wide open like a dead fish, her eyes were slowly turning white, she was about to be crushed to death by Chekhov.
But at this moment, Chekov suddenly saw the faces of the prisoners in the distance opposite slightly change, showing strange smiles, and looking at him jokingly, as if they were watching a good show.
The big Russian man felt a chill in his heart, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head to look back. Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately noticed that at some point, an evil ghost-like figure was standing quietly behind him. The two spots of bright blood in the pupils of the figure, like the will-o'-the-wisps that suddenly flickered in hell, stared at him quietly.
"You..." Chekov was shocked, his face twisted into a ball.
Seeing that Chekhov found him, Qin Lun suddenly showed a ferocious smile, and swung his right hand behind his back swiftly.
"Pfft!" There seemed to be a black lightning flashed in the corridor. A black dagger shaped like a sharp scissors blade entered from the left temple of the big Russian man and exited from the right temple, piercing his bald head from left to right.
Chekov's distorted expression froze on his face, and the pair of bull's eyes staring at Qin Lun slowly lost their brilliance. Dust.
"Ahem!" Xiao Lian, who broke free from Chekhov's hands, lay on the ground and coughed dryly.
With a pale face, Lin Feng peeked at Chekov's body, and knowingly helped the little nurse back to the corner. Regarding Qin Lun's murderous act just now, he had an indescribably strange feeling in his heart.
The red light in Qin Lun's eyes quietly receded, he wiped the dagger on Chekov's body expressionlessly, sat down in the corner again, and closed his eyes, but a turbulent sea arose in his heart.
The moment he killed Chekov just now, a cool breath flowed into his palm along the black dagger, and the egg-shaped pattern on the palm of his right hand jumped slightly.
When Qin Lun had an accident at the base, he once "saw" the simple tablet computer storing the data of the executed prisoners, which was his "death list", which was fused with an orange polyrhombic crystal. At that time, he was just a little curious, and in the process of contacting him, the "death list" melted into his palm.
Now, under the stimulation of this cool breath, the "Death List" seemed to wake up and pulsate regularly, as if there was another small heart in the palm of Qin Lun's palm.