I was shocked, I immediately started the engine, banged the accelerator, and forced myself out of the pile of thousands of living dead, drove through the intersection and rushed to the opposite road.
The group of corpses followed chaotically. They were in the outskirts, and naturally they couldn't catch up with the warriors. However, in the city, the roads were often blocked by cars, and the speed could not be increased, and they could not get rid of the zombies.
I slammed the accelerator, rushed up to the road, turned left, and drove onto another road. Suddenly, I screamed, and there was nothing I could do. There was another group of zombies in front of me.
At this time, it was too late to reverse and escape. I bit my head and plunged into the group of corpses. With my right foot on the accelerator, the warrior roared loudly, against countless corpses, the wheels kept slipping, and the hard front Row.
The two groups of corpses were joined together, and the momentum was even greater. The warrior car was violently bumped and may tip over at any time. If such a result really happened, lightning and I would have no place to die.
Fortunately, the overturning situation did not happen. The warrior did not disappoint and still moved forward firmly.
But the road is so long. Looking around, there are densely packed living dead with teeth and claws, and it seems that they will never be able to rush out.
Against the countless living dead, the torque of the warrior car has reached its limit, and the speed of the car is getting slower and slower. Suddenly, I was even more shocked. A wall appeared in front of me. This road turned out to be a broken road! ! !
I felt a chill, this time I was really dead! When the accelerator was released and released, it stepped on to the lowest level, and with a bang, a hole was made in the wall and passed through.
Relying on inertia, the warrior car drove out more than ten meters, suddenly stopped and stalled.
I hurriedly turned the car key and started it with a few clicks, but still couldn't catch the fire. Seeing the zombies rushing into the wall hole, I hurriedly opened the door, picked up the backpack and jumped out of the car.
Lightning followed me and jumped out of the car and ran forward with me.
During the run, I hurriedly glanced, surrounded by flower garden pavilions, fitness equipment, and six or seven tall buildings. It turned out that this is a residential area. But the strange thing is that I didn't see a zombie.
I ran to a 20-story building, ran up to the third floor, and just halfway down with my heart, the security door in the middle was suddenly opened.
Behind the door appeared a man, in his twenties, holding a crossbow in both hands.
He yelled at me in anger: "What did you do, what did you do?!"
I was taken aback. I didn't expect someone to appear suddenly, and said quickly, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything."
The man looked excited, gritted his teeth and said: "Nothing? Why did zombies come in?"
I also pointed the crossbow to the man and said, "You take it easy, I don't want to make trouble."
The man shouted: "Do I want to make trouble?"
At this time, the corpses downstairs howled for a while, and there were already zombies coming up the stairs.
I hurriedly said: "If you have anything to say, come into the house, zombies..."
"You get out of here!" The man interrupted me, "You are not welcome here!"
I'm a little baffled, I don't know where to offend this person. At this moment, in panic, there was no time to think about it, and he said, "If you don't let me in, then I will go upstairs."
The man said loudly: "This building is mine, you get out!!!"
I was furious, and said to my heart: "Aren't you going to die and fall into trouble?"
At this moment, lightning rushed up suddenly and bit the man's wrist. With a cry, the man was in pain and the crossbow in his hand fell to the ground.
I stepped on, picked up the sun-shooting crossbow on the ground, put it on the man's forehead, pushed him into the house, and just closed the security door, the zombie had already reached the third floor.
Lightning bit the man’s wrist without letting it go. The man grinned with pain. I slapped Lightning’s head and let it loosen, and asked, “What the hell is going on with you, where did I commit you
The blue veins on the man's face were violent, and he endured the pain and said, "It took me two years to clean up the Ludu community. Why did you let the zombies in?"
I said "Oh", and I probably understood what was going on, and said, "No wonder I didn't see a zombie when I fled in. It turns out that you killed all the zombies in the community."
The man said angrily: "For two years, two years, my two years of hard work was ruined by you. I... Am I easy?"
I had nothing to say. Although I said that I had an unintentional fault, I was ashamed that the shelter that others spent two years building was destroyed by me.
"Friend," I said, "this
It was indeed my fault. There were too many zombies, so I had to drive through the wall..."
"You actually broke through the wall!" The man beat his head, "What did I do, so unlucky?"
As the two talked, the security door kept scratching, and I said: "Speak down, I am responsible for the trouble I caused. I will kill all the zombies that come in and return you to a clean community."
The man sneered: "Don't talk big, there are not 1,000 zombies, but also 800, can you kill them?" When he said this, although his anger remained, his voice finally eased.
I said: "I speak my words!"
The man snorted and turned and walked into the bedroom. I found out that he was walking with his left shoulder high, his right shoulder low, and his right leg a little disabled.
With a thought, I asked: "Your right leg is not so good?"
The man turned around: "What?"
I said, "What happened to your right leg?"
The man snorted and said, "What does it matter to you?"
I said, "Maybe I can heal you."
The man sneered and said contemptuously: "I have injured my right leg for four years. Can you heal it?"
I said, "Let's give it a try. This is my ancestral bone setting technique. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. What if it can be cured?"
A hesitant look flashed across the man's face, and he said, "If it can be cured, you... you put the zombies in the community, we will cancel it."
I smiled: "Okay! But..."
"But what?"
"Without anesthetics, it will hurt!"
The man smiled and said, "If it can be cured, I can bear any pain."
I shook my head and said, "You can't stand the kind of pain at all. If you yell in pain and startle the zombies, I can't concentrate on the treatment."
The man said, "What should I do?" He glanced across the coffee table, pointed to the two bottles of wine on it, and said, "Or I drink him in the dark."
I nodded: "Well, this is a good way."
The man walked to the side of the coffee table, picked up the wine bottle, and suddenly stopped and said: "I'm drunk, you won't take the opportunity to kill me?"
I slapped the man’s sun-shooting crossbow on the coffee table and said, “I want to kill you, so I need to trick you into getting drunk?”
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