Don't ignore Charles and Heiwei, they are very clever, no less, throwing zombies down from time to time and making people headshot. At present, it is known that the zombie virus can be transmitted through blood, bitten, scratched, and even the blood of the zombie enters the body. Although he didn't know whether it would be transmitted to animals, Tang Miao did not allow Charles and Heiwei to bite the zombies. Fortunately, they are very spiritual, otherwise, they might not understand Tang Miao's meaning.
During this short period of time, everyone has dealt with a lot of zombies, but Tang Miao dodged flexibly from time to time, but none of them were dealt with.
"Tang Miao, are you practicing Drunken Fist?" Tang Xin noticed his strange behavior and said with contempt.
Tang Sihuang looked back and frowned.
"I'm fine, let's do it right away." Tang Miao said quickly. Close combat is too bloody. If you are not careful, blood plasma may burst into your mouth, and it makes you sick to think about it. He thought for a while, reached into his pocket, and took out a mask and protective glasses. The protective glasses can be close to the eyes to prevent any liquid and dust from entering.
Tang Sihuang stretched out his right hand and said calmly, "Same."
Tang Miao quickly ran over to face him back to back, pretended to reach into his backpack, took out a new mask and protective glasses and handed them to him, and then took out a dozen masks and handed them to Tang Wen, one for each of them, just in case. Immediately afterwards, Tang Miao gave a soft shout, held the knife in his left hand, turned on the horsepower at full speed, and slashed down obliquely with the knife, the head of the zombie closest to him rolled to his feet with a long stream of blood.
Tang Wen and the others basically had some blood stains on their faces. They thought Tang Miao's appearance was very cool, and they also felt that he was very prescient. They were admiring him, but they saw Tang Miao suddenly pulled off the mask, his face was pale, and he ran like a rabbit. He reached the corner, supported the wall, and vomited on the ground with a "vomit", as if he wanted to vomit his stomach out in pain. Everyone was speechless. The admiration just now turned into clouds.
The first time I killed zombies with Tang Sihuang, the incident happened suddenly and the time was urgent. Tang Miao didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to take a closer look. Later, it was basically long-range shooting. This time it was easier, Tang Miao thought more. Brains all over the place, white bones, viscous yellow and red mixed together, looked very disgusting.
"Don't worry, little brother, you'll get used to it after you spit it out." Tang Xin comforted him hypocritically. He would never admit that he was sour because he didn't have protective glasses.
Tang Miao glanced around, there were only three or four zombies left, and they could be dealt with without his help. Hiding behind Tang Sihuang, she quickly took out the water bottle to rinse her mouth three or four times, and then dropped a piece of chewing gum in her mouth to feel better. After a while, he glanced at Tang Xin, then took out a pair of protective glasses and handed them to him.
Tang Xin suddenly smiled | squinted, and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "My little brother has a heart."
Tang Miao was speechless. Fortunately, his current physical fitness is different from the past, otherwise Tang Xin would have squatted him in this shot, raised his foot and left a bloody footprint on his pants, and then hid in front of Tang Sihuang.
Tang Xin looked at his trousers, his face darkened immediately, and he was about to chase after him to teach his younger brother a lesson when he saw his father glanced at him, shrugged and slipped to the other side.
Tang Chunhui reported: "Sir, all the nearby zombies have been eliminated."
Everyone leaned together, back to back, vigilant around.
Tang Sihuang pulled Tang Miao behind him and signaled to Feng Ye, "Lead the way ahead."
Feng Ye and Tang Wu led the way, while Tang Qi and Tang Jiu stayed behind. Elevator doesn't work, only stairs. There were some scattered zombies in the corridor, which were easily dealt with by Feng Ye and Tang Wu.
"Big brothers, take me with you." The middle-aged fat man who was shouting upstairs came out from behind the corridor door with a big bag on his back, which startled Tang Wu and almost shot him reflexively.
"I said brother, don't make a surprise attack, okay? If I didn't react so quickly, I would have killed you as a zombie!" Tang Wu said dissatisfied.
The fat man smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go with you. I've been at home for several days, and I haven't seen anyone alive."
"What do you do?" Tang Wen asked.
The man froze for a moment, and said, "...it's an accountant."
Chen Kefeng lived on the sixth floor, and everyone continued to climb up. The fat man followed closely.
"We killed all the zombies below." Tang Xin said kindly.
"Really? That's great," the man was taken aback, then laughed, "But I'd better go with you, so we can take care of you."
Everyone didn't pay attention to him anymore, let him follow if he likes to follow, as long as it doesn't get in the way.