When the apocalypse comes, the densely populated city is suddenly reduced to hell. The streets are full of crashed vehicles, billowing gunpowder and flames, the living dead wandering back and forth, and the corpses strewn all over the road.
The store door was open, broken glass all over the floor, the shelves seemed to be swept by a tornado, and the walls were covered in blood splattered and black and red handprints.
Someone was lying on the ground in front of him, his hands and feet were still twitching reflexively, but his body had already passed through the gut. Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh and blood of his arms and thighs, holding up his internal organs and swallowing them, blood all over the floor.
The silver Camry galloped past, the zombie smelled the smell of the living, and just staggered to get up to chase, but the car had already disappeared.
The young man looked into the rear-view mirror. On the top of the prison building in the distance, a helicopter gunship was roaring into the sky, crossing the devastated city and heading for the black smokey horizon in the distance.
He retracted his gaze, adjusted the rear-view mirror slightly, and then saw something in the mirror, and his movements paused slightly.
It was a pair of cloudy gray eyes.
Quietly beside yourself.
The young man stepped on the brakes with one foot and turned his head in the harsh sound of friction. He saw that the seat belt in the blind corner of the back seat was restraining a little girl, just curled up quietly, maybe only two or three years old, not much older than a cat. She also has a braided horn on her back and holds a doll.
Her face was completely black, her mouth was opened and closed, and the purple blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her neck, staring straight at the young man, and a blood-splattered women's bag was thrown beside her.
The young man closed his eyes gently.
He could imagine what it was like. Unwilling to give up his infected wife and daughter, the husband drove out of the city, looking for rescue along the way, and was finally bitten to death in the driver's seat, and then the zombie-like wife opened the back door and fled.
He opened his eyes and aimed his gun at the little zombie girl's eyebrows, but his index finger couldn't press the trigger.
The zombies on the street crowded around the car, slapping the car window numbly, making a muffled sound. After a long while, the young man lowered his gun's muzzle, stretched out his hand to grab the little girl's neck, twisted it off with a click, and the corpse dangled softly on the back seat.
He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car. After looking at her for a while without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy stands out in the smoke.
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At the same time, the second floor of the parking lot.
In the huge space, dozens of cars full of bullet holes were parked scatteredly, dead bodies were scattered all over the floor, and sirens came one after another. After the fierce battle, the stench of bullets and carrion mixed together, strongly stimulating everyone's nerves.
"We are surrounded by zombies," Yan Hao took off his binoculars and said hoarsely: "The back alley is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by the zombie tide. It is estimated that there are several hundred. The adjacent buildings are hospitals, schools and supermarket pharmacies. The red level 1 danger zone cannot be crossed by the hook line, and the ammunition is about to run out."
Beside a biochemical armored vehicle, several team members were quickly sorting out their equipment, and they turned their heads to look at a certain silhouette.
The rigorous long-term training prevents them from losing control of their emotions immediately, but the desperation that vaguely flows in the silence is undeniable. In the dull and depressing air, the mourning and slamming of the door from downstairs became clearer.
"Captain..." Yan Hao muttered.
Zhou Rong leaned his back against the blood-stained wall, raised his head in the focus of everyone's eyes, but did not speak. He first waved his hand and threw a cold light - at the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie's skull was hiding behind a cement column. Going deep into the handle, he fell down with a plop.
"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break through."
Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and wore a black protective suit. In the backlight, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was low and cold. A team member seemed to realize something, and suddenly got up: "Brother Rong! Where are you going?!"
Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with bullet holes on half of its body, smashed the front window with a punch, took out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door and sat in.
"I'm going to lead the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking through the siege, you can drive southeast. The target shelter is underground in the center of the city 30 kilometers away."
He lit the handbrake, and the riddled sports car roared: "As soon as I get out, I will rush to meet you. If I haven't come back before you arrive, Yan Hao will take over as the captain and send a positioning signal to the base."
"Captain!" Yan Hao roared out, and several team members stood up unacceptably at the same time: "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"
Zhou Rong stuck his head out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes: "Huh?"
When Zhou Rong wasn't smiling, the facial features had a cold and daunting aura, and even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly squeezed pupils silently demonstrated the fact that "this person is very tough", which is obvious. Enough to make viewers completely ignore his own beauty.
The obscenity accumulated over the years made the teammates choked at the same time, and Yan Hao took a few steps forward out of control. Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Rong stretched out his hand to him. The irresistible command meant a lot and made him stop abruptly. step.
Then Zhou Rong laughed - his sullenness disappeared when he smiled, the corners of his mouth were raised, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, but he had a kind of yuppie charm.
"Mothers, you guys." He tapped his teammates' faces one by one, and said with a smile, "Wait for Brother Rong to meet at the shelter, get out."
The team members grabbed their submachine guns, you look at me, I look at you, and despair appeared in their eyes.
The sports car turned on the lights and stepped back, rolling over the carrion all over the floor and sliding out a neat inverted U.
"Wait... wait, Captain!"
Yan Hao stared out the window, suddenly saw something, and couldn't believe it: "Someone...someone is here!"
- At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were mechanically pounding on the door. On the road behind them, a silver Camry stopped abruptly, backed up and rolled down the window.
"… "
Are there survivors in the parking building
The young man looked at the eight-story building, and every window he could see was broken and covered with blood, and he couldn't see the inside at all. Only a certain window on the second floor facing the road could vaguely see someone lying on it, perhaps the people who fled into the building in a panic when the incident happened.
The electronically controlled gate of the parking lot itself has been blocked, but under the endless beating of zombies, the hollow iron gate has sunk inward with a terrifying arc, and the breakthrough is only a matter of time.
The young man's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he hesitated a little.
He looked at the pharmacy with a large door not far away. There were only a few zombie boys there. They were wearing junior high school uniforms and wandering aimlessly with lame feet. They should have run out of the nearby school after the outbreak of infection.
Although he temporarily lost his memory due to overstimulation, head banging, or other reasons, basic common sense was there. He needed pheromone suppressants to disguise himself as Beta, and it was completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy while the survivors had attracted a large number of zombies away.
But the fragile electronically controlled iron gate should not hold up for a few minutes.
And what if the zombies flooded in after he ran into the pharmacy
The young man took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a motorcycle twenty meters away that had hit a tree and died. After silently counting for three seconds, he slammed open the car door.
The roar of the locomotive suddenly resounded through the street, like a horn announcing a meal.
On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was very soft and full of surprise: "This person..."
"He... he's helping us lure away the zombie tide...?"
Zhou Rong strode closer, took the binoculars and looked at the street. At the focus of the camera, the young man is straddling a motorcycle, his face and neck are tightly covered by the helmet, the leather jacket is zippered to the chin, and the tailpipe of the motorcycle spews exhaust with a low engine sound.
More and more zombies were attracted by the sound, stopped beating on the door, turned around, and rushed towards the locomotive in groups.
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...
When the zombies on the road were almost crowded in front of the locomotive, in front of the parking lot, the number of zombies finally decreased to less than 30. The locomotive driver raised his left arm and made a gesture to the heights.
preparation-
"Yan Hao, go drive!" Zhou Rong suddenly threw the binoculars, set up his rifle to aim, and shouted, "Get in the car, everyone gets in the car and prepare to break through!"
There were several gunshots, bullets shattered the glass windows, and in the corpse in the distance, the heads closest to the locomotive exploded.
It seemed to be the signal for the start of the action. In the same second, the locomotive started and rushed out with a roar!
"Go, go, go!" "Quick!"
The team members quickly jumped into the armored vehicle. Yan Hao spun the steering wheel with one hand and threw his magazine out of the car window with the other. Zhou Rong didn't turn his head like he had long eyes behind his back. He grabbed the clip and clicked on it. The barrel was on the windowsill, and the ammunition poured out!
In the hail of bullets, the locomotive rushed out of the corpse tide at high speed, crushed countless living dead into carrion, and then drove to the crossroads.
The zombies staggered and chased behind him. Looking from a height, even the zombies in the nearby streets were moving. The more and more they gathered, they gradually formed a magnificent long dragon.
Broken hands and feet, blood from seven orifices, dead eyes... The dense tide of corpses that can't be seen is horrifying. However, at the moment of life and death, no one cared about fear. The motorcyclist made a sudden U-turn at the crossroads and rushed into Southeast Street with a roar!
With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally rose slowly, and the biochemical car pressed a few zombies that were too late to dodge under the tire.
"Captain—" Yan Hao roared.
On the second floor, Zhou Rong supported the window sill with one hand and flew down, "Boom!" A loud crash landed on the roof of the car.
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Five hundred meters away, at the other end of the intersection.
The locomotive veered and changed lanes, then stopped suddenly.
Another group of corpses suddenly appeared in front, and they rushed over!
The long-range sniper cover from Zhou Rong stopped, and the zombies blocked from the front and back, and the scene was immediately spectacular. The young man's eyes glanced from behind the helmet to the rear-view mirror, and the corner of the street behind him forked off to the east street.
The fingers on the handlebars clenched tightly, the blue veins burst, and then calmed down. He took a deep breath, turned the car around—
"Roar-"
The locomotive traversed the highway like a meteor, almost rushing towards the fork with the sharp teeth of the zombies beside him. The car flew over, smashing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the corner bookstore, and pierced through the other end, wrapping the sky with glass to the ground!
The two male zombies in front were knocked over by their chests, and their half-rotted internal organs exploded. The third zombie reached out and grabbed the handlebars, and just opened its mouth to come up, suddenly a bullet roared, blasting its brain into the sky.
The young man looked up.
- Two hundred meters away, a silver-gray armored car was rampaging. Zhou Rong was lying on the roof with a rifle, narrowed one eye, and slightly raised his thin lips, as if greeting him from a long distance.
Immediately, the next bullet grazed his helmet, and lifted the Tianling cover of a zombie lady on the side of the locomotive.
"Ten meters behind the bookstore at the corner of East Street, at two o'clock, ready to rescue."
Zhou Rong's voice came from the headset, Yan Hao nodded, and glanced at the satellite road map: "Not good."
"how?"
Yan Hao stepped on the accelerator: "East Street is a dead end."
The armored car made an accelerating roar, but it was too late. Zhou Rong Meifeng jumped, and saw the locomotive start, breaking through the siege of zombies, and had no choice but to rush in toward East Street!
"Detour! Search for the best route!" Zhou Rong shouted in the flying shells: "Get ready to turn around!"
In the cab, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Yan Hao slammed the steering wheel to death.
At the same time on East Street, the locomotive's upper body was bent to the limit, and the wind rushed through the sea of corpses and blood. Immediately, a whole row of black pressure oil pressure roadblocks appeared in front!
At this time, the speed of the motorcycle has reached a terrifying 200km/h, and the roadblock is only 300 meters away, and it can be reached in less than six seconds.
What is the concept of six seconds
- You can't turn around, you can't turn, the road is full of zombies, and once it collides with the roadblocks, the car will inevitably crash and kill people.
The locomotive's pupils were squeezed tightly until they felt like needles. At the same time, the pointer in the instrument panel shook violently, hitting the bottom line, and a furious monster roared in the tailpipe.
"He's going to punch the card..." Yan Hao said softly.
Like the rod of Moses that split the sea, the locomotive protruded from the zombies, and rushed to the barricade steel plate in an instant—
Time was stagnant, and even the sound of the wind was still.
In mid-air, the locomotive flipped 360 degrees, drawing an arc of fire.
Zhou Rong threw the hook rope: "Then—"
In the gust of wind, the young man stretched his arms, and the rope with an iron hook accurately wrapped around his wrist. Immediately, he kicked off the locomotive and flew towards Zhou Rong.
The heavy locomotive spun frantically, plunged into the corpse tide, and then released an earth-shattering explosion!
boom! With a loud bang, the young man slammed onto the roof of the armored car, rolled over and rushed to the edge under the force of inertia, was hugged by Zhou Rong, and stepped on the roof of the car. The two fell into the car at the same time with a loud bang.
"Brother Rong!" "Captain!"
The team members rushed forward and helped them up with all their hands and feet. Even Yan Hao in the driver's seat set up the automatic driving, signaled his teammates to take over, and hurriedly got into the trunk from the driver's seat: "Is the captain okay? "
"Hiss..." Zhou Rong grinned and stood up: "Brother, this old waist..."
Behind him, the young man dodged the hand that was supporting him like lightning, and stepped back to the corner and stood up straight.
Through the motorcycle helmet, he stared at the people in front of him without saying a word.
This is a special forces unit, he thought.
But unexpectedly, these sturdy and burly team members are all Beta, and there is no trace of Alpha pheromone in the limited space of the car, which is extremely aggressive.
"Well," Yan Hao kindly handed a bottle of water: "Thank you."
The car gradually became quiet, and while everyone was watching, the young man neither spoke nor raised his hand.
"..." Yan Hao gestured again: "For you."
Yan Hao is the kind of look that if he doesn't join the army, he can go to the film school properly. He is about the same height as Zhou Rong, with wide shoulders and long legs, bright eyebrows, and a single ruby stud earring on his left ear that flashes slightly. He has the temperament of a melancholy hero in a campus romance drama.
After so many years of severe and perverted training, he has not left any traces on his fair skin. It can be said that the natural beauty is hard to give up.
However, the motorcyclist in front of him was not appreciative, and could even be described as indifference or alertness.
"This brother..." The other team member had just started speaking when the locomotive finally moved.
He ignored the bottle of water, reached out and unloaded Yan Hao's fully automatic carbine, and put it on his right shoulder.
"Hey you-"
Zhou Rong drank the water and turned around, stopped the team members, and grinned at the young man: "What's your brother's name?"
Young people do not speak.
"eat something?"
no respond.
The atmosphere in the carriage gradually changed, and in the small space, something tense gradually bred in silence.
Zhou Rong touched his chin and looked up and down at the young man. His whole body was wrapped in a tight motorcycle jacket and dark jeans, and his face was completely invisible under the helmet. His whole body was full of the smell of rolling in the pile of zombies, and he looked very embarrassed.
But he was lean and neat, with a guarded posture like a knife.
A saber with a cold light and a half-scabbard.
"Friend," Zhou Rong turned a blind eye, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going to send you a ride?"
After more than ten seconds, in addition to the long and short breathing in the carriage, there was only the vague mourning of the zombies outside the steel plate.
"... Back to the parking lot." In the almost suffocating atmosphere, the young man finally spoke, his voice hoarse from dryness: "Go to the pharmacy."
Zhou Rong nodded very kindly, turned to the driver's seat of the car in front, and patted the driver's shoulder: "Go back to the parking lot on Southeast Street."
Immediately, he leaned down and whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Find a place to stop, I'll follow him to see what he's doing in the pharmacy."