Green sat down wearily, and the chair was the corpse of a butcher. A bloodstain appeared from the left shoulder of the butcher, and the bloodstain broke through the iron chains, skin, and bone tissue that the butcher casually draped on his body until it came to the edge of the right waist before stopping. In order to make such a feast for the butcher, the edge of Green's machete rolled and cracked, turning into a pair of scrap iron.
Now, the two machetes have completed their mission, lying quietly on the ground not far away.
Green sat down, his eyes fell on the corpse of another butcher next to him, and he nodded with satisfaction. After the machete was curled up, the remaining butcher was beaten to death by brute force. The butcher's chest was all but gone, and what remained was an empty bloody hole. On the ground of the corpse, blood, minced meat, bones and internal organs were splashed all over the ground, forming a very special scene.
But killing these two butchers did not come without a price for Green. On the contrary, the price is still high.
First, a deep gash penetrated from his right shoulder and slanted to his chest, leaving Green's right hand hanging limply. It was thanks to one of the ax-wielding butchers, but now the butcher had become Green's seat, and Green slashed and slashed in an almost frenzied slaughter. But with hatred and superior strength, he hacked into the butcher's body with one knife, extended the wound with the other knife, and killed the troll directly.
Secondly, another serious injury of Green was a completely collapsed chest. Green remembers feeling like he'd been hit by a van when another butcher took the opportunity to smash his hammer into his chest. But with his remaining left hand, Green blasted the butcher to death with an iron fist.
After doing all this, Green knew that he was not far from death.
He just sat like this, and there were no living corpses rushing towards this place in his sight. The mountain of corpses piled up near Green is enough for the fearless living corpses to understand that this is a forbidden place to pass. But there are always guys who don't have long eyes, so Green's eyes reflect the figure of the fourth butcher. The butcher didn't have huge weapons, but made himself two spiked gauntlets.
The big guy was shaking his fist and walking towards Green step by step.
Green didn't move, he just smiled, and then reached out to touch the half of the cigarette left in the breast pocket of his torn jacket.
He didn't have the strength to stand up again, but at least he could put the cigarette in his mouth. As the butcher kept approaching, Green was still groping for other bags on his body where he could hide things. When the huge shadow shrouded in front of his eyes, Green sighed and said, "Damn, I didn't bring a lighter..."
These were Green's last words left in the world. The iron fist with steel thorns hit his face, and Green's head burst like a watermelon. Brains and broken bones flew everywhere, and when the butcher withdrew his iron fist covered in meat crumbs, Green's headless corpse gradually lay down.
The butcher let out a loud roar, and it looked into the distance, with a cold light emitting from its mask.
In the distant wilderness, Remut's defense line has been completely defeated. The soldiers in charge of defense had long since died in the waves of living corpses, and Green was the last soldier to fall. The living corpses rushed into the surface residential area, and the policy that was hailed as a brilliant move in the past has now become stupid and ridiculous. Losing the outer defense line as a security support, security measures such as arranging firemen at the commanding heights of each building cannot prevent the advance of the army of living corpses.
The city wailed under the mouths of living corpses, countless people died, and more people were waiting to die.
Among the living corpses, more dead people flocked to the entrance of Remut's base. Different from the ground line of defense, the metal gates made of thick armor plates cannot be scratched by the claws and teeth of living corpses. But the living corpses never tire of it. They are like a pile of maggots, covering every inch of the gate in layers, digging desperately with their teeth and claws, even if it is just to dig out a thin wire.
It wasn't until the butcher's roar came from behind the living corpse that the dead retreated to both sides in a panic. So the butcher who blasted Green's head with his punch came over with a giant hammer that his companion had used. It raised the warhammer high and slammed it heavily on the gate.
The door made an earth-shattering sound, but apart from a faint green mark on the door, there was no damage. But the butcher was not going to stop there, so he tirelessly repeated the action of raising the hammer and smashing it down. In this repeated movement, the armored door finally slowly dented.
Remut's underground base has become a mess.
The civilians who remained in the base were evacuated to the rear refuge early in the morning, and Remut's second and third ranks had all been mobilized. Fully armed soldiers, under the command of the remaining two capable officers, were stationed at the entrance and exit of the passage, preparing to make a final desperate resistance when the living corpses attacked the base.
And in Remut's trade union hall, Jonok and other representatives were engaged in a verbal contest about the sudden disaster.
"Dear Chairman, please check how many living corpses there are outside. Standing guard? This is not the solution. When these dead people flood into our city, we can only die faster if we have no way out!"
A chubby old man kept tapping the ground with his cane to increase the strength in his tone.
Jonok's black eye bags trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Dear Mr. Tansred, according to what you said, what should we do?"
"Rush out!" The fat old gentleman waved his crutches and said, "Using the strength of only two lines left, we can definitely organize a surprise attack. Do you think so?"
Tansrad's words immediately aroused the approval of several other trade union representatives behind him. Looking at them, Jonock said coldly: "Gentlemen, two hundred soldiers are not enough to cover two thousand civilians, and three hundred businessmen are still leaving. "
But Tansrad showed a masterful expression: "Chairman Jonock, I never said that we should cover everyone from leaving. In fact, the soldiers only need to cover us from leaving. As long as we don't die, we are completely safe." A second Remut can be established. As for the citizens, it’s not about how many you want.”
"Mr. Tansred, your words can't help but make me redefine the definition of shameless." Jonok's words are vicious, completely different from the usual image of a good old man, and what he said is shocking.
The fat gentleman said angrily: "Then please tell me, kind Chairman, what good plan do you have?"
"Stay!" Jonok said the same decision, and then followed up with the follow-up plan: "And, ask for help!"
"Ask for help?" Tansred laughed loudly: "Don't be kidding, Chairman, who will save us? Who can save us. Even if it is possible, how many days can our soldiers hold?"
Asked by the fat old man, Jonok was confused. If he could run, he didn't want to stay here with Remut and die in the arms of others. But no matter how stupid he is, he still knows very well that with his current strength, even with the addition of two capable officers. The success rate of killing a bloody path through more than 3,000 living corpses and other mutants is not high.
On the contrary, if you stick to it, you can drag it on for at least a day or two. If you survive by accident, you can also earn yourself a good reputation for being kind. But now being asked by Tansrad, Jonok couldn't help but think, how many days can they guard? Even if it survives, what happens after that? Without reinforcements, even if the city was not overrun by the dead, they would have to starve to death.
Just when Jonock couldn't answer, a calm and deep voice sounded from outside the hall door: "If you add my rattlesnake, then there should be no problem in keeping it for a week. When it comes to asking for help, I have already Encrypted and sent Remut's situation, someone will come to rescue us soon."
The door was opened, and outside the door, Theon, wearing a tall hat, holding a cane, and wearing a black dress, drove in with the perfect appearance of the savior. Behind him, fifty rattlesnake soldiers headed by Pella filed in, and surrounded the entire hall in a murderous manner.
"But before that, allow me to take back my status as chairman. After all, some authority cannot be provided by my current status." Theon stretched out his hand and gently stroked his mustache, with an elegant demeanor, but the words he said were not tolerated. Doubt.
He chose the best time to re-emerge to the pinnacle of power with absolute strength. But Theon knew very well that although under such circumstances, he was sure to regain the chairmanship, but what he was facing was a crumbling pyramid. It's just that Theon believes that he can turn the tide, so he stands up again.
How can this city that I built by myself allow it to collapse before my eyes. There was such a voice in Theon's heart that said loudly.
"Mr. Theon, I'm curious about what methods you have to help everyone tide over the difficulties." Jonok was naturally unwilling to give up the position of chairman just like that.
Theon smiled, and he didn't pay attention to clowns like Jonock at all: "Mr. Jonock, and everyone..."
He turned to other union representatives and said: "I think everyone knows that I have participated in the design of Remut. At the beginning of the construction, I have already considered the emergence of this situation, and put a seal at the entrance of the passage. Three hidden armor layers have been installed. On the surface, there are also many hidden tactical platforms. These things are installed in the residential buildings above our heads. When needed, they can provide All-round firepower coverage. Of course, due to the expansion of the residential area by Mr. Jonock, the tactical platform that was laid out after careful calculation now has a shooting dead angle, but it can still be done after a period of delay."
"And all of this needs an electronic password that I know personally to be able to start." Finally, Theon added.
Hearing these words, Jonok's face changed, and it was only now that he knew what the former chairman's trump card was.