after tomorrow is the end

Chapter 589 Avici Hell
"Uh uh!" A creepy voice shouted from the infected person's throat. The newly injected serum was even more overbearing. During the process of blood vessel expansion, some places... burst open !The whole person was like a balloon filled with water and punctured, with blood spattering.

"Uhh! Uhhhhh!" He roared in pain, rolling on the ground non-stop, tearing his skin with his hands, his eyes turned white for a while, and turned black for a while, as if his body was being eaten by millions of ants It hurts so much.

It was two viruses that used his body as a battlefield, stirring up a bloody storm inside.

The three ghosts, Armstrong and other members of the church watched all this cruelly, and inversely proportional to it, were the hostages in the corner who were trembling with fear.Such a disastrous end, later...may befall him.

Whenever they think of this, a lot of cold sweat oozes from their foreheads, their heart beats faster, and their calves cramp and become weak.

"Uh...uh..." It lasted about ten minutes before the infected person gradually calmed down, and finally lay there, motionless.

"Hmm." Armstrong nodded slightly, motioning for a believer to step forward to check on his situation.

I saw this believer stepped forward, turned over the infected person with his face on the ground, and tried him again.

"Guardian! Hall Master! He's dead!" The believer confirmed on the spot that this person was dead.

"Next! Find someone stronger!" Sangui said sullenly. It should be that the follow-up control of the virus was too overbearing.

"Yes!" Another two believers next to him took the order, stepped forward, and rummaged through the pile of hostages for suitable test items.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's you!" The believers caught a man with a relatively strong body and a mohawk hairstyle. He also had a special tattoo on his body, which was unique to the Strike Gang. This man belonged to the Strike Gang. people.

The original raiders and guards in Sequoia Town were merged into the Federation as early as the beginning of Li Jie's capture of Nancy City.

The leader of the Strike Gang, Osama, strongly supports Li Jie and the Federation, because the members of the Strike Gang are all local residents of Nancy City. Li Jie and the others wiped out the infected people who have been entrenched there for many years, and even killed the Ghost Bride. It can also be regarded as their great benefactor.

As for the guards, under the leadership of the leader Yorks, reluctantly joined the federation under the pressure of the situation at the time.And Li Jie also looked at the face of their former leader, Van Langer, and refused to pursue their bad behavior of using insurance policies to squeeze the residents.

After the two parties joined the Federation, there was a big difference. The Assault Gang was tough and eager to join the army, while the Guards were selfish and only wanted to become a local security team.

"Hmm! Mmm!" But no matter how tough a person is, seeing the approaching infected blood, he shook his head in fear.

He would rather die than become the most hated, unconscious infected person.

"Come here, you!" The three ghosts pulled him closer, and this time he directly attacked.

puff!The infected blood was pierced with a needle, and the blue liquid poured into the person's body. Wherever it passed, the skin shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the blue blood flowed all over his body and his eyeballs began to turn white, the second needle was inserted immediately.

puff!
This purple blood is like a scourge, surging violently in the blood vessels, and the skin bulges at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is simply two extremes from just now.

"Uh! Uhhhh!" The man struggled in pain, rolling all over the floor, his body was being torn apart like never before.

His nails grew wildly, his teeth protruded from his teeth, and his eyes were ferocious like a beast.

"Uh Ho Ho!" He suddenly roared violently, and then exerted all his strength, bursting out his powerful muscles, even the tight rope was overwhelmed.

In the end, the binding rope snapped inch by inch, and he broke free!

Swish Swish Swish, the believers showed their weapons one after another, some with double knives, some with dual UZI submachine guns.

"Slow!" The three ghosts immediately stopped their hostile actions, because he felt a trace of a different connection.

Slowly, slowly approach the newly created infected.Feel it carefully, with your heart.

"Ugh!" Suddenly!It raised its zombified head, opened its bloody mouth, and looked at the three ghosts in front of it fiercely.

"Hush, shush, shush..." The three ghosts immediately lowered their bodies, lowered their hands slightly to show that they did not have any malicious intentions, and booed continuously to appease the beast.

"Uh...uh ho..." The infected person grinned and circled around the three ghosts, turning his head back and forth, as if he was also confirming whether the person in front of him was of the same kind.

"You...can you understand what I'm saying? Can you feel...we...are of the same race?" The words of the three ghosts guided the infected so that they could establish contact more quickly.

"Uh ho! Uh ho ho!" Although it made a phlegm-like sound, its tone was cadenced. It meant to ask the three ghosts, "Why. Why did you make it like this!"

"This is the guidance of the prophet, and it is for the future of our race." The three ghosts settled down. Although the infected person's thoughts were resentful, the brand of control made it unable to resist, and in the end they could only obediently obey the mother's order.

"Go! Let these heretics! Feel the call of the prophet!" The three ghosts didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly issued the first order to it.

"Uh... roar!" The infected person only hesitated for a moment, but finally roared and rushed towards the hostage in the corner.

"Uh! Uh!" When the dozen or so hostages saw it rushing over, their scalps were numb with fright, and they kicked their feet wildly, trying to escape from here.

Unexpectedly, his hands and feet were tied up with ropes, and he had no way of escaping.

Hearing a click, the infected person bit the neck of one of them, and the blood sprayed out from the ruptured aorta, splashing the faces and bodies of the people around him, and even the wall behind was sprayed everywhere .

"Stay...stay...stay..." Seeing this, Armstrong immediately stuttered and couldn't speak, he was still in a hurry.

"Keep them alive! Assimilate them!" The three ghosts took up the conversation. He understood what Armstrong meant, and this was their purpose this time. We can't let this crazy demihuman kill everyone.

"Uh..." It could only reluctantly let go, but the man could only exhale, not inhale, and it seemed that he would not be able to survive.

In fact, the person killed by it was its own younger brother!With the last bit of self-awareness it had, it made his younger brother... die early and be reborn early...

But next... Abi Hell is not an exaggeration...

(End of this chapter)