Biohazard Empire II

"Roar—" Although this zombie is small, his anger is not small, as if he felt Richemont’s provocation, he immediately let out a roar, rushing towards him, and seeing her speed is obviously faster than ordinary zombies. There are a lot of things, even reaching the speed of human trotting!

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, a solid wood round table slammed on the zombie's body, immediately pressing her underneath.

Richemont shook his arm, knocked on the iron pipe in his hand and walked slowly over.

The whole body of this zombie was pressed underneath by the heavy round table, and only the head was exposed, which looked very funny. But even so, this zombie is still fierce, constantly roaring, twisting his neck, trying to bite Richemont.

Richemont no longer hesitated, raised the iron pipe in his hand, and smashed it down fiercely. With just one click, he smashed the zombie's head into a ball of paste. He was a little surprised to find that he now seems to have liked the movement of smashing his head with a stick, and the iron pipe in his hand is getting more and more comfortable.

Afterwards, he took out thirty crossbow arrows from the quiver, began to carefully insert the arrows into the mass of blood and blood, carefully turned them up twice, and then carefully put them into the quiver.

After the thirty crossbow arrows were all coated with dirty blood, and carefully put into the quiver, Richemont took another canned bottle, filled a can of dirty blood on the ground and put it into the backpack. Take a breath.

Immediately afterwards, he smeared all the bullets in the looted pistol with blood, smiled happily, and began to dump cabinets in the kitchens of every household.

Basically every kitchen has at least three kitchen knives. Although these kitchen knives are short, most of them are extremely sharp and easy to carry. Richemont gathered almost twenty kitchen knives, found a large backpack to put it in, and headed to the place of the Black Dragon Association.

These crossbow arrows are all good things, as long as they are used properly, even if there are many people in the Black Dragon Club, they can only be accepted.

The reason why he chose to follow the enemy's lair instead of attacking on the road is because the gun can form fire suppression in the open area, which is greatly reduced in the room. He didn't want to be suddenly turned into a piece of rotten meat by a few guns. After all, although he is much better than ordinary people, he has not yet become a superman.

Richemont found a bed sheet, tied the steel pipe behind his back, and quietly came to a building opposite the Wal-Mart supermarket, carefully poking out half of his head and looking down.

He was on the second floor, only one street away from the supermarket on the opposite side, and he could clearly see the four guards dangling around in boredom. They were only wearing ordinary military uniforms and blood cloaks made of sheets, and there was no other special protection. Obviously these people trust the guns in their hands and the blood clothes on their bodies. After all, this block is basically a vacuum zone, and there are no zombies.

Richemont held his breath, quietly lifted the hunting crossbow in his hand, and hitched a short arrow.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the streets outside could only be seen clearly by the light of the moon. It happened to be cloudy again tonight, so it was hard to see the black holes outside.

Richemont waited for almost a minute, when a cloud drifted across the sky at the right time, blocking the moon, and the street was instantly dark.

It's now!

He slammed the crossbow machine abruptly, and only heard a soft sound of "boom", the short arrow instantly pierced the shoulder of the guard on the opposite side, stabbing his shoulder.

"Ouch!" The guard yelled, and at the same time, the second short arrow arrived in an instant and pierced the thigh of another guard.

Then, in just five seconds, the third and fourth arrows pierced the bodies of the remaining two guards.

Because Richemont’s strength increased so much, it was much easier for him to play with a small hunting crossbow. This rate of fire was already comparable to those skilled hunters, and the four guards couldn’t even ask. What happened to the companion.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, come and reinforce!" The four people finally saw what they were stuck in. They turned out to be four small wooden arrows. Because the power was too small, these wooden arrows only pierced their bodies for less than one centimeter, and it could be said that they caused almost no harm. However, the vigilance developed in the end times still made them call for reinforcements immediately.

"Squeak--" The iron door behind him opened immediately, and six heavily armed bandits walked out and asked eagerly: "What's the matter? Is it a zombie or a human?"

"It's human, damn, the bow and arrow shot from the opposite side! I almost shot Lao Tzu blind!" a guard with a short arrow stuck in his face roared, and at the same time, he did not forget to pull the trigger and shoot blindly towards the opposite building. A shuttle bullet.

"See where it came from? Don't worry, since it's a human being, there's nothing to be afraid of." It was the blood turban who said this. This person is regarded as the little leader of the Black Dragon Society, who is on duty tonight. .

"Look...Look...Look...Ho...Ho..." The guard who was shot first made an intermittent voice with his hair low, and his body was still shaking, as if he was frightened.

"Gangzi, what's the matter? I'm scared like this for a little thing? Lift my head up for Laozi." Seeing the subordinate's counseling, the blood turban immediately became so angry that he went up and lifted his leg to give him a kick.

At this moment, the dark cloud in the sky drifted away, and the moon again shone brightly, brightening the nearby area. The guard named Gangzi suddenly raised his head. His face was pale, but his eyes had changed. Cheng blood-red, his mouth opened wide, two rows of sharp teeth instantly bit on the feet of the blood turban, biting off the soles of his feet with the leather boots in half!

"Ah--" The scream of the blood turban was like a sharp dagger, which instantly tore through the silent night sky under the moonlight.

"Zombies, they are all infected!"

"what--"

The remaining five people were shocked to find that the four guards shot by the short arrows all turned into zombies in just a few seconds!

Unexpectedly, three of the remaining five people were immediately bitten, and several pieces of meat were severely torn off.

Seeing this scene, the uninjured two immediately ran away, but their way back was blocked by zombies, so they could only escape outward. The two men shot backwards while escaping, but due to excessive panic, the gun missed the head and only exploded the head of one zombie. The rest was hit on the zombie, but it didn't work at all!

"Come on, come on! Gangzi and they are all zombies!" The two men screamed at the communicator anxiously, and behind them, three zombies screamed and chased them.

At the same time, the three bitten men screamed and broke free from the zombies and ran towards the supermarket. Although they knew that they would become zombies in just tens of seconds, they were out of human instinct to survive. Go to find your own companion.

But the blood turban seemed much more determined, he took out a pistol and put it in his mouth instantly, and pulled the trigger suddenly!

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the **** headscarf's head was instantly blasted off in half, and the corpse fell softly to the ground.

If Richemont saw this scene, he might still sigh that this blood turban is also a gangster, and would rather commit suicide than become something that is neither human nor ghost.

But he has no time to deal with this now. At this moment, he is in front of a glass window on the second floor of the supermarket, cautiously opening the window in front of him, rubbing his body and getting in.

The second floor was dark, and the power supply to the steel city had long since stopped, and all the lighting equipment was covered with dust. The surroundings were quiet and there was no movement.

Richemont held his breath and moved forward cautiously. He could hear the screams, shouts and gunshots coming from downstairs, and not far from him, there seemed to be a slight breathing. .

The second floor was originally the first floor selling clothing in the supermarket. Although everyone in the Black Dragon Society guarded the first floor strictly, they never thought that zombies could come in from the second floor, so there was no guard at all on the second floor. Although these gangsters temporarily joined in and formed the Black Dragon Society, it is impossible to completely trust others in this apocalypse, so when they rest, they are all on the first floor of a supermarket full of food. Staying on the side of the food will make you feel more or less secure.

Richemont quietly touched the direction where the breathing sound came from, and within a short while, he found a few people tied to the pillar in front, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo couldn't see who they were.

Most of these people fell into a coma, and some moaned in pain from time to time.

Richemont quietly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Yang Yi? Yang Yi? Are you there?"

"Who..." A weak voice came, as if he had recovered from a serious illness.

Richemont immediately stepped forward, turned on the miniature flashlight in his hand, and shone it on the opponent's face. Pale and weak, with a little unyielding between his eyes, it was Yang Yi!

The sudden light shining on Yang Yi couldn't open his eyes, and with the light, Richemont could see clearly. In this second layer, there were a dozen people tied to the pillar. These people were old and young, male and female, and they were obviously arrested by people from the Black Dragon Association.

And on the two pillars, he saw a heinous scene. The two old people who were arrested today, as well as the middle-aged couple who were killed, have been stripped of their clothes at this time, and their heads are still intact. , And from below the neck, only the skeleton is left!

All the meat was cut off roughly, and even the internal organs were gone. Their feet were soaked in a plastic basin, which was filled with a basin of blood, which had solidified into a paste...

These four heads all closed their eyes, with a calm expression, as if they were relieved that they had finally escaped from this filthy and miserable world.

"Damn... damn... they all damn!" Richemont only felt that he had never been so angry before, and even when he became a test subject, he never had such a sense of anger that made him crazy. Although he knew that these **** could eat people, he did not expect that these people's methods were so cruel, and this scene would be such a naked impact to him!

For the first time, he felt the irresistible urge to kill, not for himself, just for the dignity of being a human!