Super Zombie Factory

　　 Survivor's stronghold outside the city.

　　 In the early morning sun, a fleet of more than 30 vehicles of various types, together with more than a hundred people, is ready to go.

　　 For the stronghold, this is not a small looting convoy.

　　 In the streets and lanes of the stronghold, the same lifeless, numb survivors, in this morning, are as usual, almost indifferent to the outside world.

　　Only some survivors who are too hungry to bear will scurry early, trying to find some food that can satisfy their hunger.

　　 However...

　　 In the last days when food is extremely scarce, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into the stomach to eat it.

　　 In the stronghold, almost no grass grows. Anything green that can be eaten in the stomach has been wiped out.

　　 At the motorcade, there was a loud voice.

　 In the caravan of more than one hundred people, more than half of them use homemade guns. The remaining half are diverse, using various cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which are the most popular among survivors.

　　In the last days, compared with European and American countries, the Chinese survivors will suffer more.

　　 The United States, a country that allows gun ownership, has almost one or two guns in every family. Extreme people even have heavy weapons like Gatling.

　　 But in China, guns are forbidden, only the troops and law enforcement agencies have loose

　　 The end of the world is coming, and the situation is naturally not so optimistic when there is a lack of guns.

　　 "You need twenty bait to run fast. Before you set off, you will have a full meal. If you can come back alive, you will have half a month's meal."

　　 In the convoy, a strong man shouted.

　　 Among the numb survivors, there was a sudden silence, and a personal look focused on this strong man. There was emotion in the empty eyes, and there was a kind of light called covetousness and madness.

　　 Bait can also be called cannon fodder.

　　 This is a nine-dead job, and the death rate can reach 5-7%. Among the ten people, it is possible that only two or three will come back alive, and the rest will all become dead souls under the mouths of zombies.

　　 It’s hard to imagine a job with such a high mortality rate, but only about half a month’s meal.

　　 But...

　　 Almost as soon as the man’s voice fell, many of the survivors on the street had their eyes lightened, and there was a hint of color in their numb eyes.

　　The fast-moving survivor, already in front of the team, raised his hands and shouted: "I will participate, I will participate."

　　 Before starving to death, there is still a chance, the survivors naturally know how to choose.

　　 Six to seventy survivors rushed to the front of the convoy and raised their hands one by one.

　　 Minors, women, and even some elderly men all raised their hands, hoping to be targeted.

　　 The real weak, five years in the last days, have long been eliminated by this world.

　　 The brawny man was not polite. He ordered twenty "baits" among the survivors, and then pointed his muzzle down: "The selected ones will go to the convoy, and the unrelated personnel will give me off."

　　 As for whether the selected candidate can run fast and survive in the end, it is not within the consideration of this strong man.

　　 After all the twenty people boarded a dilapidated minibus, the two women carried their lunch boxes to the minibus and handed the lunch boxes to the people inside.

　　 It’s not that the people in this team are kind, but to let them run is to make them full and strong.

　　 was selected one by one, all rushing to take them and eat them.

　　 The rice cooked from stale rice exudes a musty smell, but for these people, it is supremely delicious. This is rice, so many people can't eat it.

　　 Like a starving ghost, they gobbled it up.

　　 A young man leaning on the door of the car took a big mouthful of food, but his eyes rolled around, his eyes drifting outside.

　　 A box lunch was eaten by him in a moment.

　　 The people in the motorcade outside began to board the car, there was a loud noise.

　　 Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, he threw the lunch box in his hand suddenly, and the man rushed out from the door of the car, drilling into the alley next to him at a very fast speed.

　　 He didn't want to die, but he was too hungry to bear.

　　When this bait is used, there is no doubt that you will die. In the face of countless zombies, they are just ordinary people and cannot escape.

　　 ate the meal, then slipped away, mixed with a meal in a rather dangerous way.

　　 This young man is extremely fast, like a cheetah.

　　 just...

A middle-aged man showed a sneer on a modified heavy truck of the 　　 motorcade. He raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, almost no need to aim, just a shot.

"boom!"

　　 In the crisp gunfire, the young man who almost disappeared into the alley in the distance had a puff of blood on his head, pierced his head, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

　　 "The eighth idiot who wants to use this method to eat a meal, do they think this meal is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and put away his rifle.

　　 The impact of this scene here is almost negligible.

　　Whether it is the survivors in the alley or the people who stayed in the minibus and still eating their lunch, they didn't care about the death of this young man, and their numb eyes didn't even blink.

　　 The death of this young man is just a small episode.

　　 The convoy set off normally.

　　…………

　　 the suburbs of the city.

　　 When the convoy arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to increase gradually, and it was no longer suitable for moving forward.

　　 "The crossbow arrow clears the way."

　　 At an order, only 30 people were seen holding crossbow arrows and left the convoy.

　　 "Whoo!"

　　 "Whoo!"

　　 "Whoo!"

　　 An arrow feather shot out, not all arrows can hit the zombie's head, but four or five of ten can do it. The penetrating crossbow forcefully made the arrow nearly ten centimeters deep into the zombie's head.

　　 Some are inserted into the zombies, shaking as the zombies run.

　　 After a few rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.

　　 All of this was silent, and did not even alarm the zombies too far away.

　　The crew of the convoy came down, and one by one they got close to the corner of the street, waiting at the intersection of the street.

　　The target is right in front, but there are a lot of zombies in the street ahead. If you use guns, you may be alarmed by more zombies. But using crossbows and bows is not enough to deal with so many zombies.

　　 The captain of the team is a strong man, wearing sunglasses, his eyes narrowed, and said, "Let the bait work."

　　 One of the team members nodded and began to give orders.

　　 The tattered minibus was opened, and under the threat of guns, 19 decoys got off the minibus.

　　 Every bait is pale because of tension.

　　 "Bring these zombies to the street next to them, don't play tricks, or they will be beaten to death on the spot. If you come back alive, you don't have to worry about being hungry for half a month."

　　 said a lean but agile man, and pointed his gun at the nineteen decoys.

　　 The rest of the team looked cold, and were used to all this.

　　 In the last days, the weak and the strong eat, they are also the people who have struggled from this kind of hard work and have come to this point.

　　 Nineteen survivors hesitated and dangled. They knew the risks involved.

　　 The thin man waved his hand.

A player next to 　　 shot an arrow without hesitation, directly to their feet.

　　 "Next arrow, death." The thin man said sharply.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 A decoy roared and rushed towards the group of zombies in the distance.

　　 Someone took the lead, and the other bait followed suit.

　　…………

　　 "Huh, huh..."

　　 With a violent panting, the survivors who were used as bait squeezed their strength like crazy and made themselves run faster.

　　 Bait is a tool used to lure zombies.

　　At this moment, they can't be called people, they are just a bait.

Nineteen survivors, they separated and ran in different directions. Under their breath of life, all the zombies in this area were attracted by them. The densely packed zombies fell into madness and began to chase desperately. These survivors.

　　 At this moment, the survivors acting as bait can only run.

　　 If the street is big, the zombies began to chase, and the area became empty in a moment.

　　 When the zombies in this section of the street were lured by 19 survivors, it soon became empty.

　　 A man who was only about 1.6 meters tall stood up. He gave a hey smile. He didn't need to order, just like a monkey, climbing on the street buildings. In the twenty-story building, he reached the top floor with his bare hands.

　　 Superman's agility is the reason he can become an indispensable member of the team.

　　 In the motorcade, many team members looked at this short Yan Yongchun, all with awe in their eyes, because they knew that this short Yan Yongchun belonged to alienated human beings, and they were strong among human beings.

　　 The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but caused genetic alienation, which made him not comparable to ordinary humans in terms of strength and speed, and even muscle strength.

　　 This category of people is called alienated humans, also called new humans.

　　The new mankind is at the top of the current mankind, and is the leader among mankind.

　　 "Head, there is no threat in the current range."

　　 Observed with a telescope, Yan Yongchun reported on the walkie-talkie.

　　He will act as a sentinel, observing the visible range to prevent the appearance of powerful zombies, he will be caught off guard.

　　 "Action, take away all valuable things to me."

　　 Upon receiving this news, the robust captain Lin Sen gave an order, and the people on the side of the street rushed to the street where there were no zombies. Shops on the street ~www.ltnovel.com~ or housing, etc., are their goals.

　　 There is not only a shortage of food, but also many daily necessities.

　　…………

"what……"

　　 A terrible scream rang from the other side of the street.

　　 A decoy was chased by a zombie dog and fell directly to the ground. He struggled and stepped on the zombie dog with his big feet, but still couldn't stop the zombie dog's sharp teeth, bit on his little feet, and tore off a large piece of meat.

　　 This bait knew that he was finished. After being bitten, he passed through the blood and spread the infection 100%.

but……

　　 This is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is that he was injured.

　　 The blood stimulated the zombies, making them even more crazy, and a group of black and heavy pressed over.

　　 The decoy had a desperate eye. What he saw was other people's continued rushing without looking at him. At this time, no one wanted to pull him.

　　 There is despair in his eyes.

　　 The figure of the zombies kept zooming in. In the end, dozens of zombies surrounded him, threw on him, bit his flesh and blood, and tore him to pieces.

　　 The despair in his eyes, I don't know why, but in the intense pain, there is a sense of relief.

　　 On the side of the street, a black shadow appeared and ran wildly on the buildings on the street. The walls it ran across were all shattered, fragments fell, and smashed down the street.

　　 This is a licker, it bounced across the street, its long tongue curled up a running bait survivor.

　　 The sharp claws penetrated the chest of this decoy survivor.

　　 Blood splashed on the street.

　　 (The licker is officially here... I'm asking for a recommendation!)