Han Ying stood at the door, staring nervously at the zombies that were approaching. At this moment, the girl suddenly discovered that a strange light flashed in the eyes of the woman who had just been rescued. She hugged Lao Song with both hands, and her feet left the ground. Instead of relying on her own legs to move, she pressed all the weight of her body on the other party.

"Wait...not right! She has a problem———"

Old Song was a little confused at Han Ying's shouting. He didn't notice any abnormality, but he felt that this woman was very heavy and had difficulty moving. He wanted to take a breath, but suddenly he heard the roar of the engine coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw two cars rushing out of the corner across the street, galloping towards this side.

The car window was open, and you could see faces intertwined with cruelty and excitement, as well as thick and heavy sticks.

"I've fallen into the trap?"

When Old Song suddenly woke up, a strong chill immediately appeared in his heart. Just as he wanted to shake off the woman and pull out the gun to shoot, the woman suddenly leaned forward, hugged his neck tightly with both hands, opened her mouth, bit his shoulder hard, tore off a large piece of flesh, spit it out, and opened her mouth again to bite Lao Song's right hand holding the gun, unwilling to relax at all.

The unimaginable severe pain made Lao Song scream involuntarily. The old man roared like a wounded lion, grabbed the woman's hair with his backhand, trying to lift her away from her body. This huge force generated by being deceived and furious did not make the woman give up. Her hair was pulled straight, and her hair was bleeding. Her eyes were widened because of the pain, but her teeth were not loose. She still bit tightly, as if she was embedded on it. In this case, Lao Song had no way to shoot.

The car rushed into the alley and knocked the two zombies away on the spot. The thugs who got out of the car easily surrounded and killed the other mutant creatures and ran towards the entrance of the building.

"Close the door! Close the door quickly! Don't let them in-----"

Old Song screamed and swung his left fist to slam the woman's cheek. In just a few minutes, he became much older and weaker. But his counterattack was still powerful. The skin on the woman's face was ruptured and covered in blood, but he still lay on him like a leech that had tasted the first blood, unwilling to relax at all.

Hu He said————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

This is not intimidation. Several people have been killed by him in the same way. It is not for venting anger or revenge, but just for fun.

Han Ying was a little helpless. She wanted to close the door, but she was unwilling to give up Lao Song who could not escape. She wanted to shoot, but there was a human like her opposite.

She has killed zombies, but never killed anyone.

Her logical thinking is still stuck in the civilized era———killing is a crime.

A strong thug saw the hesitation in Han Ying's eyes, deliberately threw away the stick, spread his hands, and looked unprepared. He walked forward cautiously, with a slow step, with a seductive smile on his face, and said in surprise: "Hi! I have no malice, really! I just want to ask you for something to eat and water. I am not those people-eating monsters. We, we can be friends."

"Don't believe what he said----"

Lao Song's face had turned from red to purple. He grabbed the woman's hair and twisted it, howling and warned Han Ying. Several thugs who had just jumped out of the car rushed up and swung sticks at him. Shocking blood oozed out of the old man's body, soaked his clothes, and red streams flowed out on the surface of his skin.

"Bang————”

Han Ying stared red with her eyes and gritted her teeth to pull the trigger. The face of the thug who was standing more than five meters away suddenly changed drastically. He saw the thick muzzle spraying light flames, and hundreds of iron sand scattered like rain. He lowered his head and looked at the sudden dense holes in his chest. The few people standing next to him were also twitching, screaming and falling to the ground. Each of them had at least a dozen bullet holes gushing out of blood at the same time. This injury may not be fatal, but it is enough to make them inactive.

Load and pull the trigger again.

Han Ying howled like a madman, strode down the steps, and the muzzle continuously ejected flames and iron sand. This obviously lost control of the madness made the thugs frightened. They retreated one after another, fleeing back and forth between the carriage and the wall, looking for a safe bullet avoidance point. People were constantly hit by bullets, and rolling on the ground crying.

"Roar up, rush up to me----"

The extremely corrupt Hu He hid behind the car dozens of meters away, shrank his head and roared at the top of his lungs: "She has only one person and doesn't have many bullets. She will rush to me, just fucking me----"

A thug squatted beside Hu He, curled up to avoid the shotguns shot from the sky. His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, not the fearless, fierce and cruel look a few minutes ago. He wanted to retreat under the chassis of the car like a frightened mouse, screaming uncontrollably: "Boss, she has a gun, she has a gun. Help...I, I don't want to die."

"You're afraid of a dick!"

A fierce light appeared in Hu He's eyes. He grabbed the back of the neck of the thug who had already entered the car, grabbed a brick on the ground next to him, and slammed heavily on the other party's head. His forehead immediately opened and blood flowed. Hu He didn't relieve his anger, and then swung the bricks and continued to smash the thug's face, making a terrible "puff" sound. The bridge of the man's nose collapsed, and all the teeth in his mouth were broken, and a large stream of sticky blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth.

"I have to kill that woman, otherwise we will all die———"

Perhaps this evil curse did have an effect. The shotgun in Han Ying's hand suddenly got stuck. She pulled the trigger several times in anger, but always made a hollow metal sound. A thug squatting behind the wall seized the opportunity and rushed over, swung the stick and hit the knee hard. She screamed and fell down slanted.

"Run in, everything inside is ours----"

Looking at the open door not far away, Hu He let out a hysterical laugh. He walked up to cover his knees and rolled back and forth on the ground. Han Ying, who screamed, opened her right hand and grabbed her long hair, grabbed her upper body, stared at the face full of pain, tears, dust and hatred for a few seconds, smiled gloomyly, and ordered the thugs waiting next to her: "Catch her up and tie her up."

A tall and thin thug picked up the shotgun that fell to the ground, looked at Han Ying's mature chest, swallowed her saliva hard, and said with a grin: "Boss, this girl is very disobedient and hurt many of our brothers. She should make her suffer a little. Hehehe... The man's suffering."

"no!"

Hu He flatly rejected: "There are still a few people outside. Those guys have guns. We need hostages now. As long as we take the initiative to control the situation, we can do whatever we want to do at that time."

As he said that, he threw Han Ying down and walked to Lao Song who had been caught by the thugs, stuck his thumbs with iron wire, and tied them to the back of the telephone pole on the roadside.

At the intersection more than ten meters away, there were three zombies with smashed heads lying. The other end was penetrated by a sharpened steel pipe by the thug from behind, and it was firmly nailed in the green belt and could not move. He could only look at the "food" that was close to him and opened his mouth and howled.

The woman sat on the side of the road. Her eyes were dull, her mouth and chest were covered with blood. Many of her hair was pulled out of the roots, and dense dark red blood spots oozed out of the surface of her scalp. Her cheeks that were smashed were bruised and swollen, as if they were ripe and cracked, and they were squeezed by gravity. She raised her head, opened her puffed mouth with only a few broken teeth, smiled flatteringly at Hu He, and kept nodding, like a dog who was waving his tail and begging for mercy.

While gasping for difficulty, Old Song stared at Hu He standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

"Old bastard, you are even more brave than I thought."

Hu He took the assault rifle from hook, poked Lao Song's face with the gun, and a cruel and cold smile appeared: "Don't worry! You can't die for the time being, you have to live, live the way I need it."

The old man seemed to see through the thoughts in his head, shook his head sarcastically, and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, spitting on the disgusting face.

"You...you should die———"

Hu He, who was furious, immediately roared. He wiped away the dirt on his cheeks, swung his right fist, and slammed heavily into Lao Song's abdomen. The dying prisoner didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only let his body twitch and curl up involuntarily.

Hu He, who had not yet relieved his hatred, looked around. He saw the zombie struggling with a steel pipe inserted into the mud, strode over, snatched the fire axe from a thug, cut off the zombie's head directly, smiled cruelly, and carried the head that was constantly opening his mouth to bite the fresh meat to Lao Song, and pressed it heavily on his shoulder.

..

Li Xiaomei hugged in the corner of the wall of the small building hall with her baby in her face and neck. Her body was tight and her eyes were filled with fear. She hugged the swaddle in her left arm, holding Browning in her right hand, maintaining a flat state to be fired. She tried to maintain this almost stiff posture to ensure she had enough safe space.

More than a dozen men stood opposite each other, with the corners of the wall as the core, forming an airtight circle. Evil and lust, cold and violent eyes flashed in their eyes.

Of course, there were also a few people with pity and their expressions were full of anger.

Du Tianhao has never joined the battle. He has recognized Han Ying as the girl he met in the supermarket that day, and he also wants to beg Hu He to let him go. However, the zombie head that was grabbed by Hu He and was eating food made him feel instinctively afraid. These people were already red in their eyes, and it was impossible to make their conscience discover and do some kind of good deeds.

He could only walk into the building by stepping on other people's footprints. At this time, any voice of doubt or objection would lead to siege and killing.

The same is true for Liao Qiu and Fatty.

Many people were laughing and laughing. The rice, noodles bags and cans piled in the hall attracted all hungry eyes like magnets. The faucet was twisted to the maximum, and the thugs took turns drinking in front of the pool. They wanted to plunder everything in the room, opened the cabinets and chewed cold steamed buns and cold porridge, scrambled for clothes that were not their own, and ran around in the rooms upstairs and downstairs, like a group of madmen who had just escaped from the mental hospital.

The circle surrounding Li Xiaomei became increasingly dense. Because it was summer, her clothes were very thin, and two tempting bumps could be seen vaguely on her shirt. Because she had just fed the baby, a small piece of wet water stains oozed around. This caused extremely strong stimulation and temptation for the thugs who wanted to rage. They laughed and talked unscrupulously, but were afraid of the guns in each other's hands. No one stepped forward, and no one stepped back.

Like Han Ying's initial thought, Li Xiaomei didn't dare to shoot at this moment. Words such as "killing someone to pay for his life", "rule of law society", and "in prison" kept hovering in her mind. She felt that the right hand holding the gun was getting heavier and he might fall down at any time, so she could only bite her lower lip tightly to allow the pain to stimulate the nerves to remain awake.

A strong man standing outside the circle urged loudly: "Everyone is here together, this woman will never dare to move around."

Opposition immediately broke out from the side: "Okay! Then come first, rush forward to block the bullet."

The strong man's face was obviously a little cringed, but he still had to act like he was showing off and roared angrily: "She didn't dare to move when we got together. This woman looks good and the child is very tender. She's a pussy. She's been in the gym for so many days. I have to make a few pieces of fresh meat to eat."

These messy words penetrated into Du Tianhao's heart like needles, which was extremely harsh, like gasoline, making the anger burn more and more vigorously.

"Enough———"

He squeezed out of the crowd, waved his thick sticks, blocked Li Xiaomei like a mountain, and shouted at the thug who had completely lost his mind: "Look clearly, this is just a woman, a child. Are you bastards so good? Get out of the way, get out of the way———"

Liao Qiu and the fat man looked at each other, a little worried and a little afraid. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to Du Tianhao and stood with his back to the woman huddled in the corner of the wall, forming a protective circle.

The noisy crowd gradually became silent, and slowly separated enough width, revealing Hu He and Hu Zi and other subordinates.

"What do you want to do? Want to be a hero?"

Hu He held the assault rifle that originally belonged to Lao Song, and swept across the three people in a gloomy order, and finally stayed on Du Tianhao who was in the middle: "Don't say I won't give you a chance. Now get out of the way, there is also yours here."

Du Tianhao's eyes twitched slightly, and he glared at the person opposite him.

He didn't know what was wrong with this world? He didn't understand why those terrifying zombies appeared?

He only knows that he is a human, not a beast, nor a dog that is driven by others.

You have to do something yourself... regardless of life or death.

The atmosphere in the room became dull. Some people shrank, some were eager to try, and some people showed thoughtful gazes in their eyes.

When impulse and excitement pass, the calm mind will rethink.

Hu He clearly felt this change. The longer he delayed, the more unfavorable he was. There was no need to waste his words at this time.

A trace of hideousness flashed through his eyes, he took a step back, and waved his arm forward heavily: "Kill him———"

Next to him, Hu Zi and his subordinates nodded understandingly, swung the stick without saying a word, and rushed towards the three people in front of him from different angles.

Du Tianhao roared almost at the same time. His low and primitive roar and his tall and strong physique made him look like a furious giant ape. He rushed towards Hu He's position, waving the thick wooden stick in his hand desperately to sweep the people in front of him one by one. But more weapons also came from other positions. He felt a heavy stick in his left shoulder and his right abdomen was stabbed by some sharp hard object. Finally, his ankle bone was hit by a sweeping chair, and he fell to the ground like weightlessness. A wire that had been prepared was immediately put on his neck and tightened it around.

He is brave and strong, but he is not an invincible superman after all.

It was difficult to breathe, and the air in the lungs was decreasing sharply. Du Tianhao's eyes were filled with darkness. He clasped the wires that had been strapped into the flesh with both hands, turned his head with difficulty, and saw Liao Qiu being pressed over by several people, and screaming heart-wrenchingly under the trampling of countless feet.

As for the fat man... his head was completely smashed by the barbell, his eyes were embedded in the bridge of his nose in an extremely strange way, and his entire side face was flush with the ground. At first glance, it looked like a thick meat pie that was baked on the ground.

Blood foam kept pouring out from the corner of Du Tianhao's mouth. He raised his head, looked at Hu He beggingly, and said faintly: "Please...please let her go...that's just a...child."

Hook came over with a grin, holding the barbell brought out of the gym in his hand. He just used this thing to smash the fat man to death. The lead-black metal round surface was also hung with a half-thorny tongue.

"Bang----"

The huge gunfire sounded in the room, and then the pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air. The nine-mm bullet that had come out of the chamber roared into the front of the hook's chest, knocking him upside down several meters away, and could no longer get up.

"Whoever dares to take another step forward, I will kill him-----"
Chapter completed!