PS: I was positive today, with an incubation period of three days, 38.9°, backache, headache, I couldn’t stand still, I felt very uncomfortable, so I went to bed.

early morning!

The air after the apocalypse is much fresher than imagined.

This change is very obvious.

It should be closely related to the shutdown of various factories and the lack of automobile exhaust emissions.

During this period, the blue sky and white clouds are as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

at this time.

Several figures were running wildly in the desolate desert. Each one was very strong and very fast, pulling out streaks of flying yellow sand. If you didn't look carefully, you would think they were vehicles.

Soon, they stopped and stood on the desert mounds looking at the small city in front of them.

It was a very small city with a pitifully small number of residents, only about 100,000 people in peacetime. Who would want to live in such a harsh environment?

It is indeed beyond expectation that such a small city can give birth to creators.

"There is a very scary creature sleeping here."

Cui Xiaofei looked solemn and fixed his gaze on the dust-covered city. It seemed like an ordinary city, but it contained great terror.

If you can choose.

He certainly doesn't want to meet the Creator right now.

This is true even if this is a weak creator.

"I've been to this place before, Madre. It's a scam. The agent tricked me into coming here, saying that I could earn over ten thousand a month by working here, and I could make one payment a day, or three hundred and fifty a day. I was really unlucky. It turned out

If you get three hundred and fifty and still get a hundred and fifty from the agency, and you get two hundred, do you think these people deserve to die?"

"Haha, what a hard-working wage earner. I have never experienced such a life. I used to be a rich second generation."

"Whether it's the rich second generation or the hard-working wage earner, it's the end of the world and there's nothing. Only the ability to ride a horse is real."

"Made, if I could go back to the past, I would still want to live my old life. I hugged me from left to right, drunkenly and dreamily, and was as happy as a god. Today's life is really miserable."

Conversing casually.

Wait for fire coverage.

There is no tension at all about meeting the creator.

The sound of aircraft flying came.

They looked up and saw a plane approaching quickly not far away.

"What kind of plane is this?"

"I don't know. I'm not a military enthusiast. The organization must have gotten it from the air force base."

"Why don't we just get this one? It would be nice to get a few more to clean up the scene thoroughly."

"Do you think anyone can fly a fighter jet? If the organization can find one, it's already good."

Indeed, training a pilot capable of flying fighter jets requires a huge price.

Let alone an environment like this in the last days.

There are not many humans left who have been wiped out. How many of them can fly fighter jets?

Boom!

Boom!

As the firepower covered it, the small town ahead erupted instantly, and flames shot into the sky, covering the buildings in an instant.

The power of thermal weapons is quite fierce.

Most zombies cannot withstand such firepower.

Besides a few higher-level zombies, who else could be there?

"roar!"

"roar!"

At this moment, ferocious and violent roars came from the city covered by artillery fire.

The voice is very loud.

It reached everyone's ears like thunder.

If there were birds in this city, they would definitely spread their wings and fly amid the roar, creating a very shocking scene.

Boom!

Boom!

Looking from a distance, the dilapidated buildings in the city were blown down and turned into ruins.

The terrifying firepower has awakened the creator. There is a thick fleshy tentacle waving in the distance, and every swing can make a dull roar in the air.

"Haha, that guy is restless. When are you going to reach out?"

There are mutants who can't wait to fight the creator, just to prove their own strength and let the creator have a good taste of his horror.

"Don't worry, let the fighter fire cover it again. The creator has been attracted. It must not be wasted." The man in organization glasses said with a smile.

The fighter jets that had gone away knew that the creator had appeared, turned around, and prepared to continue the attack.

"Haha, let the human missiles play with you. The feeling of being surrounded by fire must be very comfortable."

The man with organizational glasses will not fight against the creator.

He is what is commonly known as the onlookers.

And at this moment.

Sudden changes occur.

The creator, who was enraged by the firepower, burst out with a horrifying roar, his thick and long tentacles swinging in the air, and the spikes attached to the surface came out of his body.

"No, something is going to happen."

Cui Xiaofei knew he was going to die as soon as he saw this situation. The speed of the spikes was really too fast, and the penetration was absolutely terrifying. Even if the fuselage of the fighter jet was made of special materials, it would never be able to stop it.

really.

Black smoke was emitting from the fuselage, and flames were already appearing.

The panicked pilot hurriedly parachuted out, bouncing into the air with a bang, while the fighter jet pulled out a line of thick black smoke in the air and crashed towards the ground in the distance.

The skydiving pilot suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he was really safe.

"careful."

Suddenly, a shout came from my ears.

The driver looked back, his eyes widened, unable to suppress the look of horror, which completely burst out.

"Fuck..."

Classic Chinese quintessence.

The fleshy mouthparts soaring into the sky directly swallowed the driver in one bite, quickly and accurately. If it is swallowed by the creator, it will be impossible to live, and it will eventually become a part of the creator's body.

The awakened creator had extremely strong senses and instantly locked onto the humans in the distance. His huge body moved quickly, and his body sunk deep into the ground, like an excavator, kept lifting up the soil in front of him.

"The battle has begun, it's time for you to show off." The man in the organization glasses stepped back, urging the eleven perfect mutants to start hunting down the creator.

He just needs to monitor the scene.

Cui Xiaofei said in a loud voice: "Be careful, this creator can release the spikes on the flesh. The speed and destructive power are very strong. If you barely touch it, you will be penetrated. Even if we are mutants, we may not be able to

I can hold on."

The battle is about to begin.

He must remind these guys that if they are careless and get first blood by the creator, it will have a huge impact on them.

Bang!

Bang!

For a moment.

They have arrived in the city, and with the help of the city's environment, they can have buildings to hide from, which is a great advantage against the creators.

…

in the city.

Lin Fan came out early to clean up the zombies. The city had not yet been cleaned up. At the same time, he also wanted to find Yang Mei's lost companions.

They have been separated for a long time.

But he always looked for it with hope.

"It would be great if I could see them."
To be continued...