zombie frenzy

Chapter 161 Downsizing Again
"Who else is there?"

The captain's hoarse voice came out of the headset, full of fatigue and even thicker with anger.

Several team members were stunned for a moment, and they continued to tear up without hesitation, and hurriedly hugged their names, but the number inside was forever missing four.

"Come up, I'll wait for you on the second floor."

The captain retreated to the stairs and leaned against a concrete pillar, his face had faded from anger and turned gray.

The person has not seen it yet, and seven of them have been broken. Among the remaining ones, one was hit by a steel bar. He didn't know how to do business when he went back. The mech, otherwise, I'm afraid it would not be gray, but dead gray.

"team leader."

Several figures ran up from the stairs in a state of embarrassment. Except for one who was intact, the remaining one was shaved and bald, and the other two had bruised noses and swollen faces. The mechas all disappeared, and they were only wearing a tights. The remaining equipment is only the big sword in his hand and the glasses on his face.

The captain parted his lips, and waved his hand sadly, "Let's go, get out immediately if you catch someone."

Two of the team he led were killed, and one was vomiting blood outside. It would be good if these few survived, he didn't even bother to ask where the mech went.

Outside the iron gate, the zombies roared non-stop, and the flames rose. These monsters took a step back in horror, and then continued to push the iron gate. The thick iron chains on it were rattled. Seeing the figure, he didn't become crazy, but instinctively hit the iron door, wanting to get closer to the place where the sound came from.

A little further away, dozens of mutated zombies are rushing towards them at high speed, but as the place returns to silence, the footsteps of those monsters gradually slow down, slowly, from running to slow walking, and finally stop in a daze. They stayed where they were, staring blankly at their companions who were crowded in front of the iron gate, only a dozen meters away from them.

"How many more?" Quentin asked in a low voice.

"No count." Kaplin shook his head, two green lights came out of his eyes, "At least three died, this is enough."

"The rest are hard to deal with."

Quentin was not as confident as him. He tilted his head and listened nervously to the movement below, "Let's separate, whoever survives will get the food."

Before Kaplin could speak, he picked up the sharp blade and walked away quickly, disappearing in the corridor in a blink of an eye.

"The guy who is afraid of death, I don't know how he has survived until now." Kaplin licked his lips, looked at the direction he left with disdain, and poohed on the ground, "If you weren't vigilant, I would have died a long time ago." If you are full, why are you so hungry that you can't even hold a knife?"

He and Quentin are not friends. After the catastrophe, it is impossible to survive alone. These survivors gradually gathered together and formed a small team. However, their team was very unfortunate, and there was too little food around. In the end, Kaplin, whose eyes were green with hunger, jumped out first, and directly killed the weakest one in front of everyone.

From that day on, all the people started to be wary of each other, but there were zombies all around and they didn't dare to go far, and because there was food here, no one was willing to leave. They were just betting that the other party would become food and continue to live.

Kaplin tiptoed to the side of the stairs, where several cardboard boxes were discarded. The cardboard boxes were so small that even a seven or eight-year-old child could not hide in it.

Looking left and right, he didn't find Quentin. He opened a cardboard box, stepped in with both feet, curled up strangely, and even folded it into the cardboard box.

Slight footsteps came from the stairs, and several figures rushed up quickly.

The two team members each turned to one side, and the scanned results were projected in the mirror, and they whispered, "It's safe."

The captain looked left and right, pointed to the left, the two players with bruised noses and swollen faces nodded, and slowly moved towards that side, the remaining two took the initiative to walk in another direction without the captain's order.

"Strange, where did the person go?" The captain leaned on the handrail of the stairs, frowning and looking around.

The stairway is empty, there is no way to hide people, only a few cardboard boxes are discarded in a mess on the right, not stacked together, and very small.

The captain touched the unhealed wound on his face, raised his big sword, and walked over quietly.

He can't forget the scene in the supermarket. When he saw the cardboard box, his anger burst out inexplicably. When he couldn't find the enemy, he took the cardboard box as the object of venting.

Swish.

The big sword swung, the blade vibrated slightly, and the cardboard box was cut into pieces of paper in an instant, flying randomly in the air with the strong wind.

Looking at the confetti in front of him, the captain's depression eased a little, the sword drooped, and he was about to turn around and leave.

wow.

In the end, the solitary cardboard box burst open suddenly, and a black shadow jumped out of it, and with the confetti flying all over the sky, with a cold light, it quickly stabbed at his neck.

Kaplin had seen the heavy mechas on them, and he went straight to the captain's throat as soon as he made a move. The sharp blade was fast and accurate, no worse than the evolutionary.

Although no evolution fluid was injected, these people have been struggling to survive among the zombies since the day of the catastrophe. They killed an unknown number of monsters, and their strength has long been improved, and their abilities have been awakened.

Like Kaplin, what he awakens is shrunken bones, able to curl up his body and squeeze into places that children cannot enter. This is also one of the reasons why he can grab more food than others every time he goes out. Those vents and sewer pipes, Everything has become his excellent route.

The captain was shocked, turned his body sharply, and turned his face to one side forcefully.

laugh.

The sharp blade brushed against his cheek, leaving a deep gash on his face, the flesh rolled up, and even the bones were exposed.

"Go away."

The captain became furious, and the people clinging to him couldn't use the big sword, so he lifted his knees and pushed forward forcefully.

Bang.

Kaplin laughed and flew out, but instead of being kicked away by him, he pressed his knee with one hand and retreated back with his strength.

There is a round hole on the wall behind him, which is a reserved ventilation duct. Kaplin's figure flashed, and he hung on the round hole. He smiled sinisterly at the captain, shrank his body, and quickly got through go out.

"Captain, captain." The two men shouted loudly and rushed over.

"Damn it, let him run away again." The captain covered the blood on his face, swung his big sword, and slashed at the stair railing.

"what……"

At the other end of the corridor, where the two men with bruised noses and faces were walking towards, there was a sudden scream.

The captain was startled, and his figure exploded, ignoring the wound on his face, he rushed over quickly.

Dangdang.

At the end of the passage, a team member fell into a pool of blood. It was impossible to tell where the injury was, but just by looking at his face in the blood, he knew that he was hopeless. A little behind, two figures fought into a ball, and the big sword Continuously intersecting with the sharp blade, making a clanging sound.

"Hold him and don't let him get away."

The captain shouted loudly, jumped up, stomped left and right on both sides of the wall, and rushed up like lightning.

Quentin watched several figures rushing towards him, the sharp blade flickered, and he was about to turn around and flee towards the window.

The team member who was entangled was also stubborn. With a roar, without the mecha, he directly pushed up with his body.

The muscles tightened, and the sharp blade was firmly clamped in the body. The team members swung their swords, but instead of slashing the enemy, they danced into a light and shadow, blocking the window.

Quentin's pupils constricted, he looked at the blocked window, and then at the approaching figure, he suddenly laughed grinningly, his body moved forward instead of retreating, his wrist turned, and the sharp blade dug out a huge hole in the player's body.

Blood spurted out and sprayed Quentin's face. Instead of dodging, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his face into his mouth, like a zombie.

The team members became terrified, and the bravery that had just gathered disappeared in an instant. Seeing the opponent's crazily approaching, he involuntarily took a step back, and shouted loudly, "Captain, hurry up."

One step is life and death, once the courage faded away, the movements became slow, Quentin flew into his arms, pulled out the sharp blade, puff puff puff, stabbed him more than a dozen times in the chest in an instant, directly killing him The chest was poked into a sieve.

Quentin didn't turn around and run away, and he knew he couldn't escape.

Grabbing the bloody corpse with one hand, he blocked him in front of him. At the same time, he put his mouth on the wound, gulped down the blood, and looked at him coldly with slightly green eyes.

The captain rushed forward quickly, the big sword in his hand didn't stop at all, and he slashed obliquely at Quentin, and he didn't have any scruples about the corpses under his hands.

scoff.

The man was cut in two, Quentin reached out to hold the sword, and the man took a few steps back.

"What are you looking at? Don't make a move yet?" The captain shouted angrily, and continued to chase after him. Two team members with pale faces were woken up by him, and hurriedly surrounded them with big swords.

Quentin's mouth was full of blood, and he struggled left and right in the light of the sword, with bloodstains all over his body, and the blood kept shooting out.

Among the three evolutionaries, one of them is still wearing a mecha, even if he has three heads and six arms, he can't resist it.

Click.

Captain Jian Guang flicked up, swung his sharp blade away, turned his wrist, and cut off Quentin's right arm with a sword.

The two team members put the big sword on his shoulders from left to right, pressed down hard, and at the same time kicked his knees with their toes. With a bang, Quentin knelt on the ground.

"Say, where is the corpse king?" The captain pointed his sword at Quentin's throat and shouted loudly.

Quentin licked the blood from his mouth, and said with a weird smile, "The corpse king? Are you looking for the corpse king?"

"Say it quickly, or I will kill you." The team member moved forward with a big sword, and the blade was attached to his neck. The sharp blade cut a bloody hole on his neck, and the blood kept flowing down.

"It's waiting for you downstairs."

Quentin smiled, and suddenly showed a relieved expression. The captain shouted in his heart that it was not good, and quickly retracted the big sword in his hand.

puff.

Quentin rushed forward quickly, the tip of the sword passed through his throat, and a large stream of blood shot out, dyeing the wall behind him red.

Blood was constantly gushing out of his mouth, he looked up at the captain, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, he lowered his head, and swallowed his breath.

"damn it."

The captain kicked the corpse away angrily, held the big sword, bent down to look at the two men who had cooled down, took off their glasses, and strode back.

"Captain, what should we do?" The team members glanced at each other, moved their lips a few times, and finally chased after him.

"There is one more, let me search from top to bottom."

The captain took two steps, turned around and said, "This guy's body can shrink, you should pay attention to the narrow passage holes, don't be careless."

There was still a bloody wound on Momo's face, and the captain was writhing with anger.

"Help, Captain, help me."

Suddenly a man's cry for help came from downstairs, the captain was startled, he rushed to the window and looked down, a black man was holding a sharp knife next to the man's neck, raised his head, looking at him with a sinister smile .

(End of this chapter)