zombie frenzy

Chapter 176
The sky gradually brightened.

Inside the clouds, several huge aircrafts were flying in front of them covered with the morning glow. Behind them, two aircrafts were dragged by thick steel cables. From the tails of the two aircrafts, thick black smoke kept rising. The white clouds in the sky were dyed gray.

The speed of the aircraft gradually slowed down, and it hovered over a tall building in the center.

Anderson stood on the edge of the roof, looking with a livid face at several places in New York City that were still emitting green smoke from time to time, his five fingers grasped the guardrail, the stainless steel railing creaked, and he scratched deep finger marks .

"My lord, you can start now." An evolutionary said cautiously behind him.

The aircraft on the roof of the building had already activated its rotors, and gusts of strong wind were blowing from under the huge rotors to the surroundings. As soon as he boarded the cabin, he could take off immediately.

"Let's go."

Anderson closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around and strode into the cabin.

Severe punishment might be waiting for him after returning home. Anderson knew very well that this time might be the last time he saw the outside world. He even thought about defecting to Fryer, but thinking of his relatives at home, he hesitated. After a long time, I finally mustered up the courage and set foot on the road home.

The cabin slowly closed, and Anderson buckled into the seat belt, leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and said nothing.

None of the evolutionaries dared to touch the mold, and issued an order in a low voice, the aircraft quickly rose to the sky, the aircraft above the head spread out to make way for the passage, then the rotors turned, followed behind it, the speed slowly increased, and gradually left This terrifying world where soldiers and generals were lost.

"Tell everyone, when you go back, put all the responsibility on me." Anderson said wearily without opening his eyes.

"My lord." The evolutionary shouted tremblingly.

Anderson waved his hand, "Don't talk about it, just do it like this. Anyway, I can't escape this time, so there's no need to drag you down."

The evolutionary didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and fell silent for a while, then turned on the communicator, and whispered Anderson's words.

Anderson turned his head, opened his eyes and looked out of the window silently, his hands were clasped together, and blood slowly flowed from his palms.

The aircraft was flying above the clouds, the metropolis below had disappeared, the fuselage began to vibrate slightly, the huge rotors were turning, and it was about to start accelerating.

A large group of white pigeons pierced through the clouds, circled in the air, and flew towards this side at high speed.

Anderson was stunned for a long time. It was the first time he saw so many pigeons gathered together, and it was the first time he saw pigeons flying so high.

The pigeons quickly approached the fleet, and rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

He is not worried that the pigeons will crash the aircraft. This new type of flying device with huge rotors is not comparable to those ordinary aircraft. It can even be said that this is a cross-generational product. It will not be produced, only after the prototype is developed, it will be locked in a safe, and it will not be unlocked until other companies or countries catch up with their technology, and they will once again leave their opponents behind.

"Damn businessman." Anderson muttered in a low voice, tilted his head, and looked out the window silently, waiting for a large rain of blood to appear.

The huge rotor does not have a traditional propeller inside, but uses the jet of air to lift the huge fuselage. Any object approaching the rotor has only one result, that is, it will be smashed into pieces by the high-speed jet of air , Even if a piece of steel plate is thrown in, it cannot escape the tearing end.

As the pigeons flew closer and closer, Anderson's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a sense of uneasiness.

He focused his eyes on it in surprise, and the one that flew swiftly in the clouds was not only a piece of white feather, but also mixed with a little red light spot.

"Zombie?"

Anderson stood up suddenly, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, turned his head to look at the evolutionary man who controlled the aircraft, and said in surprise, "Look at those pigeons, is there something wrong?"

He still wasn't sure what he saw was real.

As the former controller of the European Dark Night Organization, Anderson clearly knows that on the earth, at least so far, there has not been a single case of zombies other than humans, as if the virus can recognize the difference between humans and animals, just to exterminate humans , and did not infect any other species.

"Pigeon?" The co-pilot turned his head suspiciously and looked out the window.

A large expanse of white rushed towards the face, and the scene looked extremely spectacular.

The co-pilot only glanced twice before his face turned pale, he turned around and tapped a red button in the center of the cockpit vigorously, shouting in a panic, "Enemy attack, enemy attack."

In his field of vision, the pigeons did not fly into the rotor and be stirred into a rain of blood, but flapped their wings, drew an arc high in the sky, and quickly hit the aircraft.

The extremely solid fuselage did not smash the white pigeon into patties, but instead knocked out pits on its surface.

The white pigeon rolled back a few times, as if it was irritated by the aircraft, it opened its mouth and screamed, flapped its wings, and rushed towards the aircraft again.

Just as he glanced sideways, the white dove rolled back, and then rushed to the huge aircraft, piercing its sharp claws into the fuselage, hanging its small body firmly on it, with its sharp beak Pecking frantically, a big hole was pecked out in an instant and slipped in.

A large group of white pigeons fluttered densely on the aircraft, and disappeared from the field of vision in a blink of an eye. The aircraft began to shake from side to side. The ground smashed down.

"Zombies, these pigeons are zombies." The co-pilot shouted to the captain beside him in horror.

The captain didn't even look at it, he firmly grasped the joystick in his hand and pushed it down vigorously. The aircraft shook and then plunged into the clouds.

Anderson stood firmly on both feet in the cabin, and the rapidly tilting aircraft did not let him fall down. He grabbed the back of the seat with one hand, stared straight at the white pigeons that kept pounced on the aircraft, his face was ashen ashes .

It’s over.

The only thought in his mind was that he was finished. Now, he was afraid that these flying machines would be lost in the end. Even if he could escape back, there would be nothing but death waiting for him.

The mecha fixed to a corner of the cabin made a crisp crashing sound as it descended rapidly. Anderson glanced sideways, but had no intention of putting it on at all.

Going back is also death, maybe if you die here, you can still get the title of a hero.

Anderson sat back on the seat. He stretched out his hand to fasten the seat belt, turned his head and looked out the window silently, watching the pigeons quickly engulf the aircraft one after another.

Seven or eight aircraft spread out and flew wildly around. The steel cables that were dragging the two aircraft that had lost power were suddenly untied by their companions. Under the horrified eyes of the people inside, a group of white pigeons rushed forward Staring at a pair of small red eyes, he kept pecking at the glass on the fuselage.

Holes were pecked out of the fuselage, and the glass was instantly covered with cracks, densely packed, and shattered with a bang.

Dozens of white pigeons flapped their wings and rushed in, not afraid of the shards of glass splashing around them. Their open claws were extremely sharp, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

The control stick of the aircraft was pushed by the captain while evading, the huge fuselage tilted up, and began to hit the ground. A thick steel cable fell off from the front and swung a few times in the air. The extremely heavy steel cable dragged down the aircraft , making it fall faster and faster.

The white pigeons stopped and frantically pecked at the corpses of several evolutionaries. The violent wind blew in through the broken windows. Their sharp claws pierced the cabin floor, devouring the flesh and blood without stopping for a moment. , only a few bones remained on the ground.

The aircraft rushed to the ground at high speed, making a loud whistling sound. On the street, zombies raised their heads and looked at the huge falling objects, bewildered.

boom.

The aircraft hit the middle of a building, glass splashed, a violent explosion sounded, and the flames boiled up, quickly engulfing several floors.

At the moment before the impact and explosion, a large white object flew out of it, flapped its wings, rushed into the clouds and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hundreds of white pigeons scattered to chase the flying aircraft in a hurry. The sound of guns and guns in the sky was endless. The belly of the aircraft was opened, and six-barreled cannons stretched out, spraying long beams of light. arc, bombarding the chasing pigeons overwhelmingly.

The dirty blood exploded in the sky, pieces of white feathers dotted with black, and quickly flew to the distance following the strong wind around.

The white doves scatter in all directions with a bang. Although the six-barreled cannon sprayed out a series of light arcs, there was no way to capture these lightning-flying white doves.

"Aim, idiot, aim and hit me." Someone shouted loudly in the cabin.

"Damn it, they're too fast." The machine gunner cursed, manipulating the six-barreled machine gun and blasting at the pigeons that were chasing after him.

White lightning flashed across the arc of light one by one, and quickly disappeared on the display screen.

The machine gunner looked at his companion with a pale face. Amidst the sound of the guns, there was a crisp pecking sound from the belly of the machine. After a few seconds, the machine gun that had been spraying flames stopped, and the belly of the machine began to peck. Violent explosion.

Bang bang bang.

The Evolutionaries didn't wait for the white doves to come in, they smashed open the cabin one by one, and jumped down from the sky with their heavy mechs.

They didn't even dare to turn on the boosters, they just opened their arms and quickly dived towards the ground.

Behind them, a large group of white pigeons gave up their huge aircraft, folded their wings, and chased them at a speed faster than they fell.

Anderson stared blankly at the tragic scenes outside the window, his mind went blank, he gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly.

"My lord, what should I do? I can't get rid of them." The co-pilot shouted loudly.

Anderson turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were empty, like a dead person.

The co-pilot was stunned for a moment, then looked back at his companions, the two nodded, left the cockpit suddenly, and rushed to the mecha behind.

The huge aircraft roared towards the ground, and the trees, houses, and cars quickly became larger.

The pigeons were about to catch up, but suddenly they spread their wings one by one, drew an arc, and flew away quickly.

Rumble.

The aircraft crashed into the soil, the fuselage was broken into several pieces, and large pieces of metal flew out, and the flames rose into the air to form a huge mushroom cloud, all the way up to a height of more than [-] meters.

(End of this chapter)