zombie frenzy

Chapter 189 Bowstring
Flair reached out and touched the two red lines around his mouth, "You mean something like a mosquito's mouthparts grew out of my mouth?"

His face was a little cloudy and uncertain, the muscles on his face twitched, and because of the two extra red lines on his handsome face, he looked even more bewitching.

"It can't be said to be a mosquito." The doctor thought carefully.

At that time, the situation was so critical that he couldn't breathe. He just vaguely saw that strange object piercing his neck. He knew the danger, but he didn't see it clearly. The doctor thought hard, and said hesitantly, "There is something like this in front of us." It is the mouthparts of mosquitoes, and there seems to be a soft tube connected at the back, which can turn freely."

Fryer's eyelids twitched.

After the last transformation, the person has mutated, except for the zombie form, even his own appearance has changed.

Thinking of this, he touched the red line in front of his eyes.

"Let me see your status." The doctor walked up. Although the instrument was damaged, he still simply checked his various data at the first time.

Heartbeat, blood pressure, temperature.

Fryer sat back on the chair, silently watching the doctor busy beside him.

He said in a low voice, "Thank you."

After waking up, he felt [-] terrified. If the doctor hadn't given him an injection at a critical moment, he might have become a zombie now. Even if he didn't kill the doctor himself, he might regret it too much.

The doctor froze for a moment, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and continued to get busy.

"Let's go, I've been here for a long time, it's time to go up." After the doctor finished his work, Fryer went to the corner and changed into a new set of clothes, and strode towards the elevator.

The doctor followed behind, looking at the data in his hand suspiciously, "Strange, there is no difference from the data of the last experimenter, but why did it fail? Could it be that after the last mutation, the difference between the two will become larger? Or , you are not human anymore?"

Flair twitched, strode into the elevator, scanned fingerprints, pupils, and voice, pretending not to hear what the doctor said.

Ding.

The elevator door was open, and the brunette was already standing at the door to welcome them.

"Is there anything going on during this time?" Flair walked into the office, pulled out the executive chair, and threw his tired body into it.

The girl didn't seem to notice Flair's tired look, she opened the folder in her hand, and carefully reported everything that happened after Flair left.

"You mean, the zombies suddenly started to mutate?" the doctor hurriedly asked.

He turned to look at Fryer in doubt, shaking his head constantly, "Impossible, how could it be so fast?"

"Turn on monitoring."

"Yes, my lord."

The girl turned on the huge display screen in front of her. The screen was divided into sixteen small screens, and each small screen showed the whereabouts of the zombies.

A strange-looking zombie appeared in front of his eyes, with a new head growing out of his shoulders. It stared at its blood-red eyes, waved its arms, and led a large group of zombies forward.

The golden retriever, the size of a calf, was panting with its mouth open. Mucus kept flowing out of its mouth, dripping on the ground and emitting puffs of blue smoke.

In the sky, dozens of white pigeons flitted past the screen, swooping down from high altitude from time to time, grabbed a piece of brain and quickly flew to the clouds.

"Zoom in, zoom in even more." The doctor pointed at the golden retriever and the white dove and shouted, his eyes showing excitement.

The whole person was almost lying on the display screen, he looked and looked, turned around and said excitedly, "I want them, I want them now."

"Arrange it, and find a way to get them no matter what." Fryer stood up, staring at the animal zombies that appeared on the screen and said.

"Yes, my lord." The girl hesitated and asked, "If there is no way to capture him alive...?"

"It doesn't matter whether you live or die, as long as you bring back the blood tissue." Fryer waved his hand, the girl nodded, and stepped back lightly.

"It's amazing, it's amazing."

The doctor walked back and forth in the office, so excited that he could only speak these few words.

"Didn't it mean that such a mutation will take at least half a year?" Fryer asked suspiciously after the girl left.

"I don't know, but they are obviously ahead of schedule." The doctor rubbed his hands, looking at the frozen frame, "Great, as long as I have their blood, I will be able to develop an advanced version of the evolution fluid."

He stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Fryer and said, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have experimented just now."

Flair shook his head, "No, on the contrary, I think we did the right thing. If we fall behind them, I'm afraid there will be no room for us to survive here."

Opening the drawer on the left, he took out a needle tube wrapped in metal, rolled up the sleeve casually, and inserted the needle into the skin.

Dark red blood quickly flowed into the needle tube, the doctor breathed a little fast, staring at the blood inside.

"take it."

Fryer threw the needle at the doctor, who was so frightened that he caught it in a hurry, held it up in front of his eyes, and laughed as he watched the blood rolling inside.

The doctor who got the blood left in a hurry, and the office became quiet.

Flair leaned against the back of the chair, his body relaxed, fatigue kept pouring into his body, he squinted his eyes, and his face became extremely ugly.

"It seems that these evolutionary fluids can no longer be injected next time."

Flair whispered to himself, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and knit his brows together.

Before he knew it, the tapping of his fingers stopped, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Huhu.

Flair sat up abruptly, sweating all over his head, and looked around from side to side.

"Is it a dream?" He said hoarsely.

Just now, he saw that corpse king coming to his door, and behind him, there was a large group of monsters who were not far behind his strength, and they threw him to the ground with red eyes, biting him non-stop. his body.

So real, as real as it is real.

Flair stood up in surprise, tore off the clothes on his body, lowered his head, and examined his chest carefully.

There were no teeth marks or scars, he breathed a sigh of relief, and fell back on the chair.

"Damn corpse king, damn Guo."

He suddenly picked up the remote control, turned on the display screen, and kept pressing the buttons, mobilizing countless images, looking for Guo Fei on the street.

Fryer had an irrepressible thought that the corpse king was here, in this city, and was walking towards him continuously.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, ran along his face, crossed the red line around his mouth, dripped on the table, and splashed a small splash.

……

on the street.

An extremely large zombie walked towards this side, and the ground shook continuously as his footsteps moved.

Its body is as huge as a hill, and when it walks, large strands of fat tremble on its body. If there is not a small head on it, it will only be regarded as a huge jelly.

Roar.

The huge new evolutionary zombie raised its head and roared loudly. Behind it, more than a dozen mutated zombies and countless ordinary zombies followed closely behind, staring at pairs of blood-red eyes, pressing forward step by step.

"Go away."

Mark took a deep breath, and his body suddenly became huge. The jacket he had just put on collapsed into cloth strips, and fell to the ground along his body.

Just releasing some breath could no longer suppress such a monster. Mark stared at the blood-red eyes, turned into a black giant, waved the double-edged ax in his hand at the monster, and shouted loudly, "Get out of here."

Those mutated zombies who followed behind took half a step back in fear, but Roshan in front of them only hesitated for a while, then continued to walk over.

The wonderful aura made it feel the other party's powerful aura, but it was still reluctant to leave like this.

The Roshan zombie looked down at him, opened its mouth wide, and roared at him forcefully.

Urged by it, the mutated zombies behind it jumped out nervously, waving their arms and screaming, completely forgetting the level of suppression.

Roar.

roar.

A breath similar to that of the corpse king rises, and immediately after that, two more rises.

In front of Roshan, in just a blink of an eye, five or six people approached the corpse king, and a powerful aura much stronger than it rolled up.

Roshan took a step back in horror, the red light in his eyes kept flickering.

The mutated zombies that rushed to the side retreated in horror. If it was just an existence close to the corpse king, they would dare to move forward with the help of Roshan's breath, but the few such existences in front of them would be confused. Shan still insisted on not retreating, and these zombies had turned around and fled long ago.

Wang Wang Wang.

Pippi rushed out from Miya's feet, stood at the front of the queue, screamed loudly at Roshan, and kept sending out its breath.

Roar.

Roshan roared loudly, shaking his fat meat, and slowly retreated behind him.

"Let's go, there are more and more monsters like this here." Mark frowned and looked around, "I don't know how many of them exist in New York now."

There will be a fierce battle with Fryer next, so that he will not waste his energy on these evolved zombies.

Along the way, at least dozens of such monsters have been found, and it is only relying on everyone's breath that they are scared away time and time again.

Guo Fei followed at the end of the line, just lowered his head and kept fiddling with a long white thread in his hand, showing no interest in what happened ahead.

This was a long tendon pulled out of the black cat's body. Guo Fei also had a whim. After breaking open the black cat, he searched for it for a long time before turning it out.

The white tendons as thick as the little finger are full of elasticity, several times better than the biocolloid on his slingshot.

Guo Fei folded it in half, then grabbed both ends and pulled it apart forcefully.

buzzing.

The white veins vibrated slightly, and gradually stretched until his arms were stretched to the maximum, and the white veins still insisted on not being broken.

"Great, it's you."

Guo Fei shouted excitedly, took off the slingshot from his waist, pulled out the sharp blade, pulled hard on the bowstring, and cut it off.

He took a look at it in his hand, sighed, and stuffed it into his backpack casually.

The bowstring, which couldn't be pulled at all, is no longer strong enough to be useful after he has evolved again and again. If it weren't for the black cat's white tendons this time, the slingshot would be thrown into limbo, and it can only be used as a bowstring from then on. a memorial.

After the white tendons were folded in half, two knots were tied on the double forks of the slingshot, and it was simply tied firmly.

A steel ball was hung on it, Guo Fei looked at the gradually receding Roshan, shook his arms, and pulled the white tendons to the bottom.

The pupils kept shrinking, Roshan was quickly pulled in front of him, and every hair on his face could be seen clearly.

Snapped.

When the fingers were released, the white veins made a snapping sound.

Roshan stopped suddenly, staring blankly at this side, the red light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the crowd of corpses suppressed by it suddenly let out roars, and scattered towards the surroundings.

On the forehead, a small black hole leaked out a trace of dirty blood.

Roshan's body slowly fell backwards, accompanied by loud rumbling noises, a car a few meters away from him was shaken more than ten centimeters above the ground, and smoke and dust kept rising, as terrifying as an earthquake.

(End of this chapter)