zombie frenzy

Chapter 573 He is a lunatic

The three figures were mixed together, the backpack of the electromagnetic gun was torn off, the steel balls inside rolled all over the ground, the automatic rifle was slapped flying, and the body of the gun changed its shape.

There was a dull beating sound from inside, accompanied by the musketeer and the lieutenant colonel's screams stuck in their throats, James walked out of the corridor in shock, stood in the middle of the passage, and looked blankly at the people on the walls on both sides. Huge hole.

Cruise stumbled out of it, with a severed arm in his arms, showing a few fingers, holding an electromagnetic gun in one hand, and dragging his backpack on the ground, wiping a few traces of blood.

"Don't move, be honest." Cruise pointed the gun at James with a grim face, and pushed him into the house where the melee was fought.

James raised his hands, and was stabbed heavily on the head by the muzzle of the gun. His scalp was torn off, and blood flowed out. with the enemy.

"Look, it's a fierce fight."

Cruise pushed James at gunpoint and walked towards the glass curtain wall.

In the middle of the house, the tables and chairs were scattered, and a large open space appeared. Several people fought together, waving their fists and hammering, and they didn't know who they hit.

"Musketeer, Larry, how are you?" James glanced at Cruise and shouted loudly.

There was no answer, the figure inside was busy fighting fiercely, and had no mood to talk at all, and didn't even have time to look at him.

"This is your friend?" Cruise said tut, "It's miserable, it's too miserable, do you see it? They will be beaten to death soon."

A burly guy reached out and held down the lieutenant colonel, holding a fist like a sand bowl, and bombarded him hard on the head, just one punch knocked him almost unconscious.

The musketeer roared loudly, hugged the guy from behind, strangled the guy's neck with both arms, pulled back vigorously, raised his knees and hit the guy's back continuously, making bang bang non-stop.

The strong guy is like Mark. Although he is not as big or as powerful as him, he seems to be less aware of pain than Mark.

Several broken ribs could be seen on the back, and the stubble pierced through the flesh, and the blood kept flowing.

The musketeer tightened his arm tightly, the strong man yelled, and stopped swinging at the lieutenant colonel, he grabbed the musketeer's arm with both hands and pulled it away little by little.

On the ground, the lieutenant colonel looked around loosely, supporting his body weakly, as if he didn't know what was happening in front of him.

"Did you see it? I call him Snoopy the Monster." Cruise said proudly.

"Who is he?" James asked hoarsely.

Cruise shook his head and said, "I don't know who he is, maybe it was specially given to me by God who wanted to destroy you."

James looked at him suspiciously, and Cruise pointed to his head with his severed arm and said, "There is a problem, you know? He has a problem here, but it is very strange. He only listens to me. Who do I ask him to hit?" Just hit anyone, and I will kill him if I let him, hahaha, do you think he is an angel sent by God?"

Roar.

The musketeer's arm was twisted by the strong man, who turned him from behind to the front forcefully, and punched hard. The musketeer's arms blocked the front, and he was hammered loudly by the big fist.

The lieutenant colonel tried his best to turn over and struggle, but just got up when he was punched in the back by the strong man, who knocked over several tables and chairs, and passed out on the ground.

"Kill them, don't let any one go." Cruise shouted.

He dragged James to the side of the glass curtain wall, looked out, and suddenly kicked James in the stomach, kicking him to his knees, with his hands on the ground, his nose and saliva dripping wildly.

Cruise dropped the electromagnetic gun, called out a backpack from the side, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and slowly carried it on his back.

"You can't escape." James said, looking up.

"Look at your pitiful look." Cruise shook his head and said, "I have time to look at your companions, maybe this is your last few eyes in this world."

"You can't escape, they have come." James said through gritted teeth.

Cruise listened with pricked ears, turned his head and said to the strong man who was beating the musketeer frantically, "Kill them, don't let anyone come in."

He rushed to the glass in a few steps, raised his foot and kicked a table over, with a bang, the thick glass shattered, and the pieces fell with a crash, revealing a huge hole in front of him.

"Goodbye, little friend, farewell."

Cruise smiled triumphantly, and stretched out his hand to pull on the backpack. Behind it, two gas flames spurted out, and the man swayed and hung in the air. His broken arm shook twice at James, and his body fell forward. , quickly passed out from the hole in the shattered glass, leaving only two long white trails in a blink of an eye, and the figure became almost like a soybean.

"Go away."

Seeing the enemy leave, James stood up, opened his palm, and two white lines shot out from the palm, wrapped around the strong man's arm, and pulled back vigorously.

The musketeer on the ground had broken arms, twisted weirdly, and gritted his teeth. Taking advantage of the strong man being controlled by James, he shook it vigorously, trying to escape from under him.

"Larry, wake up." The musketeer shouted loudly.

The slender white thread strangled into the flesh and blood of the strong man, and blood flowed out from the wound, but this guy didn't seem to feel any pain at all, as he pulled hard, the white thread made a crackling sound, and might break at any time possible.

The lieutenant colonel shook his head, covered the wound on his head, and got up from the ground with a groan.

"Hold on." The lieutenant colonel came to his senses, and instead of rushing forward, he quickly rang the walkie-talkie, "We're at the end of the sixth floor, hurry up and help."

Looking around, the automatic rifle has been deformed and can no longer be used, the electromagnetic gun has been blown out of the backpack, and the steel balls of the battery pack are scattered all over the place. Although the body of the gun is right next to it, you can grab it with your hand, but you can’t fire the steel balls. An electromagnetic gun is no different from a fire stick.

After taking a look, the lieutenant colonel roared and threw himself on the strong man's body, sending him flying.

Kaka.

The white line was pulled by both sides and finally broke. James yelled, staggered back, lost his footing, and fell out of the glass hole.

"James."

The lieutenant colonel yelled, and then held down the strong man's chest, swung his fist and bombarded it down vigorously, bang bang bang, punched to the flesh, and blood spattered from the strong man's mouth.

However, such a critical blow only took a few punches, and the big hand grabbed the Lieutenant Colonel's wrist, and slowly pushed his fist back, and the body that was pressed to the ground sat up little by little, the strong man looked expressionless. Looking at the lieutenant colonel, the two got closer and closer, and when they were about to touch each other, the strong man's head was thrown back and he slammed heavily on the lieutenant colonel's head.

The body flew out of the strong man, smashed two tables and chairs, and completely destroyed the office area.

"Kill them all, kill them all."

The strong man spoke vaguely, looked around, and chose the lieutenant colonel closest to him to continue the pursuit.

There was a burst of fierce footsteps in the corridor, and Eugene led the team to rush in, with several guns against the strong man's head.

"Don't move, get down."

The people who came in controlled the situation. Eugene took a look at the strong man, handed him over to his subordinates, and strode towards the musketeer.

"Larry, are you all right?"

Several soldiers pulled the lieutenant colonel away from the strong man, nervously inspecting his injuries. A big man bent over and squatted behind the strong man, quickly inspecting the weapon on his body.

"Musketeer, what's the matter with your arm?" Eugene asked, frowning.

The musketeer turned over and struggled to get up, with his two severed arms hanging in front of him, he stumbled towards the glass hole.

With his shoulders leaning against the glass frame, his body leaned out, looking out nervously.

There was a large piece of glass shards on the ground, and no human figure could be seen, and no blood was found.

"Hey, are you looking for me?"

The musketeer let out a sigh when he heard the voice, turned his head and said to the figure flying by, "Damn boy, you escaped really fast."

The white line on James' palm broke, and the man flew in with a whoosh. He helped the musketeer back a few steps, nodded, and watched the strong man being pointed at by the gun, and hurriedly rushed over.

"Where are you going?" Eugene shouted, "The battle is over, don't be nervous."

"He's a lunatic," James yelled, "get him under control, don't let him move around."

Da Bing turned to look at him suspiciously, "Isn't this enough?"

Several guns were held against their heads, and no one thought that anyone dared to resist. A soldier said with a smile, "Little friend, are you afraid of being beaten by him?"

Roar.

The strong man suddenly jumped up, knelt on the ground, and waved his arms vigorously.

The gun barrels that were against his head were thrown out by him. The strong man stood up, grabbed a soldier with one hand, picked it up, and threw it vigorously towards the door.

Several figures who were just about to walk in were smashed and rolled together, screaming, and their bones were broken.

The soldier who lost his weapon lowered his head in a daze, looking at his blood-stained hands, not knowing what happened just now.

The strong man swung his arms, and the soldiers surrounding him flew out and rolled with the lieutenant colonel.

James flew past the side, with his palms open, two white lines sprayed out, swishing around the strong man's neck.

The strong man roared, his body leaned back, his neck was pulled away by the white thread, and the blood kept flowing out, but this guy didn't feel it. He moved his arm forward, wrapped the white thread around his hand, and pulled it hard, James With a scream, he fell to his feet with a bang.

Bang bang bang.

The soles of his feet kept falling, and James rolled nervously on the ground, avoiding being trampled.

"Shoot, shoot." James shouted vigorously.

The only one who had a weapon and was not injured was Eugene. With the muzzle raised, he shouted loudly, "Kneel down and raise your hands."

James yelled, "Damn, he's crazy, shoot, don't talk to him, it's no use."

The burly man who raised his legs and stomped felt the crisis in Eugene's place, gave up stepping on James, roared loudly, and rushed towards him and the musketeer with his legs open.

puff puff.

Several points of blood burst out on the chest of the strong man, and the blood shot out from behind him. The steel ball directly pierced his body, pierced through the wall behind and flew to nowhere.

Eugene half-kneeled on the ground and pulled the trigger with the gun muzzle up.

For this kind of weapon that can penetrate the body, when shooting, it is necessary to ensure that no companions will appear in the direction of shooting.

The strong man rushed in front of Eugene without feeling anything, waved his fist, and smashed his head with a whistling roar.

Eugene raised his arm to block in a daze, his eyes widened as he watched the blood spray continuously expand in front of him, he couldn't believe that someone could still be beaten fiercely after being so severely injured.

澎。

Eugene was beaten to the ground, his arm hit his face, and his two big teeth were knocked out.

The strong man looked at him expressionlessly, raised his foot, and stepped on Eugene's head hard.

Blood flowed from his chest and dripped on Eugene's face. Until this time, Eugene finally understood what it meant to be a lunatic.

James yelled, hitting the white line in his palm beside the strong man, pulling hard, the figure slammed into it quickly, and with a bang, pushed his strong body out of the glass hole.

(End of this chapter)