Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1145 Urban Jungle
This unknown and terrifying virus spread from Manhattan to other parts of the Big Apple in a very short period of time.

Of course, the Manhattan area where the virus originated is the scariest.

The streets here have become the scene of a B-grade horror movie, and the blackened plasma is the color of forced fashion.

There are areas occupied by blood-sucking beasts everywhere (the vampires don't admit that these monsters without beauty are elegant vampires, turn your face away).

Central Park is full of half-human half-dead bodies that have been infected and are about to turn into blood-sucking beasts. Times Square has become a concentration camp of scrapped cars, where hundreds of cars that are busy fleeing have been paralyzed, and the flames are everywhere. Nobody cares.

In Madison Square Garden, halfway through the game between the Knicks and the Lakers, the sexy cheerleaders suddenly rushed out of the lounge and killed the audience at the fastest speed.

Then, those who were killed were killed, and those who were trampled to death were trampled to death, even those stars who were worth tens of millions were not spared.

The loss of sanity may be a blessing to these wretched human beings.

Because the madness will cover up the fear they should have, they have changed from being hunted to hunters, catching the shadows of people everywhere with the posture of beasts.

The whole of Manhattan has become a city without dialogue, the word urban jungle is synonymous, and the roar of wild beasts echoes in all directions.

The [-]st Army of the [-]th Mountain Division, which had entered Manhattan twelve hours ago in search of survivors, was now nearly wiped out.

The heavy tanks of the Legion were overturned by the slow but powerful blood-sucking beasts. The reinforced body armor on the soldiers was torn off, and then the blood-sucking beasts swarmed up to dismember their bodies.

Dozens of automatic rifles were shooting at the vampires running wild in the streets, as if they were only shooting limp rubber bands from their barrels.

The scorching bullets hit the roaring beasts, and they seemed to have no pain or itching at all, and they didn't slow down their steps for a second at all.

The blood-eating mad dogs were like black waves, flooding the streets and alleys, and all of them swarmed towards the few remaining marines who had lost their sight.

Gradually, the sound of gnawing and even the sound of gunfire was drowned out.

The remaining legionnaires attacked a shopping plaza with the remaining firepower, eagerly waiting for reinforcements.

(End of this chapter)