Apocalypse Special Forces

Chapter 52 The Bloody Massacre

The shooting position on the roof of the car was behind the metal storm. After Lu Feng climbed up, his expression changed. He looked murderous, staring fiercely at both sides of the road, the survivors who were constantly moving forward with caries. However, it is clear that these survivors already know that behind them, there is a huge army of zombies chasing after them, and human physical strength is naturally impossible to compare with zombies.

Under the threat of death, the huge metal storm no longer seemed so terrible in their eyes, and judging from the incident that the car had just saved the mother and daughter, the people in this car seemed to be Good guys, so some survivors kept looking back at the approaching convoy, while whispering to each other:

"They don't seem to have any space in their car, they may not be able to take us?"

"Why can't it? There are so many buses in the back, why can we put some more people in, we have to be fast, otherwise we will not be our turn."

"Yes! They have a lot of cars! And they saved the mother and daughter in the car just now, which shows that the people in the car are very kind and they won't actually shoot and kill."

"Yes, yes, yes! Good people have a bottom line. They don't dare to kill. We have so many people. As long as we rush in, we can just grab their cars. Most of their cars are women and children. They can't walk fast. , Grab the car to drive those people off, let them help us delay the speed of the zombies behind, we can survive."

"Yes! Good people are bullies. They don’t beat people to death like the cars in the past. They just scare us, so they will not dare to shoot. When we rush in, they will be at a loss. Take the opportunity to grab their car."

"Come on! Let's move closer to the middle and block their way. After their car slows down, we will turn around and grab the car together. Anyway, people don't live long, so let them do something for us."

"Huh!" Looking at the crowd gathered in front of him, Lu Feng showed a trace of anger on his face and let out a cold snort, then raised the assault rifle in his hand and fired two shots toward the front.

"Ah!" The bullet hit the ground, and the splashed rocks hit a survivor's calf. He yelled and jumped up, covering his wound.

"What are you doing?" The survivor asked Lu Feng angrily after jumping twice.

"Get out! Don't get in the way!!" Lu Feng shouted with a murderous look: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, it's best not to force me to kill!!"

"This road is not yours! Why can't we go?"

"That's right! You go yours, we go ours, can you kill anyone with a gun?"

"You are too overbearing. With so many cars, and there are still so many places in the car, why can't you bring us?"

"..."

The survivors who stood in front of the car started to accuse Lu Feng all the while. As for the fact that they intentionally blocked the way of the convoy, no one mentioned it, and because Lu Feng didn’t shoot directly at people just now, he was right. Touching the ground made their courage rise instantly.

While accusing Lu Feng, the survivors approached the convoy, and not only their car, but the vehicles behind were gradually surrounded by survivors on the side of the road.

"Bang!" Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Lu Feng raised his hand with a shot. He shot and killed a guy who had approached the armored vehicle and was trying to climb up. Then he shouted:

"Taikang camp belongs to attention. Anyone who is close to the convoy, no matter who they are, shall be shot immediately. All vehicles shall not stop and move on."

"Ah! I killed someone!" A scream came from the survivors: "This bunch of bastards! I didn't want us to have a way to survive, but it's dead anyway! Just let them die together."

"Everyone get in together! Overturn their car, damn! Don't let us get in the car, don't let anyone get in the car. Why are they bullying?"

Duan Lei sat in the car and silently looked at the survivors outside the car. He noticed that there were two middle-aged people in their forties who were standing in the crowd and loudly inciting the surrounding survivors. Ask them to step forward to overthrow the vehicle.

When the two sang and made a peace, the originally thoughtful survivors were even more eager to surround themselves with the convoy, but the two yelling happiest people only shouted loudly, but their bodies were backing quietly, obviously. There is no intention to commit a personal risk.

At this time, the convoy had been forced to stop, and some irrational survivors who were instigated by the two people rushed to the convoy, and some even started to smash the windows of the car, trying to smash them into the car.

Lu Feng raised the rifle in his hand and killed a few people who were about to smash the windows of the car, but did not let the survivors have the slightest restraint. Instead, they became even more crazy.

"Go! They don't have many bullets. Don't smash the car. Just overturn the car. They are full of women and children. They can't run fast. We **** their food and let them help us block the zombies behind!"

"Don't climb on the car! It's useless. Push the car down and grab the woman inside, so you can be happy even if you die."

Those two instigating voices came again. Due to the occlusion of the crowd, Lei could not find the location of these two people at this time. Looking at the hideous survivors in front of the car, Duan Lei gritted his teeth and the hurricane suddenly rushed out. , Hitting more than a dozen survivors in front of the car, and then a 180-degree turn on the road, facing the car's front to the already precarious convoy.

"Lao Lu!" Duan Lei shouted in the car with red eyes

Hearing Duan Lei's shout, Lu Feng's body on the roof of the car shook. He understood Duan Lei's meaning. Looking at the caravan in front of him, looking at the hideous and distorted faces, Lu Feng suddenly dropped the rifle in his hand. With some trembling hands, he held the handle of the vehicle-mounted machine gun.

Lu Feng stared blankly at the stalled convoy in front of him, the armed men on the roof of the car who were holding weapons but were somewhat at a loss, as well as the children and women in the car who looked terrified.

Finally, his gaze fell on the survivors around the convoy. He saw a survivor stepping on the shoulders of others, smashing the window of the bus with a fist, and reaching in and grabbing the woman’s inside. Hair, trying hard to drag her out.

The woman struggled desperately, her horrified expression was in stark contrast to the excitement of the man holding her hair...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy .

The barrel of the six-wheel machine gun turned, and 1.5 seconds later, accompanied by a loud roar, the 17.2 mm barrel spit out a long bullet into the crowd.

The right side of the convoy instantly turned into a **** purgatory. The survivors who were hit were too late to scream, they were dismembered by huge bullets, turned into pieces of broken meat, flying around, pieces of blood. The fog rose into the air, and the thick blood filled the air.

When the six-barreled machine gun stopped roaring, on the right side of the convoy, between the survivors and the convoy, there was already a more than 100-meter-long death corridor. There were no wounded. No matter how bullets with a diameter of nearly two centimeters hit the human body. The huge kinetic energy will tear that person to pieces instantly.

The survivors on the right who had escaped the death **** by chance stood in place like statues, staring blankly at the road paved with blood and stumps of flesh in front of them.

After a while, they knelt down on the ground and vomited desperately. Whether it was the thick layer of flesh and blood on the ground or the thick blood in the air, their senses suffered a great impact. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Survivors after the end of the world are no longer afraid of dead bodies. A corpse lying on the roadside will not attract anyone's attention. They have long been accustomed to dead people and can make them feel fear. The only thing that can be repeated after death. Stand up and walking zombies.

At this moment, the scene that happened before them made these apocalyptic survivors who were used to seeing corpses once again aroused the fear of death. They saw with their own eyes the people who were living in front of them were torn to pieces by bullets, even in their bodies. When they became fragments, their faces still had various expressions.

There is excitement, excitement, pleading, and anxiety. The only thing not is doubt and fear, because at that moment, they have not realized that they are dead.

They are also ready to rush to the bus in front of them with the hope that they can escape from the sky, and they are also ready to overthrow the bus with the idea that they will have to pull the back of the dead. Maybe there are people who want to have fun in time before death is approaching, such as that. The survivor who wanted to capture the woman in the car.

But no matter what they thought at the time, it doesn't matter anymore, because their consciousness has ended at that moment, and what awaits them is eternal loneliness and darkness...

The survivors next to the convoy began to shrink back. The **** facts before them made them feel terrified at the same time. What happened to this world? Are they not good people? Didn’t they just save a poor pair of mother and daughter? Why did you become a butcher in an instant?

Good people should be easy to deal with? First use morality and their kindness to restrain them, take advantage of them when they are hesitating and struggling between survival and morality, and grab everything from them, and then you can treat them as you like! ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? But what is happening now is completely different from their imagination.

The survivors next to the convoy began to retreat to both sides. Some survivors even cried and ran towards the road. The nightmare they had just experienced had made them forget the corpse tide in that direction. They just want to leave this branch as soon as possible. The convoy, leave these murderous madmen...