Mad Dog on the Journey

The previous mistake did not deter Pang Le at all. Instead, the mad dog's eyes lit up, feeling excited as if encountering a strong enemy, and rushed up the stairs.

The rag in his mouth was already stained red with blood trickling down his forehead, but he paid no attention, just waving the machete in his hand and lunging at the blind zombie.

The silver light flashed, and the blind zombie, who had completely lost its vision, was unable to block Pang Le's blade with its arms. The machete cut through the air in a graceful arc and struck straight into the chest of the zombie.

It's not that Pang Le didn't want to deal with him directly, it's just that the height of this intermediate zombie is too terrifying. There is no place in the stairs to jump off. He can only choose the safest way.

Even if we can't kill him directly, chopping him into a bunch of holes should eliminate most of the threat. Pang Le thought this way in his heart, and he did the same.

This time he was prepared, with a running start of more than a dozen steps, his arms forming a large circle, allowing him to exert his maximum strength. The dog-leg knife made a 'crack' sound, splattering black blood and directly splitting the zombie's chest open.

The intermediate zombie suddenly felt a twitch in his chest, released his hands covering his eyes, and was about to strike at the living thing emitting human breath in front of him.

But at this moment, he was already blind and could only rely on his sense of smell to locate Pang Le's position, so his movements slowed down slightly. Just a little slower, Pang Le unhesitatingly plunged the dog-leg knife into the most vulnerable part of the zombie's body - the abdomen.

Hello! Two claps! Three, two, one, go! In just one second, Pang Le viciously stabbed the zombie three times. The zombie's belly was completely torn apart, and its intestines spilled out, cut into countless pieces of minced meat, dragging on the ground, looking very disgusting.

Until he felt a gust of wind coming from beside him, Pang Le seemed to have made up his mind to fight back, unwilling to give up. He stabbed the dog-leg knife in again, fearing that the damage caused was not enough. He even turned his hand, and the dog-leg knife instantly stirred the zombie's belly, breaking the intact intestines into pieces of minced meat, with undigested meat scraps falling all over the ground.

This intermediate-level zombie really doesn't picky about food, with all kinds of things in its intestines - eyeballs dug out from people, broken fingers, hearts still dripping with blood, and even warm appendices.

Of course, in the end, no one could tell whether the appendix that fell out was eaten by zombies or his own.

At this moment, Chen Wenwen saw such a disgusting scene. Despite her strong mental resilience, she couldn't help but turn pale and hugged Huan Chu tightly around the waist.

Huan Chu was startled by Chen Wenwen's sudden movement, immediately realizing that the queen was feeling scared. He couldn't help but smile faintly, reaching out his hand to gently stroke Chen Wenwen's back, comforting her with soothing words.

At this moment, Huan Chu finally understood why men always like to take girls to haunted houses when they want to flirt. Feeling Chen Wenwen's large breasts pressing against him, the otaku brother suddenly felt that his whole body was no longer so painful, and his scapula seemed to have improved a lot.

While the two were engaging in intimate interaction, Pang Le was slapped by a zombie and flew out, crashing straight into the railing on the side.

The Queen's nickname for him as 'Mad Dog' is not just for show. The sound of him crashing into the guardrail made even Huanchu wince in pain, but Pang Le stood up straight with a carp-like movement, shook his body slightly, and then wielded his dog-leg knife to attack the zombies again.

I don't know if it was the pain from the wounds that stimulated Pang Le, but he somehow mustered up a great deal of strength and grabbed the zombie's right hand that was flailing in the air.

Having suffered enough losses, Pang Le naturally understood that the iron pillar-like arms were the strongest weapon of the zombie. Seizing the opponent's strongest point at this moment, Pang Le hesitated not at all, pressing the zombie's right hand against the railing and chopping it off with a machete.

Pang Le, who was much shorter, unexpectedly staggered the zombie. The zombie, who had never experienced this before, seemed to have a blank mind for a moment and made no response, allowing Pang Le to chop off the dog's leg knife as if slaughtering a pig.

He struck the zombie at the bend of its arm with a single slash, leaving only a faint white mark there. Kepang Le did not give up, the silver light flashed in his hand, and he slashed more than ten times in the same place in a row. With a "click" sound, he actually cut off an arm of the intermediate-level zombie with copper skin and iron bones.

Although the zombie was blind, it could clearly feel that its right hand had abandoned it forever. Unable to wail, he could only swing his remaining left arm in silence towards Pang Le. The zombie's left arm went straight for Pang Le's bald head. If it hit, it was likely that Fendou's life would end right there.

Although Huan Chu was injured, he refused to sit idly by and watch his most powerful ally die here. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he raised the gun straight up, without even taking the time to aim, relying solely on his instincts, and pulled the trigger.

Puff! "Puff! "Puff! "

Seeing Pang Le in imminent danger, Huan Chu completely forgot about the idea of preserving ammunition, and raised his hand to fire three shots.

Huan Chu's always accurate intuition did not disappoint him this time. All three bullets hit the zombie's hand, breaking two fingers, while one bullet pierced through the palm.

The zombie, hit by a sudden force, involuntarily shifted its arm a few centimeters.

It was just a few centimeters away, just enough for his big palm to graze Pang Le's scalp.

Pang Le, who narrowly escaped, didn't have time to thank Huan Chu. He actually grabbed the left hand of the zombie again, wanting to disable this big guy in the same way.

Although the intermediate-level zombies still have low intelligence, they retain the most powerful combat instinct. Having learned his lesson, he certainly wouldn't let Pang Le have his way easily. Zhang, with his tattered big mouth, let out a silent roar and grabbed Pang Le by the collar, lifting him up.

Pang Le remained calm even when he was lifted into the air. Because the zombie's right hand had been chopped off by him, and its left hand was holding itself up. At most, it could only throw itself out. Relying on the muscles he had trained since childhood, as long as the zombie couldn't directly kill him, he was not afraid of the zombie at all.

At the same time, Pang Le smirked mysteriously, apparently sensing the perfect opportunity.

At this moment, the zombie's arm was stretched straight, as if offering it up for him to chop off. He naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, gritting his teeth, he fiercely swung down with a knife.

The intermediate zombie, in order to retaliate, has obviously given up all defense. With his eyes blinded, he cannot see Pang Le's movements at all.

As he was contemplating how to deal with the fish on the cutting board, he suddenly felt a chill in his left hand, followed by a 'bang' sound as two heavy objects hit the ground at the same time. He immediately realized that the despicable guy had also cut off his left arm!

In fact, when the human arm muscles are tensed, they can enhance resistance to impact and strength. However, once the impact exceeds a certain threshold, the arm loses the muscle cushioning and becomes the most vulnerable.

Pang Le gritted his teeth and made a swift cut, directly dismembering the left arm of the intermediate-level zombie at the shoulder.

After losing both eyes and having his big mouth torn apart, the zombie lost his arms as well, and could only wave the remaining right arm to let out a silent roar.

Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen couldn't help but cheer loudly when they saw the situation. They didn't have high hopes for Pang Le's skills in melee combat, but suddenly discovered that Pang Le's level far exceeded their expectations, naturally they were extremely pleased.

This time, Pang Le fell to the ground but did not fall again. He saw the zombie in front of him almost being chopped into a stick by himself, and couldn't help but grin grimly. Spitting out the blood-stained cloth from his mouth, he silently approached the frenzied zombie from behind and raised his dog-leg knife to strike down.

Click! "

Blood splattered everywhere! This time, Pang Le did not unleash the terrifying power as before, just barely cutting halfway into the zombie's neck. The large head still hung on the neck, swaying precariously but ultimately not falling off.

Pang Le seemed to enjoy the thrill of killing more, handing the dog-leg knife to his right hand, and his hand speed increased, causing a burst of blood and flesh with a flurry of knife flashes. With a single slash, the zombie's head finally fell off, rolling down the stairs with a clatter.

After the zombie twitched a few times and then collapsed on the steps without moving, Huan Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief. During the battle with the intermediate zombies in the mall before, he was a bit lucky, and he didn't really figure out the true strength of these guys. If Pang Le hadn't suddenly erupted at this moment, they would probably not have been able to save the person and would have been in trouble here.

Pang Le stabbed the fallen zombie twice more until no more black blood flowed from its neck, then ran to Huanchu's side and helped the two of them up.

After a few minutes of rest, Huan Chu already felt much better, slightly moved his body for a while, and found that although he was still a little sore, he did not have the fracture he had expected.

Huan Chu couldn't help but sigh at his good fortune. He patted Pang Le's shoulder, wiped the blood off his forehead, and said, "Le, you did a great job!" "

Pang Le, who was praised by Huan Chu, looked very happy. He let Chen Wenwen take out the gauze she carried with her from her backpack and bandage the wound on his forehead. He kept gesturing with the dog-leg knife in his hand and said to Huan Chu somewhat awkwardly, "Boss, protect!" Damage, death! "

Huan Chu was momentarily stunned, then he understood Pang Le's meaning.

Pang Le rushed towards the zombies like a madman, not because he had no pain or feelings, but to protect Huan Chu at all costs.

He used all his skills to kill the terrifying intermediate-level zombie, not for the thrill of bloodshed, but because that big guy hurt his boss.

Everyone has emotions.

Although Huan Chu tried to maintain a calm demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a slight stinging in the corners of his eyes. He pretended to be investigating the situation and turned his face away from the two people. However, the hand resting on Pang Le's shoulder unconsciously exerted more pressure, as if expressing emotions that were difficult to put into words.

Okay! Chen Wenwen was not aware of or simply did not understand the emotional exchange between the two big men. She clapped her hands as she looked at her masterpiece, apparently having recovered from the previous emotions.

Pang Le touched the wound on his forehead, which was already covered with a layer of gauze, smiled gratefully at Chen Wenwen, and then followed Huan Chu quietly upstairs.