You are late

Tommy kept his face expressionless and showed no extra fear. He kept swinging the iron ax to deal with the zombies rushing in front of him. Every blow was violent and directly hit the zombies' heads. With the sound of crackling, those zombies His head was like a smashed watermelon, split open and spurted pus and black blood.

There are a lot of zombies, this is not a large-scale zombie wave, but what is exciting is that this zombie wave has nothing to do with the supermarket, it is another wave of zombies, and the number is relatively much smaller, only five hundred many.

Five peoples, four automatic rifles and almost no excessive consumption of bullets, Tommy felt no problem against these five hundred zombies. He used the card position to block the zombies on the other side of the bridge, and then used the narrow gap to deal with these crowded Zombies together, the attack range is a good knowledge, especially when facing zombies, because they have no brains at all, and they only know how to squeeze.

Time passed by, and the high-speed attacks of the five people gradually reduced the number of zombies in front of them, until there were only a few dozen left in the tide of more than 500 corpses.

The pressure on Tommy was less. After all, the other four people besides him did not have such strong physical strength, so he could only do the task of guarding the seam. integral.

However, Tommy aimed at the zombie corpses in front of the four people on the carriage. Of the four people, Alice Agatha killed the most. This girl was already so powerful at the age of seventeen, but Alice Agatha had no loyalty to Tommy.

Shit! A lot of points are gone!

buzz buzz

Suddenly, there was a chaotic and urgent roar of cars from behind. A dozen vehicles were approaching at high speed, almost on a rampage. In a truck at the front, Gerry checked his guns and ammunition, and then grabbed the walkie-talkie with a majestic voice.

"Everyone obey orders!"

"Arriving at the destination, check the weapons immediately to ensure the number of bullets, and all guns are loaded."

"Everyone will get out of the car in a minute and get ready to fight!"

Ka Ka Ka!

There was an uneven sound of gun loading in more than a dozen vehicles. All the people with guns were ready to go, and those without guns swallowed their last bite of food, holding various weapons tightly as if they were going out desperately.

It's been a long time since I've been so passionate, go out and kill all these walking dead!

Ming Duan and Anita are still stealing food in a car full of Atlanta University students, so they won't go out and work hard, and just hide behind the crowd and put on a show.

Linda held the fire ax tightly and turned a blind eye to the students who kept asking her what to do. How did she know what to do? It is true that she is the monitor, but after all, she is only a twenty-year-old girl. She is also afraid of zombies, of the end times, of not getting enough to eat, and also of dying herself.

Among the vehicles leading the way was still the taxi driver Louis, who stepped on the accelerator, calmly and steadily stabilized the steering wheel, and said urgently, "Damn it! That bus driver who can't drive, please don't die!"

Although they couldn't understand each other and almost fought, the action of the other party's group blocking the group of zombies to open the way for them made Louis, an old man, almost cry out of emotion.

Frederick in the co-pilot seat next to him silently loaded the magazine, his long and narrow eyes behind the glasses gleamed coldly, he took the time to raise his eyes, and the hand that was about to push off the glasses suddenly paused.

At the same time, Louis next to him also lost his grip suddenly, and the car body swayed without warning, almost throwing Gerry in the rear compartment.

Next, squeak

The big truck slammed on the brakes and stopped, causing a dozen cars behind to almost have a series of rear-end collisions.

Bang bang bang!

There was a sound of a car door slamming, and the sound of messy footsteps rushing towards, accompanied by undisciplined voices one after another.

"We are ready!"

"Boss Gerry, which direction are you going?"

"Where are the zombies?"

Gerry, who was dumped and bumped several times in the car, hurriedly opened the door, resisted the discomfort all over his body and jumped out of the car. The automatic rifle in his hand had been steadily raised and aimed. He opened his mouth just as he was about to give an order.

Stuck.

The crowd suddenly fell silent. They rushed too fast just now, before they had time to observe the situation in front of them. Now, with Gerry's sluggishness, the expressions on everyone's faces became stunned.

It was a large white truck stuck in the middle of the bridge, and there were four people standing on top of it.

On the far left is a big fat man, definitely weighing more than two hundred pounds, with an unforgettable face. He is facing the crowd, with an automatic rifle in his hand on his shoulder.

On the left of the fat man is a super beautiful woman with a good figure, enchanting with a hint of arrogance, her hair neatly tied behind her head, also casually holding an automatic rifle in her hand, and looking at everyone with a blank expression.

The third one is a young girl who is clearly between an adult and a minor. Her long hair reaches her waist, and her black bangs add a sense of abstinence to her beautiful face. She has no expression and is still an automatic rifle. Gently sloping down at the feet.

The fourth place is an astonishingly young girl, a twelve-year-old little loli, She put the automatic rifle on her head with no image at all, very indifferent expression.

It is worth mentioning that the clothes of these four people were very clean, not even a drop of black blood was splashed. Behind them were hundreds of zombie corpses, piled up into a mountain, all hit in the head.

The image of these four people is very cool, but everyone's eyes are on the person standing next to the truck and the bridge.

It was a man with his back to everyone. He was not as conspicuous as standing on the top of the car like these four people, and his clothes were not as clean. He didn't even have a gun in his hand.

But everyone looked at him in unison.

The number of zombies that fell in front of this man was more than the four people beside him combined!

Hundreds of them are not enough to describe the shock in everyone's heart. Those zombies are so many that they can cover half of the bridge. The corpses of zombies are accumulated very high, and each head is like a smashed watermelon, with black blood flowing down Spread across the entire bridge, blackening the entire ground.

Tommy raised the ax and killed the last zombie, then turned around, his body was covered with carrion and blood, half of his trousers were soaked in black blood, the huge iron ax was hanging casually by his feet, I can't see the original color for a long time.

A drop of black pus ran down his cheek, and Tommy tilted his head, his voice flat.

"You are late."