Chapter 24 A Horrible Move
Agnes changed her position and continued to shoot at him.
The team sent by the other side were all awakened warriors. They had used all their strength, but they were still unable to dodge the bullets of death.
Agnes, who was constantly changing her position, didn't need to be afraid of the corpse controlled by the man with broken arms, nor did she need to worry about the attack of the awakened man.
She was like the God of death as she killed the evil people until there was no sign of living people in the other side's camp.
Were they all dead?
No!
West scanned the car and found that there was still a person behind it!
He was the head of the group, the one with broken arms.
Just as West was about to cut his head, the man with broken arms let out a shrill roar.
He was chewing the corpse and swallowed the corpse of his companion.
At the same time, as he continued to eat, his body grew bigger and bigger, and soon he became a fat man with a big belly.
A gritting sound echoed in the fat man's body, like the wail of a corpse, and the man with broken arms unexpectedly grew out an arm.
He shook his arm uncomfortably and clenched his fists.
The fatty's body was still mutating. In the blink of an eye, white eyes grew on his body, which densely covered all over his body.
"What the hell is this?" West looked at the man who had lost his consciousness and asked.
Bang! The fatty jumped up and hit the ground heavily. A deep crack immediately appeared on the road under his feet.
"Boss, his battle strength is increasing. It's 1200, 1500, 1580……”
There was an obvious trace of panic on Agnes's face. The bullets she shot were deeply stuck into the other side's body and quietly integrated with the fatty's bloated body.
The earth shook again. The fat man was close to him. When West was about to leave with Agnes,
a thick intestine was shot out of the man's bloated mouth. This disgusting monster spat out his intestines.
The key point was that his intestines were like a part of his body that could be controlled. Brought to life, it twined around Agnes's legs several times in the air!
West couldn't help but raved the magic of the creator.
How much effort had the creator put into making such a disgusting guy?
A hint of complacency appeared in the eyes of the man with a broken arm. Although his ultra-capability was a little disgusting, he could regain his body by swallowing the corpse. As long as there was a corpse, he would not die. The broken arm could be regained, and everything could be restored.
Just as he was about to swallow up Agnes, West took action!
The seemingly tough fat intestine was cut off by West. Agnes steadied herself in the air and glided to the ground safely.
Just as she was about to run away, a short man quietly appeared beside her.
When she was about to raise her hand to shoot, the short man teleported her to another ruin.
The place where she stood just now had been trampled to the ground by the fat man. It was the short man who saved her.
She remembered that West asked her to help the short man.
The short man looked like suffering from malnutrition and his body was riddled with holes. He looked pitiful.
He carefully smelled the scent of Agnes, which was indeed familiar. He had developed a habit. As long as something smelled of his owner, he would immediately give up the temptation to eat it.
Agnes was curious about the short man. It was the first time that she had met a corpse that didn't attack a human being at such a short distance. Could he resist the temptation of bloodthirst?
She took a step closer to the short man deliberately, and the short man turned around to keep a distance from her.
That's true. Agnes labeled the short man good zombies.
The next second, the short man grabbed a zombie who was wandering not far away, and he began to eat.
To heal the wound, he needed to replenish blood food. He tried hard to restrain the primitive impulse to eat people in its body, and bit the zombies he grabbed.
Looking at the short man who was eating rudely, Agnes stepped back two steps in fear.
She didn't expect such a horrible side of a thin man.
Is it the zombie West had tamed?
Sure enough, West was full of mystery. He could tame zombies to such an obedient level.
When they hid behind the ruins, the battle between West and the broken arm had become white-hot.
The broken arm after transformation was much tougher than West had imagined. He had tried to attack the big head of the broken arm, but no matter how big the wound was, the bloated head could heal.
No matter how badly West had hurt him, his bloated body could recover immediately.
The broken arm was still eating the corpse under his feet. His stomach was made transparent. West could even see the corpse being quickly corroded by stomach acid.
He had to find a way. Corpses were indispensable in the city. If the broken arm kept eating, he would lose control sooner or later and become a beast that only knew killing.