At Highschool of the dead in the apocalypse

Bang!

A finger-long orange-yellow bullet wrapped in a spiral of white air flew over the heads of countless zombies and shot at the tall figure who was about to throw objects illegally.

Boom!

Flesh and blood splattered, bones and tendons broken.

Although this tall zombie reacted the moment it heard the gunshot, in terms of its strengthening direction, it couldn't dodge the bullet.

But the bullet that was enough to kill it didn't hit it completely.

Maybe it's because it's been shot enough times that it subconsciously dodges.

This knee-jerk reaction allowed it to avoid the bullet that was fired at its head, but it was also hit in the shoulder.

Although it didn't kill with a single hit, the power of the sniper bullet was not something that a first-order zombie could resist, even though it was strengthened in the direction of physique, it was still the best in the first-order.

The arms the thickness of an adult's waist hung weakly at his side, and dark red blood flowed like a faucet from the wound the size of the bowl.

And in the blood gushing outward, the miserable white bones that had been blown to pieces were clearly visible.

The "Roaring !!"

first-order zombie had regained its sense of pain, but because of this, this painful pain made this tall zombie roar.

Blood-red eyes the size of copper bells stared at the little fat man who was pulling down the bolt.

It recognized the long, pitch-black toy.

It had also been shot at when it had been involved in the attack on the mansion.

But the toys that the food carried were nowhere near as long as this, and they didn't hurt themselves so badly.

Even though those toys hurt me a lot, I couldn't compare to this one at all.

Although the vitality of any kind of zombie is very tenacious, unless it is a skull, it will not die.

But tenacity is not linked to resilience.

According to this injury, even if this zombie can survive in the future, at least until it is promoted to the second order, it can only be in a one-armed state.

Human thermal weapons aren't a joke on you.

......

Click~

As Hirano's stubby fingers quickly pulled down the bolt, a hot shell with white smoke rolled down from the chamber of the gun and landed on the roof of the car with a 'ding' sound.

Eventually, it fell into the mouth of a zombie whose body had been cut in half.

"Cut, it's crooked!" Lying

on the roof of the car that was constantly jolting and shaking, the fat side face was next to the gun body, Hirano, and sighed with some pity.

It's not that his abilities aren't good, or that his marksmanship isn't accurate.

It's that the external environment is too harsh.

He could clearly know what the zombie might do next.

One of the red lines of his ability prediction was to send a bullet through the weakest edge of the ball and hit the zombie in the head with a single blow while it was completely hidden behind the ball.

And Hirano did choose this line, but the swaying body and the zombies that were about to completely hide did not give him such a chance.

Therefore, he could only rely on his feelings, and hurriedly fired the moment the body stabilized.

But by the fraction of a second, although there was no empty gun, the bullet did deviate from the direction.

And his luck was good, and he was able to hit the shoulder of the zombie that was about to retract into the meat ball.

Next to him, Jing Haoyong, who had been staring at the zombie's movements, was not disappointed.

It's a blessing to be able to hit.

With the power of a sniper bullet, even if it hits only the limbs, it is enough to cripple.

And looking at the speed at which the tall zombie slowed down, Jing Haoyong was very satisfied, as long as he dragged it for long enough, then he would have a chance to break out of this encirclement.

It is not a wise choice to fight with them, even if you enter the first order, the spiritual power can be used more aggressively, but the current recovery speed of the spiritual energy is not very fast, and there is always a time when it is exhausted.

And I don't know if I can be immune to the zombie virus, once I get into the corpse group, in the face of attacks from all directions, even if the water that can be guarded against at the beginning can't be splashed, but even the first-order physique is always exhausted.

After all, with Jing Haoyong's five-dimensional attributes, he can enter the threshold of inhumanity.

"Hirano stared at the big guy and shot him as soon as he threw something, I don't believe this thing has a long memory.

Jing Haoyong squinted at the tall zombie that was still moving forward, but its speed had become fast, and he turned his head slightly to whisper to the flat field that was aiming.

As long as it is a creature with pain, it knows how to fear.

Although these first-order zombies are not necessarily afraid of pain, they must be afraid of death.

As long as it is afraid of death, then it should know what kind of attitude it should have in the face of firearms.

"Understood!"

Hirano's response, as his small eyes as sharp as a falcon stared through the scope at the big man who was walking towards the side with his arm that was almost severed.

"Another one?"

kept arranging thorns on the back of the vehicle, and Jing Haoyong always remembered that there were five figures he had seen on the roof before.

And in addition to this big guy, this one is now behind that big guy is another.

Although the guy who appeared now was not as tall and mighty as the big man, the guy covered in green and gushing with disgusting pus was also very terrifying.

Separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, there may be many details that ordinary people can't see too clearly, but it doesn't have much impact on Jing Haoyong.

Unlike the pale skin of other ordinary or first-order zombies, this guy has never seen before, and the color of his skin is turquoise that is extremely disgusting to all men.

More than two meters tall, the extremely bloated body that was not strong at all walked forward in the crowd of corpses.

The muscles all over his body were loose and slack, and he didn't have the tight sense of strength of other first-order zombies at all, but was filled with an indescribable greasy feeling.

Coupled with the fat that has accumulated on top of the body and is bubbling with green pus like grease, it is as disgusting as it gets.

And this guy's head is also twice the size of other first-order zombies, maybe it's for the convenience of eating? This zombie's mouth occupies most of the head.

In its half-open, gluttonous mouth, Jing Haoyong could even see the rotten meat that was wriggling and chewing.

The first time he saw this guy, Jing Haoyong made up his mind that he would never let this guy get close to his vehicle.

If nothing else, this disgusting appearance alone can imagine how disgusting its abilities are.

Although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he ran into those green pus, Jing Haoyong definitely didn't want to try it...... They must not directly engage in melee combat with that guy.

The wind was howling, the black hair was flying in the wind, and he looked at the zombies in the distance who were walking towards this direction with steady steps.

The black mist in Jing Haoyong's hand was churning, and his palm was weak, turning the already small black mist in his palm into a small ball.

The ball then gradually stretched, forming a pitch-black spear about two meters long.

The black mist rolled on the pitch-black spear, making one wonder if it was an entity.

Without paying much attention to the appearance of the spear, Jing Haoyong retreated with his right foot and his back back, tightening the strong muscles under his clothes like a strong bow, while his right hand holding the spear was raised high.

Cold eyes like ice stared at the zombie that was still moving forward steadily, Jing Haoyong's arm holding the spear swelled slightly, and the green muscles gradually appeared.

Then a louder sound than the gunfire exploded above the roof of the car.

Bang!