Sick Girl Doesn't Die in Zombie Simulator

It was the first time he had seen this kind of scene in so many years, zombies would run away, and they would use bone spurs to drag other zombies away.

Faintly, he felt a dangerous breath.

"Boss! Boss!" The young woman stood up without waiting any longer, turned around and shouted towards the center of the rooftop.

The following situation is beyond their comprehension, and an experienced boss has to come to the rescue.

Roaming from other provinces, the well-informed boss should have seen what kind of zombie this is.

"What's the matter?" A shirtless man with strong muscles and a thin coat stood up from the beach chair in the center of the rooftop and walked towards the three of them.

The man wore pink children's sunglasses on his face, pants on his lower body, a cigar in his mouth, and a loudspeaker in his right hand. The sound of "turn on the light" just now came from the loudspeaker.

This dress doesn't feel like hunting zombies, it looks like a beach vacation.

After the man in the sunglasses took the telescope from the young man, he turned up the lenses of the sunglasses, exposing his eyes.

These children's glasses are quite functional.

Just like that, the man in the sunglasses directly put the binoculars in front of his eyes, and looked at where the laser pointer was pointing.

"Ok?"

Soon, the man in the sunglasses saw the huge armored man who was about to be dragged in, and many ordinary zombies who were being dragged to the blind spot by the bone spur chain.

It is almost a crushing existence to armor armor.

Definitely a big fish.

He temporarily put down the binoculars in his hand, turned around and raised the loudspeaker, and said to the other hunting teams on the rooftop: "Brothers, stop! Don't waste bullets, come here!"

"There are big fish!"

Hearing his call, everyone began to decisively move their pistols to this side, and put their sniper rifles on the wall.

Some even brought bar stools and were able to sit on the edge of the fence and shoot. These are the personal habits of different snipers.

They are no strangers to this kind of scene, it happened once a year ago.

That time, it was a huge armorer nearly 7 meters high. The bone spurs on his body were covered with two or three layers of thick car doors and iron sheets. Even when he stepped on a landmine, he only shook slightly.

At that time, they were like this. They gathered all the snipers together, regardless of other horns, and focused on sniping the armored man's head.

Such a big armorer moves slowly, but its defense is extremely amazing.

A sniper bullet can only embed a little bit into the upper half of its skull at most, and seven or eight snipers of them can't hurt even a single bit of headshot.

The zombie behind reacted, and after covering its head with its hands, the sniper rifle couldn't hit it at all.

In the end, the 85-type heavy machine gun inherited from the camp was carried out, and dozens of armor-piercing blasting incendiary bombs were fired before it penetrated its armor and exploded its head.

With the previous experience, when the sniper approached, some observers had already gone down to form a team to move the machine gun.

"Last time I got eleven blood crystals at once... this time we can guarantee eight or nine blood crystals." The man in the sunglasses looked a little excited.

Harvesting eight or nine blood crystals in one night is already a huge number for a hunting team.

At least it was enough for them to climb dozens of floors down, retrieve the blood crystals from the corpses, and then return to the camp to rest for a few days without having to live on the rooftop.

Everyone stared at that place with scopes and binoculars, waiting for the zombie to come out.

As for the explosions of landmines from other places, no one paid any attention to them—anyway, the zombies who passed through the minefields couldn't climb up, and at most they just wandered around in the hall on the first floor.

"Fuck, what the hell is it doing?"

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the zombies in the blind spot over there seemed to be a bit too crowded.

Many dragged biters were hung outside, and those hooks were so greedy that even if they couldn't hold on, they kept hooking the surrounding zombies.

"Brother, the machine gunner on the 20th floor is ready." The walkie-talkie pinned to the man's beach pants rang.

There is an open-air restaurant on the [-]th floor of this building, and it is also the only place in this building with a rooftop, with an excellent view.

The accuracy of the heavy machine gun is not as far as that of the precision marksman rifle, so it is naturally erected below, closer to the target.

"Good job! Wait for my password!"

After picking up the walkie-talkie and roaring, the man in sunglasses threw the walkie-talkie to the young man who was standing by, and put the telescope into the glasses holder again with his left hand.

"Boss! It's moving!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​This is the key! I'm not blind!" The man in sunglasses grinned after scolding the excited observer next to him.

In the doomsday zombie hunting, which was as boring as a part-time job, encountering such an exciting and non-dangerous thing really made everyone present secrete adrenaline.

expect!Stimulate!

They could see that the group of corpses hanging outside was being hung and pushed out. The man in the sunglasses also raised the loudspeaker in his right hand, ready for the snipers to fire at any time.

But as the things in the blind spots of vision were gradually exposed to everyone's vision, everyone fell silent.

What the hell is this...?

A five-meter-tall armored man stood in place as a "cornerstone", and countless zombies with bone-sucking spines connected to the back of their necks were hung on the armored man like marionettes.

These zombies were layered on top of each other, lying on top of the armored man several times, scattered all over the place.

Looking at it from a distance without a magnifying glass, it looks like a huge, dark, wriggling human brain on the armorer's head.

If you have to use a common ingredient as a metaphor, it is a "broccoli".

A giant broccoli flower made of squirming zombies.

As for the armored man's own head, it was completely out of sight.

The Armored Man's hands were raised in front of him like a zombie. The iron plate on its arm had long been removed, and it was covered with countless dense bone spurs. These bone spurs scattered forward, and each bone spur was connected to a zombie.

It was as if it was leading hundreds of zombies in front of it.

Suddenly, under everyone's gaze, the ordinary zombie carried by the armored man turned around quickly...

ran away? !

"Fuck?! Shoot! Quick! Shoot! Don't let it get away!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"boom--"

"boom--"

The snipers fired a volley, but left patches of blood on the outermost layer of the layers of zombies. You don't need to look to know that they didn't penetrate at all.

After hearing the sound of the sniper gun above, the machine gun below also made a loud "da da da" sound, but it missed at such a long distance, and the huge zombie disappeared when it turned a corner.

The man in the sunglasses still maintained the action of holding the loudspeaker, but forgot to close his open mouth, and just stared at the corner of the street that the searchlight couldn't reach, and was stunned.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he heard a small female voice below him, "It... ran away?", the man in sunglasses came back to his senses.

"Uh...forget it, the original plan..."

"boom--"

Just as the man in the sunglasses was holding a megaphone and was about to let the others go back to hunt as planned, an explosion sounded from the street on the other side of the building, interrupting his words.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and ran to the other side of the building in three steps and two steps, and looked down with his hands on the wall.

"boom--"

There was another loud explosion of a landmine, accompanied by thick smoke and flames.

But even so, even with his naked eyes, he could clearly see what was happening on the street illuminated by the searchlights below.

The "Broccoli", which is like hundreds of "dogs" on a leash, is running fast on the street, making loud noises and vibrations every step it takes.

And the hundreds of zombies tied in front of it seemed to be more than death, charging forward, clearing all the mines in front of "Broccoli".

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! It...fuck," the man in the sunglasses felt that his language function was about to be lost, and after stuttering for a while, he yelled into the loudspeaker. "Northwest corner!!! It's coming again!!! It's going to cross the bridge!!!"

The snipers picked up their belongings and sniper rifles, and ran towards the man in the sunglasses.

And the machine gunner on the 20th floor, after hearing the instructions from the walkie-talkie, also hurriedly picked up the heavy machine gun and ran towards the southwest corner.

"boom--"

"boom--"

The sound of explosions was still ringing out. With the chained "EOD soldiers" in the front, the large pile of unidentifiable zombies in the back didn't receive any damage at all.

And for those zombies that were blown up, the chains would automatically fall off and be recovered from them, and then the zombies lying on the armored man would jump down to replenish them.

For a moment, the zombie actually formed a posture of absolute defense, completely clearing away all the landmines on a road.

In fact, when the zombie ran halfway, the man in the sunglasses had already given up.

Because the zombie had already run out of the range that the machine gun could aim at, and the sniper rifle didn't do any harm to it.

Everyone could only watch the zombie walk from the street to the end of the street. Even when he stepped on the bridge, more than half of the ordinary zombies were still hanging on the armored man.

Watching the zombies running farther and farther from the bridge, the man in sunglasses slowly took out his windproof lighter, and lit the fake cigar in his mouth that went out at some point.

"Damn, awesome."

After taking a puff of the cigar, it took a long time before he gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

"Go back, don't look at it, look at a few, the original plan."

Although many outrageous things have happened in Doomsday, tonight's is the most outrageous thing he has ever seen.

Can dodge, run away, catch strong men and detonate, and ignore delicious human zombies.Damn, how could such a thing happen?

The smoothness and speed with which the zombies on the other side escaped far exceeded his imagination.

The zombie's intelligence surpassed all the zombies he had ever seen.

It even looks a bit controlled by the awakened ones.

But... He really has never seen an awakened manipulator who can control so many zombies in one go.

Could it be a mutated zombie fed with a specific combination of blood crystals?

Or has it evolved... a real zombie with a certain IQ?

Perhaps he will never know the answer, and now he only prays that he will never encounter that zombie in the future.

Compared with the complex expressions of everyone on the rooftop, Lin Jiayao, who was galloping around with the corpse below, had a calmer face.

Because she didn't want to go upstairs to get rid of those people, and wanted to cross the bridge, she could only use these slightly more complicated methods to get through.