absolutely hot

A convoy of four vehicles was driving on the deserted road under the scorching sun. The dilapidated skyscrapers stood like huge ghosts on both sides. The signs beside the road had been corroded badly, but the 70-yard limit could still be recognized. speed sign.

The leading black Land Rover rushed up the overpass without slowing down. Behind the Land Rover were two pickup trucks, followed by a modified eight-seat convertible Jeep. The shadow cast by the bridge piers of the overpass above was overwhelmed, and the bridge piers were covered with creepers. Weeds had already grown in the gaps where the bridge deck was broken, and white wild flowers bloomed in some places. The black-frame mirror boy on the convertible jeep was looking at the scenery outside the car, and suddenly saw a shadow rushing out from the side of the road.

Although the shadow staggered, it rushed towards the jeep with great momentum.

"You're starving, I'll feed you bullets!"

The fat man next to the boy stood up and lifted the M16, hitting the shadow with a "bang".

After being shot in the head, the zombie wobbled for a while, then fell headlong on the road, just across the path of the convertible jeep, the car couldn't dodge it, the front wheel pressed on the corpse of the zombie, and the body jerked violently.

The black-framed boy let out an "ah", and the black notepad in his hand flew out.

He hurriedly stretched his arms to catch it, and when the book was about to fly under the bridge, he was quickly caught by the light-haired boy in the back seat.

"Well, it's dangerous!" The light-haired boy patted the notebook and handed it back to the boy in the black-framed mirror. The scorching sun illuminated the light-colored hair of the boy with a good-natured smile so that it protruded from the golden edge.

Axue was very grateful for taking the notepad. He has always carried this notebook with him. It recorded all kinds of major events that happened on this continent in the past five years since the outbreak of the Obispo virus. For him who once aspired to be a historian Very valuable information.

"Hey, Tunan, your skills are getting better and better!" The fat man leaned the M16 against the car window, turned around and teased, "I saved my book and lost my hat. Tired of playing?"

Only then did Tunan reach out his hand belatedly to touch his forehead. The baseball cap that was originally worn on his head was blown off by the wind when he went to get the notepad. The boy quickly turned around and lay on the back seat looking around. The baseball cap had already turned into a limp dot, which was blown by the hot wind through the city, flew up unsteadily, and covered the face of the zombie brother who had just been crushed by the wheels, Tunan Looking at the hat that was buried with him, he felt a little sad.

"Don't make fun of him, your stinky marksmanship is just as good as him!" A K, the co-pilot, held a rough mimeographed newspaper in his hand, "The zombies are standing on the side of the road, but they can be bombarded by you." Come in the middle of the road, if you don’t fire that shot, it won’t mess with us, it’s a waste of a bullet!”

The fat man blushed unconvinced, and just about to refute, he saw another zombie appearing in front of him, walking slowly along the side of the road. The fat man raised his gun again without saying a word, as if to vindicate his gun skills , Ah K said without raising his head: "Okay, don't waste bullets, your marksmanship is incomparable to that of a male god, and you must miss it from such a long distance..." After finishing speaking, there was a "bang", Ah K Lifting his eyelids, he glanced at the frightened zombies looking around on the side of the road, "Let me tell you~~"

The fat man fell on the chair, turned his head and glanced at the back seat: "How can I compare with the male god..."

A Xue also turned his head involuntarily. The black-haired young man next to Tunan was holding the M16 in his arms and was lowering his head and closing his eyes. The bumps along the way and talking and gagging didn't seem to affect his state of being as still as water.Ah Xue turned his head, and he could still see that indifferent and handsome face hanging down quietly from the front rearview mirror. Brother Su Ze is such a person, his usual sense of presence can be as low as a shadow, but once you notice His iceberg-like aura is hard to keep people's attention. From the rearview mirror, he looked at Su Ze's arm holding the assault rifle as firmly as Mount Tai. The cuffs of his black shirt were half rolled up. Although his skin was slightly pale, The lines of the forearm are still smooth and powerful, completely incomparable to a scholar like him who has no strength to restrain himself.

If a completely weak person like himself wants to survive in the end times, he can only rely on the strong people around him besides his innate shit luck.For example, this convoy came from a settlement in Coral Town, where he lived for more than a year.Every month, the coral settlement will send a convoy to other settlements to exchange supplies, hunt some wild game, and inquire about intelligence.However, the nearest Eshui settlement is more than 40 kilometers away from Shanhu Town, and they have just returned from there.

There are dense forests on both sides of the road, and the shrubs are almost growing to the road. The rusty road signs on the side of the road show that there are still five kilometers away from the coral settlement, but the pickup truck in front of it gradually stops.

"What's the matter?" The driver brother poked his head out wondering.

A Xue followed suit, and saw the leading black Land Rover parked by the side of the road, a tall and strong figure came out of the car with a rifle in hand, it was Mr. Yu, what happened?

"What? Lao Yu wants to relieve?" the fat man joked.

"It seems that there is a car." Ah K said, Ah Xue also saw a modified open-top off-road crooked in the bushes.When I left the settlement in the morning, I obviously didn't see this car.

Everyone still had no clue about the situation in front of them, but Ah Xue noticed from the rearview mirror that Su Ze had woken up, and his black and white eyes were looking ahead vigilantly.

The people in the car got out of the car one after another and went to the front to check.It was a modified white Wrangler that was stranded. It seemed to be in good condition. There was still a box of ammunition in the car, but there was blood on the seat and blood was also found in the grass on the side of the road.There are a lot of zombies in this forest, but this kind of scene that looks like it is in distress and asking for help has an indescribable weirdness.

Seeing Mr. Yu sizing up the vehicle and hesitating, the fat man asked next to him, "Could it be a trap?" Some convoys wandering around the mainland use this trick to ambush other convoys, killing people and stealing goods.

"But if someone is really in danger..." Tunan muttered, frowning as he stared at the blood.

"I gonna go see."

Tu Nan raised his head following his cold voice, and the young man in the black shirt stepped forward over the shoulders of the onlookers, looked at the team leader, Mr. Yu, who nodded and said "be careful".Tunan watched Su Ze step into the grass, and quickly shouted: "Male god, can I go with you?!"

"No."

This refusal was straightforward without looking back, everyone laughed, and the fat man gave a thumbs up in the direction Su Ze left: "The god is wise."

The sporadic laughter has not subsided, Su Ze's breath has completely disappeared behind the bushes.Tunan looked at the direction where the black figure was disappearing, and there was no concealment of admiration in his bright eyes.

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The forest is very deep. Although the sun is very bright, it still can't see through the dense shade. Su Ze followed the bloodstain for a while and didn't find a figure, so he didn't plan to go deeper. When he turned around and prepared to turn back, he suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping, and followed the sound to look back. , I saw a vulture circling and landing in the bushes not far away.

Three zombies were gnawing on a corpse under the tree. The black vultures seemed to be impatient and landed from the branches one after another, but they did not dare to approach the extremely aggressive zombie rashly.

The part of the corpse that can be eaten has been almost eaten. One of the zombies raised its head at this time, its nose fluttered, and its stiff neck turned. The small eyes fixed in a certain direction for a second, and the end of the field of vision stopped. Two big black birds flew up on the branch, the zombie tilted its head, and the muddy pupils reflected the motionless figure squatting under the shadow of the tree crown on the branch, and the muzzle of the gun raised in the black shadow's hand.

boom.

The exploding blood sprayed on its two zombie companions, and the startled two zombies roared and jumped up, and the bullets pierced through two skulls in succession the moment their bodies stood up.All the bullets were dum bullets with exposed lead cores, and the exploded heads were like bursting watermelon scoops. As soon as the two headless zombies staggered to the ground, black vultures swarmed up.

Su Ze jumped down from the tree, walked past the group of vultures who were feasting with soft and soundless steps, used the muzzle of his rifle to push aside the corpses on the ground, and looked down at the human corpse. Holding a rifle, he picked it up with his toes and held it in his hand for a closer look, looking at the caliber, which matched the type of ammunition in the car stranded on the side of the road.

A few vultures jumped down from the chest of the corpse. Su Ze suddenly frowned and focused his eyes. The flesh on the chest of the corpse had been eaten away, but a mark on the ribs caught his attention—it was a fresh knife mark.

He swung the vulture in disbelief and squatted down to check. The marks could not be caused by the gnawing of the zombies, and the wound was on the chest. There is no doubt that this person was not killed by the attack of the zombies. This was his fatal injury.But how much force does it take to cause such a deep scar on the ribs?

Standing up full of doubts, suddenly a gust of wind blew past his ears, Su Ze instinctively turned around and raised his hand to block it, the barrel of the rifle slapped out the gleaming dagger with a "clang", and plunged it into a tree trunk next to it , the blade carries huge kinetic energy, especially still trembling.

In the next second, Su Ze had chased after the hidden weapon.

Cha Chacha ran all the way and waved away the dense bushes, pricked up his ears to listen to the other party's whereabouts, the footsteps in the grass seemed to be deep and shallow, and then suddenly disappeared.Su Ze stopped at the same time. He was standing in an open area of ​​the forest. After looking around, he aimed his gun at a tree in the north, and said coldly, "Don't hide, come out."

The forest suddenly became quiet, and I don't know how long it had passed. There was a hard gasp from behind the tree, as if he had finally let go of his teeth after being suppressed for a long time.

Su Ze held the gun and waited patiently. Not long after, a young man covered in blood staggered out from behind the tree while holding onto the trunk. Su Ze frowned and slowly put down the gun. Can't walk another three steps.

The young man looked at him with his hands on his chest, his face was covered with blood, and only his eyes were surprisingly bright. He stood in such a stubborn and unyielding posture for a while, but finally his body couldn't bear it, and he shook twice and fell to the ground.

The author has something to say about weapons. You don’t have to take it too seriously. It’s right to think that this is an overhead setting. Writing American weapons is also to avoid violating any rules in the future~~