The world's first zombie king

The summer of this year was very hot, and the chirping of cicadas on the trees and the smell of sweat from the crowd made him even more restless.

He tried his best, and finally squeezed into the front row in the crowd, and saw a red list posted on the old publicity board.He took a deep breath and finally looked at the top one.

No.1 is three words!

He bit his thumb and glanced down nervously. No. 2 is two words.

He burst into cheers, rushed out of the crowd almost madly, and shouted in a direction where no one greeted him: "I won! I won!"

He rushed onto the court, and the fierce basketball captain was selecting the new players for this class. A group of teenagers of different heights and younger than green onions stood in a row, and those who were selected were kicked out of the queue from behind. The person who gets kicked is even more elated.Standing next to the guy who regarded him as a deadly enemy, he was even dwarfed by the contrast.He hated it so much that he wanted to change seats with the person next to him, but after being kicked behind the buttocks, he laughed wildly and patted the thin arm of the guy next to him.

Then on the court, it was his turn to shoot the ball smartly, and all kinds of girls screamed and cheered.

And the long-haired girl in fluttering white clothes, with a blushing face against the setting sun, handed herself a love letter.

"Can I date you?" the girl asked shyly.

Of course! "sorry."

Ga?

"Why?" The girl wept bitterly. "Is it because you have someone you like?"

Fart, I will agree! "Yes. I like him, very much."

Seeing the girl turning her head and leaving crying, he was anxious and angry, turned around and ran towards the classroom, he wanted to find the person who obviously didn't do anything, but for some reason he just wanted to beat him up.

Before I got to the classroom, I met that bastard on the back mountain road.

The bastard's uniform was ripped into a mess, and two school bullies stood in front of him.He remembered that those two bullies liked to charge protection fees the most, the minimum at a time was 50, which was his pocket money for half a month—because they charged it twice a month.

He yelled, punched and kicked the bully away, and rescued the bastard from his clutches.

The bastard's pretty face was full of admiration and gratitude, he smiled smugly, hugged the bastard tightly in his arms, and kissed him.Yes, that's right, he wants to find him...

Chen Wenjia sat up abruptly, her eyes widened.In his eyes, he no longer saw the warm and warm campus scene, but the cold and dark residential houses.

I'm tired, but luckily it's a dream!

He wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist, and slowly sat up straight.

This was the first time he had a dream since he became a zombie. Is this good or bad?He stayed there for a while, looking at the room where only the wreckage of furniture remained, only then did he remember that he had lost consciousness again.

He made an appointment with Wei Fu, as long as he loses consciousness, anesthetizes himself without danger, drags him to a private house and locks him up, it doesn't matter how crazy he is in the room, as long as he stays outside.

It was the first time he had had it since he left the base.It had been seven days since the last attack, and this was the fourth day he had left the base.

He walked out of the house, it was still evening outside, Wei Fu probably hid in a neighbor's house.The faint sunlight fell on him, and a little bit of black burn marks immediately appeared on his fair skin.

He immediately retreated to the room, picked up the protective clothing that Wei Fu had taken off in advance and put it on, then slid and sat behind the door, waiting for the sunset.

Everything in the dream is so real and so memorable.

He hugged his knees and turned his face sideways, trying to bring himself back to dreamland and relive the unreal memories.

But until it was completely dark, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Wei Fu had already dragged two yoyo carts overturned from a neighbor and stood outside the yard.

Chen Wenjia remembered that he forgot to see the signal flare launched by the base today, and felt a little bad.For three consecutive days, all the shots were fired in green, which proved that Gong Mo was definitely seriously injured, otherwise the situation should have a tendency to improve instead of just remaining stable.

He walked out of the house and started a new day at work.

Now he is the leader of [-] zombies, but these zombies without IQ can't tell Chen Wenjia where suspicious people appear, so he can only do the search task himself.

For him, the role of the zombie army is to contend with the unknown number of zombies and the black frosts with unknown weapons. When the weapons he brought are always used up, he can only use the sea of ​​corpses tactics.

Except for some of the zombies who were called into the army as bodyguards, most of them were concentrated in the underground space under Times Square, ready to be mobilized for war.

He recovered four sets of saint pointers that were originally inserted in twenty suspicious points.Compared with the Saintess Pointer, he believed in his ability to attract monsters, but these sirens, to the exorcist, could be used as sirens, so they were all carried by him, and when he encountered a large number of corpses Time to plug in—he didn't want to face so many monsters alone.

With the yo-yo car, they don't need to run, and their forward speed is much faster.This small vehicle is fast in the dry sewers and light enough that it can sometimes be swung up and used as a weapon to smash the heads of enemies.Chen Wenjia even invented a mechanism with stabs coming out of the front end, and wherever he went, his head flew horizontally.

But even so, it took four nights to walk less than one-tenth of Nuo Da's underground city.Chen Wenjia thought about it, and decided to act in the morning - on the ground.

He wants to use himself as a human target.

Come on, all hatred, all greed, concentrate on me.

Let me kill all at once!

It's fairly easy to find a straight, long street in New York.

In the dead and silent city, a yellow van with a huge horn playing 80s rock music was slowly driving on the street.Even if the street isn't quite downtown, it's enough to attract attention.

The driver was wearing thick clothes, his facial features were tightly covered, his hands were pressed on the steering wheel, his head kept shaking, as if he was immersed in the loud rock music.

The word "KING" was sprayed in big red paint on the car body. It was painted ugly, but it showed the identity of the people in the car.

The car moved forward slowly at a turtle speed of nearly 15 kilometers per hour. When the car hit the building because it was too late to turn, the people in the car were still shaking, as if they didn't care.

After waiting for about an hour, there was still no movement.

The teenager lying on the high-rise near the building clicked his tongue, put away the binoculars, walked down by himself, pulled the struggling zombie in the car with his hands tied to the steering wheel, dragged him into the building, and tore him off. clothes, and then let go of this innocent zombie who was used as a stand-in.

Of course Chen Wenjia is not so stupid, using his own body as a target.Before dawn, he found a zombie, stuffed it into a car whose gas pedal was pressed by a stone, and disguised him as himself, so that everyone who tried to find him thought it was Chen Wenjia.

Then he stood by and watched the opponent's movements.

Maybe he will kill him directly, maybe he will rush to arrest him, maybe he will lure him towards a trap.

But in any case, no matter how anxious Chen Wenjia was, he would never put himself in danger easily.

After Wei Fu, who was in charge of checking the surrounding environment, came back and shook his head to indicate that there was nothing unusual, he drew a circle on the map.

Although the first time he swaggered through the market and did not get any response, Chen Wenjia decided to wait a few more days.

Maybe it's not that you don't see it, but you are watching yourself.The relationship between the Zombie King and White Eagle is so close, this mode of ostentatiously crossing the street alone is suspicious.

On the ninth day back in New York, Chen Wenjia still got nothing.

But the signal bullet had changed from green to yellow, which made the young man who had been gloomy for a long time finally show a relieved expression.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of injury he suffered, which made the iron-clad Gong Mo lie down for nine days before slowly recovering.It is best not to cause irreversible damage, such as...

He shook his head, covered all bad thoughts with swear words, and then put the weapons he found from the houses on the weapon rack he had just built.

If the former CIA could see this weapon rack, it would be horrified.In the city under their noses, there are so many sophisticated weapons, it seems that any one person can create a horror event.

He glanced at Wei Fu who was fiddling with weapons and was obviously in a good mood, and then looked up at the wall clock that was slowly moving on the wall.This underground city is like a different space, what's outside has nothing to do with him, as long as he is moving towards his only goal...

But he didn't know that in a distant place, the world was causing a little commotion because of him.

Heading into May, the weather in Washington is like a blue girl.

On the fourth day of the accident, when an honorable uninvited guest came to the palace manor, the weather started to turn from light rain to heavy rain. The body of the honored guest was soaked.

The security officer at the back finally couldn't take it anymore, and loudly reprimanded this ignorant man: "The chief is here to save your son, what kind of attitude is this!"

"I can understand that you are monitoring my son, but you didn't do anything when the bullet flew over. I don't think you can be let in at this time." Gong Li and the bodyguards around him blocked the wide door. It's hard for a puppy to get in.

Wei Fei smiled, "You knew about our surveillance?"

"With free bodyguards, who wouldn't? After all, that kid is still immature, and he can't be thoughtful in everything. An enemy's enemy is a friend—I thought so, but this accident made me feel that our tolerance doesn't need to continue. It's gone." Gong Li immediately issued an order to evict the guests.

Wei Fei rubbed his forehead: "Gong Li, I haven't had much dealings with you before this..." "That's because you were just a small boss before." Gong Li expressed the class of the two expressionlessly. gap.

"..." This mouth that makes people want to be strangled is indeed the inheritance of his father! "I apologize for the accident this time, but the distance from the other party's launch was too close, and we were too late."

It's really hard for them.Monitoring Gong Mo must consume a lot of their intelligence personnel lurking in the United States. In addition, although these children are young, they are alert enough, so they often have to monitor and track far away, and the information they obtain is limited.When the accident happened, even if they had time to react, they still suffered from the distance.Only after the plane crashed, the terrorist organization that tried to come to hunt it down could be repelled.

As for how Heishuang knew that the plane belonged to Gong Mo, and not the plane that hit the bodyguard next to him, that was a question.

"I came here to say a few words to Gong Mo. He has the right to know. Besides, I didn't mean to take him away. On the contrary, if you don't accept our suggestion, I'm afraid there will be other people within 24 hours. The organization came to force him to be taken away." Wei Fei looked solemn, "He is a citizen of our country after all, and my rights can only go so far."

Gong Li snorted coldly: "My father is an American, and my son is a Chinese. At this time, the world still has the mind to separate nationalities."

After speaking, he still turned sideways to make room for entry.

The White Eagle team had good luck.The plane was only blown to the tail propeller. When it fell, because of the timely operation, there was only a collision but no explosion.

The sixth pilot was the most injured, but none of the injuries were serious. Xiao Qiao suffered a broken right hand due to the impact, and Gong Mo, who was near the tail of the plane and was affected by the impact of the explosion, was the most seriously injured among the three—head He had eight stitches in his chest, multiple soft tissue contusions, a fractured left hand, broken ribs, hemorrhage in the chest cavity, and a mild concussion.

Even so, when Wei Fei came in, he had already opened his eyes and looked at the man who represented power.

"I thought you were a phoenix. When you were an exorcist, no matter how many injuries you suffered, you would definitely be able to get up and continue fighting on the seventh day." Wei Fei stood by his bed, looking down at the man who was shaved because of his injuries. hair youth.

"I'm a human. I'm not a zombie." Gong Mo's voice was much weaker than usual, but his momentum remained undiminished.

"Time is running out, and I like to be straight with you. What are you guys doing in New York? What are you hiding from us? Why didn't you tell me? You know the U.S. military has gone to arrest anyone who steps into their country now if it wasn't for my mediation." Has the Zombie King captured their laboratory?"

"After following us for so long, have you still not been able to find out what we are doing?" Gong Mo chuckled, "Your intelligence analysts are really weak."

"Based on past experience, it should be related to Black Frost. But we have searched a long time ago. New York is already a dead city, and there is no organization operating in it." Wei Fei said coldly, "You can choose to refuse to answer, then I will choose Give up protecting your zombie king."

Gong Mo looked directly at him: "Is the special pass you issued without stable value like paper to wipe your butt?"

"No, you made a mistake about Gong Mo." Wei Fei took out a photo and threw it on his chest, "You know, things like rights are the top energy in the human world, unless human beings have lost their organization, otherwise Rights are always the most powerful. I said no, he is a waste of paper, and you don’t need to comment on my credibility below. And the current situation is that even if I keep silent, Chen Wenjia still cannot survive. In your On the day of the accident, he had already left the base and entered New York City."

Gong Mo's body trembled, he shook off the infusion needle with his uninjured hand, picked up the photo on his chest, and stared at it not clearly, but it was enough to see whose figure it was.

The teenager in the photo took another special soldier, carrying a huge backpack, and his body was covered with weapons, and had already crossed the blockade.

"Except for him and Wei Fu, no one followed. What is there in this city that allows him to sneak in so fully armed? If it is really Heishuang, why does he dare to go alone? Or...you don't know at all? "Wei Fei read the inside story from his shocked expression.

"...Where's Ryuzaki Toshihiko?" Gong Mo suppressed his anger and raised his head to ask him.

"Toshihiko Ryuzaki was taken away by the headquarters on the same day because he was suspected of collaborating with the enemy. Stewart is missing. The other exorcists were sent back to the headquarters together." Wei Fei bent down and stared at him coldly, belonging to the commander The momentum slowly emerged, "Little ghost, should you know the power of power now? No matter how great a hero you were once, you must learn to bend down and kneel before this thing. Otherwise, you will always be let yourself, and put others in danger."

The photo was held into a ball by Gong Mo.

The anger in his heart and the pain in his body made his face paler.

"Tell me, what is there in New York?" Wei Fei lowered his voice, "Chen Wenjia, who has been cut off from any retreat, is now living on an isolated island. They asked me to hand over the child's whereabouts, and I said no, No reason, because he is a member of our country, and only we have the right to judge him. No, whether he is guilty or not, we have to wait until all this is settled before we can make a decision, don’t you think?”

"...Tell me, is it true that you have gained power only by climbing to your position?" Gong Mo gritted his teeth and glared at him sideways.

Wei Fei was stunned, and smiled wryly: "How can there be standards for rights? Everyone wants to stand at the top, so everyone keeps kicking the posterity down and dragging the predecessors down. Only by standing firmly Only the one who has become the only one who has the right to speak. In fact, I really don't want you children with ideals to get involved in these disgusting games, but," he patted Gong Mo's head: "when in this game When it's all rubbish, we have to have the power to get rid of it."

He looked at the man who was seen as the leader of the younger generation and knew that his words had mattered.

The young people of this generation regard power as a scourge, and everyone avoids it, but it leads to the withering of the positive energy of the upper class.He hoped that this young man could really grow up and drive out all these damned darkness.

He was, after all, too lonely.

"Okay, Mr. Phoenix, tell us everything, let's work together to change everything."