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up my ass? "

Jun Yiwen took a few steps back, unable to scream in horror, it was Jin Ming, but it wasn't Jin Ming, but a monster.

... The monster in front of me is very thin, every rib can be seen, and the whole body is naked, only the fart is bloody and fleshy, the flesh has been hollowed out, and the pink and purple thing underneath is dangling as he walks, Jun Yiwen He covered his mouth all of a sudden, but the disgusting feeling made him kneel on the ground and spit it out.

What he ate should be the meat from Jin Ming's butt, which is very fat and very fragrant.

The monster approached slowly, Jun Yiwen wiped his mouth, just about to stand up and run, when the monster raised his hand and didn't know what he did, he felt a pain in his back and fell to the ground.

"You ate my ass! You ate my ass! I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat! I like you! I like you!" The monster hissed and screamed in a strange language, and Jun Yiwen felt his whole body move No, but Jin Ming's limbs were slowly pulled together like plasticine, and he made a few bends around his limbs. After pulling his limbs apart firmly, he commanded his limbs to slowly turn him over, Get him on his hips.

Just as Jun Yiwen was about to struggle, the monster had already slapped his butt violently with its thick tongue. It wasn't until he began to shake slightly from the regular beating, and his skin became red and swollen, that he stopped and licked it lightly. Jun Yiwen's chrysanthemum mouth.

This feeling is very subtle, Jin Ming's teeth are very sharp, he is nibbling on the edges, and when Jun Yiwen just wanted to relax, his tongue has already driven straight in.

After the little chrysanthemum was wet, the monster grabbed his thigh and pushed it forward fiercely, stabbing it to the bottom.

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"Hmm... ah... um..." Jun Yiwen sadly shook his body following the violent movements of the monster. Slowly, the rhythm of entering and exiting became faster and faster, and the monster on his body also gasped and uttered ravings: "My flesh ...my meat..."

Jun Yiwen was out of breath from the fierce and rapid friction in his body, and was also driven crazy by this trembling feeling.

He swore that if he was alive, he would never eat meat.

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Postscript: In the mid-60s, a strange incident broke out in the Qingshan quarry. One day, everyone died suddenly, only one named Jun Yiwen survived. The quarry caretaker reported that a plague had occurred, but the epidemic prevention When the personnel arrived at the scene, they were surprised to find that everyone died in exactly the same way. They all died of excessive bleeding after their buttocks were dug out.

Of course, this matter will never appear in the public eye.

17. The person under the bed...

[Please look this way... the sculpture here is the most admired animal by the Chinese - the dragon, he has... Of course, in everyone's impression, the dragon is an evil and dark creature, and as a Chinese We think that the dragon is a kind of mascot, and we call ourselves the descendants of the dragon...Okay, let’s look at this again, this is the mansion built by the most famous Jun family at that time more than 100 years ago, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters Mi, it is definitely a building comparable to Suzhou gardens...]

The well-dressed, long and beautiful Chinese tour guide is explaining to the tour group composed of more than 90 people the scenic spots they visited in standard American English—Jun Family Courtyard. In the early 2000s of the [-]th century, when China’s reform and opening up gradually developed, more and more foreigners wanted to travel to this mysterious country. As an old city with a history of more than [-] years, City B played the role of China’s image ambassador. , leading batch after batch of foreign tourists to visit.

"Phew... these Yankees... are really difficult to serve..." Li Ling left the time for taking pictures with a smile after finishing her explanation, and after telling them the meeting time, she walked to the main hall with her hands pounding her waist and decided to take a break Before he took off his tour cap and sat down, he saw a foreigner who looked like a backpacker standing in the lobby quietly admiring the sights.

This foreigner is very young, about 24 or [-] years old, very handsome, with sharp outlines, deep features, very tall, wide shoulders, narrow waist, round buttocks, black hair, dark green eyes, wearing a well-fitting white sportswear , with a point-and-shoot camera made in Japan hanging around his neck. From a distance, it looks like Apollo in Greece.

Li Ling drools on the spot, this is a handsome foreign guy who looks like a Chinese!But at this moment, the man's head was slightly raised, his face was confused, he was quietly looking at the portraits and photos of the ancestors of the Jun family hanging on the wall, his light-colored thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was wondering about something.

[Sir, I am a tour guide, do you have any doubts and need me to explain? 】Li Ling walked over and looked at the man like a nympho. The man hummed in bewilderment, then immediately turned his head and said softly in non-standard Chinese: "I feel... this seems to be my home... ...so familiar..."

Li Ling was dumbfounded: "Sir, you can speak Chinese!" The man bent his lips and smiled, his Chinese was not very good, so he pretended not to understand and stared at the photos of those people on the wall, Jun Shu Ying, Jun Zixuan, Jun Yiwen...the names of these people are so familiar to him, and they look so similar, for a moment, he feels that he must be the son named Jun Yiwen.

Li Ling who was on the side didn't see any abnormality in the man, and quickly joked in English: [Hehehehe, so to speak, the husband looks somewhat similar to the ancestors of the Jun family in the photo.However, according to historical records, the members of the Jun family are all single-generation, each generation has only one son, and these people either disappeared or died strangely. Anyway, their fate is not very good. This Jun family compound has become a national cultural relic. , for tourists to visit. 】

The man smiled when he heard this, stretched out his hand and caressed the rough brick wall in confusion, felt the strong historical and cultural atmosphere, seemed to understand it, changed the subject, and introduced himself in a low voice: "My name is Mr. Alexander, this time I am here China is here to find my father."

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After getting rid of the lady tour guide who smiled sweetly but had excitement in her eyes, Alexander stopped and stopped, and when the hospital was about to close, he left the Jun's compound and went straight to the hotel he reserved.

The hotel is called Red Star Hotel, a quasi-four-star hotel, decorated like a European palace, very gorgeous, and has a swimming pool, sauna room, bar, and a variety of dishes in the restaurant. Alexander took the room key from the front desk and went straight to the hotel. tenth floor.

He didn't have a lot of luggage, so he didn't call the doorman. After getting off the elevator by himself, he found that the aisles were long and narrow, and there were many rooms. He looked at his house number, which read 1069. Alexander grinned, Chinese That's a lot. If you reason like this, there are at least 69 houses on one floor.

Room 1069 is the farthest from the elevator, and Alexander seemed to have walked for 3 minutes before finding his room.

It was difficult for the key to get into the keyhole. Alexander twisted it for a long time before opening the door. The wooden door made a strange sound, and when the door creaked open, a strange smell came over his face.

Cough cough cough... what the hell smell?Four-star hotels in China still do this again?Alexander complained a little in his heart, frowned and slapped it with his hands. Suddenly, he felt something red flash past between the door and the wall. It seemed that something was standing at the door and staring at him through the gap between the door and the wall looking at him.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon. It stands to reason that the sun hadn't set yet, but the room was dark, and Alexander shivered unconsciously.This feeling was very strange. He didn't believe in Christ at all, but he still took out a cross on his chest and held it upright. He kicked the door cautiously. He looked around in front of the door and found nothing unusual.

Uh... what's wrong with me... Alexander raised his forehead and turned on the light at the door, and the room was lit up.

This is a room of about 20 square meters, with a two-meter large bed, a 23-inch Nissan TV at the foot of the bed, two single sofas and a small round wooden table near the window , Open bathroom, only frosted glass separates the bathroom and toilet.

Fortunately, the room was still clean. Alexander walked to the bed in satisfaction, and opened all the dark curtains, and the whole room was brightened immediately.

At this time, the sun had not yet set, and it shone warmly into the room. Alexander closed his eyes, thinking about his trip to China in the past few days, and suddenly felt excited. He seemed to have found his ancestors, but it was a pity. Knowing where his father was, Alexander slowly opened his eyes, staring at the Chinese downstairs who were as small as ants walking downstairs with his dark green eyes, and suddenly hoped that one of them was the father he was looking for. Thinking of this, he sighed slightly...Father, are you dead or alive...and where? ... Mom is seriously ill... She really wants to see you...

Alexander, who was in deep thought, didn't know that under the sunlight, the long shadows refracted on the floor of the room were two.

I wrote today's itinerary and the clues I found into a diary. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Alexander squeezed his sore neck with his hands, calculated the time difference, picked up the phone by the bedside, and called an international long-distance call.

It happened to be the morning in Los Angeles, and it was the nurse from Renci Hospital who answered the phone. She briefly explained who she wanted to call. After a while, a familiar and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

[Ya, how is China?Do you want to say that on TV? 】Alexander's voice was a little choked up, and he said with a smile: 【Mom...it's as backward as it is said on TV. The TV station is fooling the Chinese people. China...just has a little more people, and everything else is fine. 】

My mother laughed softly, with excitement in her voice: [Remember to take more photos and show them to me. 】Alexander licked his lips, leaned against the head of the bed, put his feet on the ground, and said softly: 【Mom... I saw his photo... Don't worry... I will definitely bring my father back ...]

Alexander's mother, Elena, was of French-English mixed race. During World War II, she and her parents settled in the United States. After the war, she met Jun Yiwen, who was studying for a Ph.D. in the United States, and they fell in love at first sight. There was no more news, and Elena on the other end found out that she was pregnant.

This kind of plot is really a fighter in dog blood. Many years later, Elena got cancer, and her only thought was to find her lover who had disappeared many years ago.

Although Alexander didn't like this man who could leave him and his mother behind, his mother worked hard at three jobs for him to study since he was a child, and even invited overseas Chinese to teach him Chinese every weekend, which shows that she still has a heart for her irresponsible father. In love, no matter how you say it, I am still one-half of the Chinese people after all, and the most important thing is to be good and filial.

The conversation between mother and son was very warm and full of laughter. Alexander leaned on the head of the bed, stepping on the ground with his bare feet, telling interesting stories about his coming to China as much as possible. Start to tell the story of what happened in the ward.

A white arm stretched out from under the bed at an extremely slow speed. The arm was covered with black patterns, and it was crawling over with its fingers bit by bit.

The fingers of this hand are very slender, the nails are very long, and the back of the hand is bruised and purple, which looks like a corpse spot.The skin was a sickly white, with purple blood vessels visible.

Alexander didn't realize it, and still barefooted he was seriously talking about the scenery he saw in City B. When the weird hand was about to grab his ankle, Alexander rubbed his legs back and sat cross-legged on the bed.

The hand grabbed the empty space at once, and quickly crawled back under the bed.

After Alexander finished the conversation with Elena, he got up happily to take a shower. The mother's mental state during the phone call just now was not bad, and she made progress in finding her father. Go to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow and ask, maybe you can find him I met my father.

Thinking so, Alexander poured the shampoo into his hands, rubbed it a few times, and closed his eyes to enjoy the joy of bathing.

After taking a shower, Alexander fell on the bed without even wearing his clothes.

He fell asleep quickly, but he felt that his sleep was not very stable. The bed was very soft, and the height of the pillow was moderate, but he always felt the cold wind blowing from nowhere, and his back felt a chill. Terribly numb.

Alexander felt that he could not move in a half-dream and half-awake, it seemed that something jumped over the bed and hugged him suddenly, and a hard object suddenly rose from the originally flat bed, and pressed straight against his back buttocks.

A pair of arms slowly stretched out from under the bed, passed straight through the bed board, wrapped around Alexander's waist, and a wet, slippery tongue-like thing gently touched his earlobe.

There's someone... there's someone under the bed...!

Alexander was terrified, but... there is no space under this bed to hide a person!How could this person...?Thinking of this, he couldn't help trembling all over, and the back of his head went numb.

Those arms were covered with black patterns, and they hugged him tighter and tighter, tightly clamping down on Alexander's chest, and the hard thing also began to spray out sticky things, rubbing against his buttocks, unexpectedly hard I just want to go up and push in.

The man under the bed wanted to rape him!

After realizing this, Alexander began to work hard to control his body and resisted.It's a pity that he couldn't move his body, and after a little struggle, he turned into a look with his legs wide open, letting you eat.

The man under the bed chuckled for a while, moved his arms down, and hugged Alexander's waist, and began to lick the neck behind his ears with his tongue, slowly pushing the root of evil up, slowly Into his warm place.

"f...u...c...k...you..." His body was in pain as if being split by a sharp object. Alexander tensed up and broke out in a cold sweat. The thing behind him was still moving at a constant speed. He frowned his well-shaped eyebrows, and greeted the guy hiding under the bed behind him in his native language.

After a while of berserk, those arms and the root of evil retreated slowly, retracting into the bed.

Alexander jumped up, rushed out of the room and stood guard at the door, calling out loudly.

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Because it was a foreign friend who was attacked, the police quickly dispatched, and soon found a corpse under the bed that was pressed against the bed board. Nailed to the bed board, the police speculate that he was killed at least 20 years ago.

Alexander felt a little unbelievable. The rape that he enjoyed so much just now really existed. His back is still wet and slippery, and sometimes he has to hold it tightly to prevent it from accidentally leaking out.But now the police found it... Could it be that the person who raped him just now was a mummy?

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Alexander was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, sitting quietly at the stern of the small speedboat, quietly throwing the ashes in his hands.

In the end, mother Elena still didn’t wait for her father Jun Yiwen to let go. She was a Christian and asked to be cremated before she died. She could find him wherever she went.

[Ya!Come on, come on, a person floats over from the sea! 】My girlfriend Ivy who was steering the stern suddenly exclaimed.

people?Could it be smuggling?Alexander was suspicious, but soon went to the stern with the urn.

Not far away floated a person crouching on a similar plank.This person has long black hair, which has been wet by the sea water, and is clumped together. He is wearing a tattered dark red shirt, revealing a pair of fair arms painted with black patterns.

This...he knows this pattern!

Alexander took a step back unconsciously. This pattern...isn't it the pattern on the arm of that thing he met in China?

Alexander was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and when he looked carefully, the man's hands and feet were also pierced by iron nails, slowly leaving dark red blood, and after being washed by the sea, the traces of blood disappeared without a trace It turned out to be exactly the same as the mummy found in that room! >

What exactly is going on?

The person floating on the sea seemed to have sensed Alexander's gaze, and suddenly raised his head, revealing an extremely gorgeous but bruised face, licked his tongue as if he still had something to say, and smiled strangely at him.

18. City of Angels (Part [-])...

July 2022, 7, Los Angeles, USA

Ryan Wen Jun was awakened by heart-piercing roars from downstairs.

"SHIT!" He cursed a little, turned over, buried his head heavily in the pillow, and tried his best to filter the sound waves. He had just returned from a visit to relatives in China and he hadn't lost his jet lag. Unfortunately, after a while, he heard the door again. Huge gunshots came from outside, still accompanied by the woman's screaming and crying.

"SHIT!" Ryan jumped up from the bed, looked at the calendar on the bedside, was surprised to find that he had slept for two days, and cursed again: "Today is Independence Day!" He Pressing the suddenly painful temple, he took out the Colt pistol under the pillow, walked to the door quietly with bare feet, and looked out the door with cat eyes.

There is nothing unusual outside the door.

He lives on the top floor of an apartment, the 48th floor. Ryan thought about it, there are a total of eight households on this floor, and everyone knows each other, except that he himself is the CIA who pretends to be the manager of the public relations department of an energy company. The others are all elites from the financial and legal circles. They have lived in peace for several years. Why did such a violent attack happen today?

Calling 911, Ryan went back to the house and made a quick dial.

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone, and there was still no answer after calling three or four times. Ryan frowned, and suddenly felt strange. No one answered 911. What's going on?

The alarm system in the United States will never be answered within ten seconds. Ryan returned to the room, put on a white tight vest, and ran back to the door quickly.

He cautiously put the safety chain on the latch, quietly opened a small slit, and saw a black shadow pounce on him. Ryan reflexively wanted to close the door, but the black shadow outside the door was hard He firmly grasped the crack of the door with his fingers, holding on firmly to open the door.

This person's strength is really great. Ryan felt that a person from a standard military school like himself could not match the person outside the door with all his strength, and the fingernails of that person were very long, and his hands smelled of blood rust. The nails are still full of flesh-red flesh-like things.

Today is not Halloween!Ryan blocked the door firmly, but the person outside the door was indifferent to his fingers being pinched, and still wanted to push the door in. Ryan cursed the swear words he had learned in his heart, and joked at the person at the door: " Dude! Today is not Halloween, no candy!"

The answer he got was a more violent slam on the door. Ryan was very impatient. Thinking of the gunshots just now, he opened the door and pointed the gun at the person at the door and shouted: "No...!" , but he couldn't speak for a while.

The person in front of him, whose skin has turned blue-gray, and black blood vessels can still be seen at the corners of his eyes, is staring straight at him with blood-red eyes, with his mouth open and his throat making an indistinct cry, clumsily Stretching his arms, as if his joints had become stiff, he moved his stiff legs and walked towards him bit by bit.

this person!Isn't it the doorman on the first floor...what's his name is David!Ryan didn't realize it for a while, and took a few steps back in surprise. At this time, David was wearing a black uniform, but it was already in tatters. His stomach was ripped open by something, and his intestines and internal organs were a little gray. It flowed to the ground bit by bit, and exuded a rancid smell all over,... This... It doesn't look like Halloween, is this a zombie?Resident Evil live-action version?

Ryan held the gun in his hand, took a step back cautiously, and warned in a low voice: "Don't move! Otherwise I'll shoot!" David didn't seem to hear a word, still uttering a vague howl like a wild animal, and firmly pointed to the he comes.

As if he had been summoned by David, three zombies with similar appearances appeared at the door one after another, walking towards him in a surrounded shape. Years of training made Ryan calm down, and he tentatively fired a shot first. He hit the ground and found that the four zombies were indifferent, so he fired without hesitation.

This shot hit David's thigh. The bullet fired by the Colt pistol at close range was very powerful, but such a close shot did not stop David's progress at all. Pausing for a moment, she walked towards him firmly.

for real?Ryan wanted to take a few steps back, but accidentally stepped on the remote control that was thrown on the ground. The TV was turned on with a snap, and a rush of live reports came immediately: "This is Los Angeles. This is Los Angeles. Since it appeared two days ago After killing the zombies... citizens please pay attention to safety, don't go out, don't make too much noise, warn again, the bites of zombies are contagious, please wait for the rescue of the army...their weakness is in the head ... CNN correspondent Jessica reports."

"Grass!" Ryan cursed a rare Chinese sentence, and these Halloween lovers in front of him are really zombies!Without hesitation, he calmly shot the heads of the four zombies, but he didn't expect more zombies to pour in at the door.

There were about a dozen zombies that appeared this time, and Ryan felt their faces were familiar. They seemed to be residents of this floor. Some female zombies were wearing designer evening gowns and [-]cm stilettos, like flowers and jade. It's a pity to think about becoming a zombie at an early age. Ryan raised his arm and shot calmly.

It didn't take long for the bullets to run out, Ryan could only run a few steps quickly, turned over beautifully and jumped over the cooking table in the open kitchen with one hand, grabbed a miniature grenade he hid in the drawer, and threw it out.

"Coax" the room was bombed into a mess, Ryan coughed a few times, grabbed a knife and looked up, a group of zombies had been blasted into pieces of meat, and the wooden gate was blasted to nothing but A few pieces of wood, this is the apartment he bought after selling his life for the CIA for ten years!Ryan complained a little in his heart, but on the surface he dropped the bedside table to the door calmly, got up and quickly took out a black tight vest from the closet and put it on, put on camouflage pants and military leather boots, and took it from the closet He took out his own desert eagle and Glock18, magazines, backpack, three grenades, dagger, rope, and a shotgun, plus two sandwiches in his refrigerator, and packed them all into the bag.

Ryan is a little thankful that he chose a military academy when he was in college, and entered the CIA with a fake identity. Otherwise, he would have been gnawed out of his brain by zombies when he encountered such a thing today.The movement of the grenade was very loud just now, but it did not attract zombies. It must be that there are only so many zombies on this floor.

But absolutely not waiting for death, Ryan took out his military mobile phone and quickly called the number of the reception desk at the headquarters, but he couldn't get through. Then he changed to his boss's private number, but it didn't work. His colleague Heinrich's was still different.

Ryan felt a little terrified and scared all of a sudden, thinking of his fathers and Xiao Jingran who were far away in China, wondering if they were safe...

After thinking about it, he called his home in China, but it still didn't work.It may be that the signal here has been cut.Ryan sighed slightly, and glanced at himself in the mirror before leaving.

The self in the mirror is about 28 or [-] years old, with a not-so-typical Asian appearance, dark red eyes—because his DNA mutated at that time, this is a beautiful face that is popular among men, women and children, and has a good figure. Wearing this special forces uniform feels even more handsome...

Humans always have to entertain themselves, right?Ryan became a little narcissistic, and then regained his composure.

The most important thing now is how he escaped from the 48th floor. According to his estimation, the 48th floor is basically full of residents, that is thousands of zombies!

Although the zombies broke out, there was neither power nor water cut-off here. Ryan carefully checked all the residents on this floor and found many traces of packing up and leaving in a hurry. Many people must have escaped.

It's okay, it's okay, but when he looked at the fire exit again, he couldn't laugh all of a sudden. There were many zombies densely packed in the corridor. The joints of these zombies were stiff, and they couldn't climb upstairs, so some of them jumped, Some crawled on all fours, trying to get up to his floor bit by bit. When he looked down, he didn't know how many zombies were densely packed.

Ryan felt his scalp go numb. These zombies must have been attracted by the sound he made just now. He closed the door of the fire escape with a calm expression, smashed the glass of the fire equipment beside him, and wrapped the water supply hose around the doorknob. , and turned to look at the elevator.

The only way now is to take the elevator.

Ryan pressed the button, pushed open the elevator door, waited until the elevator reached the 47th floor, grabbed the cable and jumped down.This jump happened to land on the top of the elevator. Ryan quickly leaned over, and the movement was done in one go. The elevator stopped with a "ding" and slowly opened the door.

Ryan quietly listened to the sound of the elevator inside, but he didn't hear the sound for a long time, so he took out the Glock 18, which can fire [-] bullets in a row, and quietly opened the ventilation panel on the elevator.

The zombies seemed to know that he was on the top of the elevator, and looked at him with their heads up. Seeing that he had opened the ventilation panel, they all waved it like crazy. With both arms, some even played a game of stacking arhats, one stepping on the other and wanting to climb up.

Bang, bang, bang... Although the recoil of the Glock18 was not too great, Ryan felt his arms were numb when the twenty bullets were fired at once. And brains, even a little splashed on his face, for a moment, he thought he was a murderer.

Just in case, he did not change the bullet, but pulled out the Desert Eagle with his other hand, waited quietly for 3 minutes, and jumped off the elevator when he saw that there were no zombies moving in the elevator.

He didn't jump on these corpses, but split his legs, spread his legs in a zigzag style, and firmly supported the double walls of the elevator room. He leaned out and quickly pressed the button on the first floor, and the elevator closed slowly. , he breathed a sigh of relief and continued back to the top of the elevator.

It seemed easy to get out of the building, but when he got to the first floor, there was no movie scene like he imagined - a group of zombies were standing dryly at the elevator door waiting for a big meal, but there was no one in the lobby, Ryan thought for a while , and then press the B2 key.

When starting his cheap Nissan car, Ryan called his home in China again, but there was still no response, but this time there was a crackling sound, as if something was blocking his signal.

Ryan pulled up the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the underground parking lot.

The street was full of traffic and noise, and now it was extremely quiet. All the cars were parked crookedly on one side, as if the owner of the car had encountered something and had to stop in an emergency. Human corpse?Ryan let out a small exclamation in his heart. He was about to pass by quietly, but he heard a burst of gunfire resembling firecrackers coming from the east.

Uh... oh my god... why is there still the sound of a heavy machine gun?Ryan immediately drove forward. After turning two or three streets, he found a tank in the middle of the street. At least [-] zombies had surrounded the tank. There were more than a dozen people standing on top of the tank. A strong man with a machine gun, wearing a camouflage uniform, looks like a soldier at first glance, and the remaining dozen or so men stand outside, surrounded by women and children, holding machine guns, shotguns, etc., one shot at a time Destroying the zombies who wanted to drag people down.

Ryan didn't even think about it. He shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator. When he was about to hit the zombies, he quickly turned and stepped on the brakes. He crushed a dozen zombies to death. He threw a grenade by the way, blowing up the zombies. Countless, the dozen or so people were originally desperate, but their eyes lit up when they saw Ryan's arrival.

These fools!Still driving tanks?The most useless of such a strong thing!

Ryan gritted his teeth and threw out all the grenades on his body, stepped on the accelerator again, and waved loudly: "Get out of the tank quickly, that is useless! Leave one as backup, the one over there..." Ryan Pointing to the yellow school bus parked on the side of the road, "Which of you can drive? Hurry up and get in that car and leave!"

This group of people seemed to follow Ryan's suggestion, and one by one, they shifted slowly towards the yellow school bus. Ryan also took advantage of this time to take out his guns, and shot while driving around with the zombies.

Finally, everyone got on the yellow school bus and left here without any danger.Ryan followed the school bus and stopped at a gas station on the outskirts of the city.

After careful inspection to make sure that the gas station was not in any danger, Ryan knew the whole story of the incident.

There are a total of fourteen people in front of me, eight men, six women, and a very beautiful little girl among them. These people are all survivors. I heard from them that two days ago—that is, when Ryan just returned to China, for some reason , A crisis of loss broke out here, and the people they knew, relatives, and lovers all turned into zombies eating human flesh.

Ryan frowned slightly. This group of people was obviously very hungry. They ran into the convenience store one by one, picked up food and ate it. He got a little understanding. These fourteen people have various professions. The captain's name is Ronnie Bowman, probably less than 30 years old, German, blond, blue eyes, high nose bridge, typical Aryan appearance, and fit body. He used to belong to the Marine Corps and is now an officer in service. It seems to be lieutenant colonel.

Ryan raised his eyebrows. Since he is a military officer, he must have something to do with the CIA of the Ministry of Land and Resources or the Ministry of National Defense. Maybe they are still old colleagues, but his military rank is a colonel. Does the man in front of him have to stand up and ask him? salute?

Ryan didn't explain his identity, but said that he was a small manager of an energy company. When Ronnie looked at his equipment with a half-smile, he also pretended that he was a loyal weapon lover.

Ryan's joining allowed them to add some combat power. A group of people made a bonfire to adjust the atmosphere. The only girl, five or six years old, came over and hugged the big bear. Big eyes, pursed mouth and whispered: "Uncle, have you seen my mother?"

The little girl is very cute, with blond curly hair, and a butterfly clip on her hair, just looking at Ryan with big wet eyes... so cute!

Ryan smiled, hugged the little girl on his knees, and asked kindly: "Just call me Ryan, I haven't seen your mother, but she must be waiting for you..." Before saying this, the little girl The girl's face was pale and she slowly lowered her head, leaning softly against his chest.

Poor little child... Maybe her mother has already... Before Ryan had time to feel emotional, he felt the little girl on his body slowly straighten up... Her face was close to his neck, and a groan came out of her throat. The sound of a zombie.

wrong!This little girl... Before Ryan could react, he felt that the little girl had bitten his neck. He could feel the sound of blood gushing out, and the people around him were already screaming, "She is infected by zombies!" Already!"

Ryan pushed the little girl who had turned into a zombie away with all his strength, and pressed the artery tightly with his hands