The Little Wolf Dog Keeps Getting the Money

Everyone was wearing jackets, full of guns, bullets and explosives, and they could easily protrude from the encirclement, but they didn't dare to be careless.

Wen Jia and Zhao Fengnian returned from the other side of the corridor to explore the way, and the two of them looked bad.

"There is no need to go to the top, there is nothing good." Wen Jia said.

"It's all students, and I feel distressed when I start." Zhao Fengnian feels that he is like an all-wicking terrorist now.

But if they don't get started, the children will be "alive" like walking corpses, and they will never get free.

Lao Yuan looked at his watch. It was already past six.

"Forget it, I'm out of luck today, and I will find another place tomorrow."

Ordinary zombies and mutant zombies are difficult to see from the outside. If you want to dig a spar, you have to knock down each zombies one by one, and then break your brain to see if there is a spar inside.

There are large and small spars. The large ones are the same as eggs. The small ones are as big as the small fingernails. They are difficult to find. Therefore, Baping and Muzi need to make a special trip to find them carefully, which also takes a lot of time.

Just downstairs, passing a half-open classroom, Mu Zi saw that there was a zombie lying at the door, his head was relatively complete, and it should have been missed during the collection process.

There was no gain from this trip, and Mu Zi was also a little dissatisfied, and immediately greeted others, "Wait, there is a guy who slipped through the net here."

As he said, he pushed the door open, went down and pierced the zombie's head with a chisel, looking for spar in the rotten brain tissue full of dangdang.

The nearby zombies have been cleaned up, and there are five other people on guard, Mu Zi didn't pay attention to the surrounding movement, only digging the heads of the zombies intently.

Mu Zi looked overjoyed when he touched something hard and sudden with his fingers, "Ha, I found it!"

He took the thing out easily and wiped the brains on his head, it turned out to be a good-quality spar.

During this time, they have been doing experiments. The more crystal clear and rosy spar, the better the water purification effect. A small piece of high-quality spar can purify a large bucket of water and can be reused.

And those spars that look like stone lumps, many of them are not as useful as a high-quality spar, and can only be discarded as ordinary stones after using them once.

Putting the spar in his pocket, Mu Zi just stood up, hearing what seemed to be a noise behind the door, he curiously walked around the door and looked back.

Wen Jia, who was closest to the door, put his hand in his pocket, and suddenly heard Mu Zi let out a startled roar, "Fuck!"

All of them were taken aback, and they reacted almost in the blink of an eye. They picked up a gun and rushed into the classroom. Wen Jia at the door kicked off the door and plunged into the classroom.

"Old Yuan, Old Yuan—"

Mu Zi's exclamation reverberated in the classroom, and the few people had never heard Mu Zi's horrible cry so heartbreaking, and they were quite astonished for a while.

The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom were all thrown away, and the sound of ping-pong-pong almost covered Muzi's screams. The classroom that had not been cleaned for a long time was covered with dust and spider webs, and the dust flew all over the sky in the chaos, making everyone's vision blurred and unable to see exactly what happened to Mu Zina.

Old Yuan Xin mentioned her throat, "Muzi!"

"Old Yuan, shoot..."

Something bumped back and forth in the classroom, accompanied by a low roar. They didn't know where Muzi was, and even if they knew something was there, they didn't dare to shoot rashly.

Wen Jia rushed to the middle of the classroom a few steps, was hit by the falling fluorescent tube, and was dragged back by Zhao Fengnian. At the same time, it seemed to have suffered a huge impact, and the entire classroom followed and shook, and the floor showed slight cracks.

"Fuck it, earthquake!" Ba Ping was unsteady and yelled at him to avoid falling rocks.

There have been earthquakes recently, but the magnitude is very low. They don't feel dangerous in the open area. Now they can't avoid them when they get indoors.

Several people were stumbling around and trying to find a way to save Muzi, all of them were anxious.

Qin Chi retired to the corridor, quickly took out a smoke disperser from the space and threw it into the classroom. The spiral-shaped machine flew out in a circle, spraying out the water mist with special reagents, and calming the scattered dust in a few seconds. Come down.

"If you have this stuff, don't you use it early!" Old Yuan roared.

Qin Chi also laughed angrily. This thing was still a new type of weapon that Uncle Deng had given back. He thought it was useless and kept throwing it in the corner of the space. It was only used when he remembered it just now.

The smoke was dispersed, the earthquake stopped, and everyone could finally see what was happening in the classroom.

Muzi was lifted high by a rotten and swollen arm, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and that arm was just like a tree trunk. It was so hard and huge, it was not like what humans once had.

The owner of the arm is a big bald man with a surprisingly large body, two or three times bigger than the oldest Yuan in Qin Chi's group. I don't know if it was that big before or the change after the corpse.

At this time, the big man had become a zombie, powerful and irrational, only taking the muzi in front of him as prey, waiting to be swallowed up after playing with it.

Although there was a gun in his hand, no one dared to actually shoot. That zombie is probably an evolutionary variant, and its speed and strength should not be underestimated, and Mu Zi is still in its hands. If it uses Mu Zi to block the gun, the consequences will be disastrous.

Muzi was slammed against the wall, his internal organs were damaged, and the corners of his mouth were slowly bleeding.

The corners of his mouth twitched with distress, Lao Yuan rushed over when he lifted the axe, "Old Wen follow me, Xiao Qin, you cover!"

Wen Jia quickly followed, and Qin Chi fired a shot at the back door. Taking advantage of the zombie's attention was drawn there, Lao Yuan stepped on the desk and leaped suddenly, and his axe smashed into the middle of the zombie's head.

At the same time, Wen Jia slid down the zombie, clenched the machete with both hands and slashed towards the zombie's ankles, trying to limit the zombie's mobility.

With an axe and a machete, the two of them used their greatest strength to find the best angle, but they were unable to shake the zombies.

The axe and the machete shattered together, and Old Yuan showed an unbelievable look, but the current situation did not allow him to hesitate.

Stepping on the back of the zombie, Lao Yuan directly took out the gun, aimed at the ear canal of the zombie, and fired several shots banging bang.

Changed to other zombies, several bullets flew directly into the brain, the zombie was destroyed long ago, but this zombie is particularly powerful, the bullet stirred in the brain several times, it actually just screamed violently, the other arm Waved to Old Yuan.

Lao Yuan jumped a few steps away, avoiding the tables and chairs thrown by the zombies, then drew out the machete and then rushed forward, slashing hard at the zombie's popliteal site.

Seeing that the two were fighting for several minutes, it was useless, Qin Chi and Zhao Fengnian looked at each other and rushed over.

The classroom space is small, and it is not easy to perform when fighting. The four men attacked the fragile parts of the zombie's body together.

Several people joined forces to attack, and Qin Chi changed three or four Indian axes to chop off the zombie's arm. Mu Zi, who lost his support, fell to the ground and was caught by Zhao Fengnian.

"Lao Zhao, take Muzi out first!" Lao Yuan shouted.

Zhao Fengnian picked up Mu Zi and rushed out while others were entangled with zombies.

Having been restrained by zombies for a long time, Muzi has no knowledge of personnel at this time, but it is not a major problem, and there is no wound caused by zombies on his body.

Put Muzi on the corridor, Zhao Fengnian gave first aid treatment, and after Ba Ping exited, he took Ba Ping's gun and rushed into the classroom in one breath.

Without Muzi as a hostage, they had no worries about starting, and they all picked up their guns and aimed at the same direction and fired continuously. The rumbling sound attracted other zombies in the school, and the situation was very critical.

Ba Ping carried Mu Zi on his back, and saw many zombies coming here swayingly, and immediately shouted, "Old Yuan, withdraw quickly, there are too many!"

Lao Yuan turned a deaf ear to them, and shot the zombies calmly.

This thing is very powerful, the spar in his mind must be better than other evolutionary zombies.

Several people retreated outside the classroom while shooting, the walls and floor were constantly being pierced by bullets, and metal fragments and floor tiles splashed. The zombies were also howling and beating the walls and the floor. The glass beside the classroom had all been shattered and crashed to the ground.

Even the zombies that have evolved more powerfully can't resist under such a high-intensity firepower siege. Seeing the dust in the classroom, the movement of the zombies' resistance was getting smaller and smaller, Wen Jia also put down the gun, leaning over to find out.

But as soon as he took a step, he saw a flash of cold light in the dust, as if something was thrown by a zombie. However, the distance was too close, and there were messy tables and chairs beside him. He couldn't avoid it at all, and he watched the thing flying in front of him.

Several other people saw this scene, and Qin Chi and Old Yuan Qi rushed forward. But Zhao Fengnian reacted faster. He moved his body quickly in front of Wen Jia and pushed the person back. The thing stuck on Zhao Fengnian's back with a sneer, running through his entire body, with a sharp corner protruding from near his right shoulder.

Zhao Fengnian was stunned, then looked down and saw that it was a solid piece of broken glass with his blood all over the sharp pointed corners.

Qin Chi and Old Yuan were also stunned, and aimed their backhands at the struggling zombies, which was an indiscriminate bombardment. Wen Jiahong took Zhao Fengnian's fallen body with his eyes, gritted his teeth and laid the person flat on the ground, and took the medicine box thrown by Old Yuan Shun.

There are too many germs in the air and Zhao Fengnian will not survive this kind of injury without anti-bacterial treatment.

Ba Ping also carried Mu Zi back in, and then closed the two classroom doors tightly, and together with Qin Chi Lao Yuan, pushed all the tables, chairs and benches to hold them firmly.

There have been countless zombies gathered in the corridor. Those juvenile zombies with immature faces kept slapping the doors and windows with their wooden faces. Several wanted to climb in through the windows, but they were blown to their heads one by one by Ba Ping who was guarding the window.

After that, Qin Chi went to help Wen Jia do first aid, and Old Yuan took out the spar from the zombie's mind.

It was indeed a fist-sized spar, crystal clear, bright red in color, better than what they had found before. It's not worth it just because of this thing that caused Zhao Fengnian to be seriously injured.

Old Yuan beat the ground hard, regretting it too much.

Wen Jia's hands trembled violently, and he shook uncontrollably when he pulled out the broken pieces of glass. Qin Chi gently pushed him away when he saw it, and asked him to calm down aside, and quickly disinfected his hands before pulling out the broken pieces.

Zhao Fengnian closed his eyes tightly, snorted, and vomited a big mouthful of blood.