In the last days, I became the young former commander

AA12 lazily complained, but the branded weapon quickly and accurately locked onto the figure of the rogue who turned around and fled in a panic, and blasted the rogue into pieces neatly.

"Big sister, thank you..."

The cursed sons who fled around before appeared in front of AA12, and thanked them with some fear. This is a legend among the cursed sons in the outer area of ​​Sendai area. As long as you meet the silver-haired big sister with a gun, no matter what happens , can be saved, and you can get some delicious candy.

"Oh, it's just work, don't worry, do you want a lollipop?"

AA12 took out a handful of lollipops from his bag and asked friendlyly.

"Thank you."

The little lolis took the lollipops, clumsily tore off the plastic wrapping paper with their teeth, and happily stuffed them into their mouths.

"Big sister, me, can we meet again?"

"Goodbye by fate~ Those who have nowhere to go, go to the entrance of the K50 sewer in the third west district. There is my colleague over there. She has food for you to eat. I walked all the way, and the way here is safe. "

AA12 turned around, lazily raised his hand and waved it casually, then walked towards the distance casually.

The cursed sons exchanged glances, and obediently walked in the direction of West Third District.

From time to time along the way, you can see some unsightly corpses. Although those rotten corpses make people feel a little scared, the cursed son living in the outer peripheral area just frowned at this and crossed these corpses piece.

After all, before that, every cursed child who was about to be gastrulated would ask the people around him to kill them, and they had already accepted death in their hearts.

"This world is really strange. Well-educated ordinary people are all rude monkeys, but the little guys living in this kind of garbage dump are all very polite. It's really rotten magic realism what."

AA12 muttered, taking out the lollipops in the bag and counting them.

"There are [-] more, and we can probably patrol another [-] kilometers."

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"I really didn't expect that Angelia would send a lady like me to perform a mission in this environment. After the commander returns, I must complain."

The Desert Eagle complained angrily.

"I heard that the commander will come to our area in these two days, and you should be able to get rid of this combat mission if you tell me."

The ninety-five style who was preparing lunch for the cursed son in front of a cauldron said gracefully.

"Type Nine Five, aren't you dissatisfied with such a mission environment? To let an elegant person like me perform missions in such a foul-smelling sewer, that Angelia really doesn't treat us as human beings." look."

"But we are not human beings in the first place. Isn't it normal that Ms. Angelia uses us as tactical dolls? Performing missions is just our duty."

"It's better to say that it's unreasonable for the commander to regard us as lovers."

Speaking of Moyin, a peaceful smile burst onto Ninety-five Style's face.

"Anyway, I don't want to accept Angelia's orders. When the commander comes to this area, I will apply to leave this area."

The Desert Eagle was silent for a while, and declared firmly that she really couldn't stand the living environment of the underground waterway, which exudes stench and sewage.

"Thank you for your combat assistance during this time, you are a very reliable comrade in arms."

The ninety-five style said sincerely.

"...You are also excellent, it is my honor to fight side by side with you."

"Jiuwujie, Jiuwujie, I found a seriously injured child, where did you put the first aid kit?"

The turbulent nine-seven-style jumped down from the well with a cursed son whose abdomen was bleeding continuously on his back.

"Let me help."

The Desert Eagle quickly found the medical box in the material pile, and followed the [-]-style into the depths of the sewer.

Seeing that one of his companions was injured, the other cursed sons Limaa came and made a floor bunk out of some worn-out quilts for Jiu Qishi to put the injured cursed sons on the bed.

"Where was she injured? Has the murderer been executed? I'll go for a walk after the execution."

While handing medical supplies to Type [-], Desert Eagle asked.

"On the other side of the bridge, this child was wandering outside by herself, and she didn't know the news from our side. When I went there, several adults were abusing her, and I killed them all."

Although the strength of the tactical dolls is already at the ceiling of this world, the number of them is still too small, and the number of cursed sons waiting for rescue is too large. There may be tens of thousands of cursed sons wandering around just one living area , so they can only save the cursed sons who are gathered together.

Chapter 290 Eighth Griffin Axe!

"Huh? Is the locator out of order? Damn, this shit."

A certain red-haired girl with two buns on her head and fierce eyes wandered in the snow-covered city.

A short-armed double-bladed battle ax was pinned to the back of her waist.

Although the temperature has reached more than minus 30 degrees, the girl is still wearing single clothes, and the cold wind and snow seem to be nothing to her.

Due to the low temperature, the zombie moved a little slower, dragging its stiff body towards the red-haired girl.

"Damn, everyone is so fucking weak and they all come here. Is this the world's garbage factory?"

The girl easily swung the double-edged battle ax with one hand. The ax blade cut off the zombie's fragile neck like cutting tofu. The already decayed zombie's head flew into the sky, and blood as thick as black oil gushed out of the neck fracture. A foul smell came immediately.

"Fuck, my ax is dirty, let's use a gun next time."

The red-haired girl cursed and kicked open the frozen door of a convenience store next to the road. She lost the commander's locator, and now she can no longer track her own commander.

The shelves had been stripped of all living things, not even wrapping paper, and the area had clearly been cleared by starving survivors.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to eat much food.

The small nuclear fusion reactor inside her body can provide her with energy for a long time as long as she takes in a little material, and looking for food is just to appease her irritable mood.

The taste of bagged snacks seems to be good in this world.

CZ75, codenamed Griffin Axe.

She appeared in this world a few days ago and began to pursue her commander.

Compared with before, she found that all the values ​​in her body have been greatly strengthened, the speed is more than ten times faster, the energy source is almost inexhaustible, the skin is extremely tough, and a single ax can smash a wall. Juli, this made her very satisfied.

From the data memory, she learned that these are the powers brought about by the reinforcement modules given to her by her commander.

But this good mood was ruined after she tracked Moyin for several days in a row.

This is mainly because there are a lot of slow-moving and foul-smelling zombies in this world, at least for her, they are slow-moving.

Once these weak bugs find themselves, they can't wait to surround them. Although they can't do her any harm... But during the battle, the dirty blood will still splash on her body, which is not a pleasant thing.

"Tsk, look elsewhere."

CZ75 clicked his tongue and left the convenience store.

Creaking, creaking, the only sound in the deserted world is the sound of leather boots stepping into the snow and the whine of the cold wind.

After walking in the icy world for nearly an hour, CZ75 already had a backpack filled with the snacks she had collected.

There was a sudden gunshot.

"Huh? Go and see the excitement, anyway, there is still no commander's coordinates."

After making up his mind, CZ75 quickly ran towards the direction of the gunshots.

People who know how to use guns should be humans, at least she hasn't encountered zombies who use guns so far.

I have been walking in the ice and snow for several days in a row, and being able to chat with someone can also improve my mood.

Soon, CZ75 appeared on the battle scene.

A giant zombie with a height of two meters and covered with lumpy muscles is brutally chasing and killing a small group of survivors.

In the snowdrift was a man whose upper body had been torn apart, and next to the body was a broken five-six semi-automatic submachine gun.

There was also a man with a crushed shoulder groaning in pain on the ground.

Three men and two women were holding five or six semi-automatic submachine guns and were constantly attacking this berserker alienated zombie.

It's not that they don't want to escape, but they don't have so much physical strength to get rid of the berserker alienated zombies.

The physical strength of zombies is unlimited, and they cannot be rid of without killing them.

Ordinary zombies may escape by hiding inside the building, but something like a berserker can blow the door away with a single punch.

There were 13 people in their small team before, but now only six of them are dead.

"It's really bad."

Seeing these five people getting more and more defeated, CZ75 pouted, and the double-edged battle ax flew out of his hands.

With a puff, the thick ax blade easily cut through the lumbar spine of the berserk, and the flying ax flew towards the head of a woman in front of the berserker without any sign of slowing down.

"what!"

The sharpness of the ax cutting through the air frightened the woman's pretty face. When she was about two meters away from her delicate face, the double-edged battle ax suddenly slid out of an arc, and then flew towards CZ75.

CZ75 then grabbed the handle of the double-edged battle axe, shook off the dark blood of the alienated zombies on it, and pinned it to his waist.

The woman who made a round trip on the edge of death was so frightened that she fell down in the snowdrift, and the cold touch from her buttocks stimulated her to bounce up from the snow.

The five people stared at the CZ75 with the double-edged battle ax pinned on it. What kind of combat power is this?Just throwing an ax and killing a low-level alienated zombie?

And that ax can be retracted weirdly?This completely violates the common sense of physics.

Although the guns in their hands still had bullets, they didn't have the confidence to win against this red-haired girl at all.

"This... little sister, thank you very much for your help. We can give you our own supplies, but can you leave some for us? You can also see that we are very tired, and you can't carry so much supplies."

The leading man carefully placed the gun on the ground, and raised his hands to prove that he was harmless.

"Chu Gang!"

The man's companion yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Put down the gun, hurry up, she can easily kill a low-level berserker, do you think she can't kill us?"

Chu Gang sternly reprimanded, the remaining four hesitated, put the guns in their hands on the ground, and raised their hands helplessly.

"Pfft, interesting human being, let me think about it, what should I do?"

The five looked at the CZ75 nervously. Putting down their guns meant that they really let go of their ability to fight back, although they seemed unable to resist the crushing combat power of the CZ75.

"Hey, tell me a joke, make me laugh, I don't want your weapons and supplies."

"what?"

Hearing CZ75's request, the five of them were stunned. What kind of weird request is this? This is the end of the world. . .

"Quickly tell me, do you want to lose your weapons and die here?"

CZ75 took out a bag of potato chips and began to eat.

"I, I'm coming!"

Chu Gang yelled.

"Go ahead."

CZ75 nodded casually.

"Sorry... I'm so nervous, I haven't thought about it yet, I, I'll think about it again."

Chu Gang held back for a while, and said awkwardly.

Chapter 290 Nine shameful things, next

"Shame on you, next."

CZ75 gave Chu Gang a blank look.

"A fat girl met the devil. The devil said you have to lose something so I can fulfill your wish. The girl said: I would trade my fifty catties of flesh for a beautiful face! The devil said you're fucking kidding me!"

The girl who was frightened by CZ75 just now yelled out in a hurry.

"Pfft, barely, that's fine, you guys pick up your weapons."

CZ75 couldn't help laughing.

"Lan Xinyue, go and see how Zhang Lu's injury is doing."

Picking up the five-six semi-automatic submachine gun, Chu Gang ordered.

The woman who made the CZ75 laugh by telling a joke hurriedly ran to the man whose shoulders were crushed and kept moaning.

"Hey...it's hopeless...his entire shoulder is shattered and fractured. In such cold weather, even bandaging him is useless."