Weighing the objects in his hands, Zhang Heng glanced at the zombie wearing a safety helmet.
The body leans back like a bow, and the right hand holding the rebar tilts back greatly.
Then he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, like throwing a javelin, and threw the rebar towards the zombies!
There was just a muffled popping sound, and a piece of rebar about one meter long appeared on the face of the zombie walking at the front. Under the action of inertia, it fell backwards.
Next, Zhang Heng followed the same pattern and eliminated the remaining zombies one by one.
The whole process went smoothly without any sluggishness. Wang Yu watched in amazement.
"I can't tell, Xiao Hengheng, your throwing is pretty accurate, but since you have such accuracy, why didn't you use it when dealing with car-level zombies in the first place?"
After glancing at the secondary infected body nailed to the ground by rebar, Wang Yu spoke.
"Can the strength of the body and bones of this high-level infected body be compared with that of mutant zombies? If you want to use throwing methods to fight car-level zombies, the rebar may not even be able to pierce the opponent's flesh."
Zhang Heng responded calmly and picked up another rebar from the ground.
In fact, what he said is not entirely correct. With the strength of his right arm, it is indeed difficult to pierce the rebar into the body of a car-level zombie by throwing it.
After all, the force is too small, and the kinetic energy it can generate cannot support the steel bar to pierce the skin.
But if he uses his mechanical left arm, the situation will be very different.
Maybe there is no way to kill them instantly with one hit, but it is more than enough to cause damage to car-level zombies by throwing them.
The reason why that method was not chosen was mainly due to the moving speed of the vehicle-level zombies and the variability of the situation at the time.
When there was only one target to attack, he was still willing to use the safe method of close combat to solve the problem.
"It turns out you are weak..."
Wang Yu nodded thoughtfully and stopped continuing the topic.
The two quickly left the construction site and walked back the way they came.
Naturally, there were scattered secondary infected bodies along the way, all of which escaped from the holes in the building.
Zhang Heng didn't talk too much and solved them one by one with the rebar in his hand.
These monsters that are terrifying to ordinary people are just annoying flies in his eyes.
Although they didn't waste much time on the way back, including the time spent dealing with the second-order car, it was already an hour before the two of them returned to their original positions.
Looking at the empty streets in front of them, Zhang Heng and Wang Yu's faces became gloomy.
It was obvious that the third-order gun class that had previously released black and green flowing fire had escaped.
"Oh... you really ran away after all..."
Wang Yu sighed deeply, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, he crossed his long legs and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Zhang Heng did not give up like she did, and still stood and looked around.
But the result is obvious. The gun-level zombies have already run away without leaving any trace.
"It's weird, how could such a large mutated zombie slip away so fast..."
Muttering in a low voice, Zhang Heng also sat cross-legged next to Wang Yu and began to think.
"Alas, Xiao Hengheng, we both overlooked a very important detail."
The woman sighed again, her body softened, and she leaned against the young man intentionally or unintentionally.
"What details?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly. Although he still felt a little disgusted with the other party's closeness, he did not stop him.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
"The long-range projection of gun-level zombies requires a gun mount."
"That's right, its gun mount is the second-tier vehicle we killed just now."
Zhang Heng nodded and agreed.
"Then do you remember that the long-range attack of the cannon-level zombies requires a large amount of 'grease' in the body, and the second-level car-level as a gun mount consumes the 'fire' in the body."
Wang Yu spoke leisurely, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
"Yes, what's the problem?"
Zhang Heng still asked with confusion on his face.
"It is precisely because this kind of long-range attack will consume the virus activity in both the cannon-level zombies and the cannon stand, so under normal circumstances, neither the cannon-level zombies nor the mutated zombies serving as the cannon stand will actively choose this long-range attack. The way."
"unless……"
At this point, Wang Yu turned her head and looked at Zhang Heng with a trace of imperceptible fear in her eyes.
"Unless the third-order gun class and the second-order vehicle class are [recognized] by the general-level zombies..."
Zhang Heng obviously knew what Wang Yu was going to say, and he answered with surprise in his eyes.
It is precisely because of the characteristics of the gun-level zombie that it cannot use long-range attacks as it wishes.
In layman's terms, every time it is used, it is equivalent to draining out all the physical strength of the cannon-level zombies.
As a mutated zombie with limited IQ, it is impossible for a gun class to act on instinct and put itself into a state of physical exhaustion casually.
Only those who have reached a certain level of wisdom will take risks that deplete themselves in order to gain greater benefits.
Therefore, there is only one possibility for the previous situation of projecting flowing fire.
That is, both gun-level zombies and vehicle-level zombies have been recognized by general-level zombies.
It was the general-level zombies who controlled them and made that long-range attack at the expense of themselves.
"We were really driven away by sesame seeds, and then we lost a huge watermelon..."
Wang Yu lamented and held his cheeks with both hands.
Although Zhang Heng-457 and Wang Yu-659 come from different timelines, their understanding of mutant zombies is similar.
They are well aware of the connection between general-level zombies and their subordinates.
If the situation is really what they thought, then starting from attacking the car-level zombies with ball lightning, every move of the two people has completely fallen into the eyes of the general-level zombies.
The identities of Ming and Yin were completely interchanged, making Zhang Heng and Wang Yu feel extremely heavy once again.
As the saying goes, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.
The general-level zombies hiding in the darkness may be wary of Zhang Heng's strength and dare not act rashly in the short term.
But that doesn't mean he will give up on the two.
Maybe one day when he is strong enough, general-level zombies will take the initiative to come to his door.
Although Zhang Heng himself is not afraid of this uncertainty, he is worried about Lu Yu.
He was worried that the hatred of the general-level zombies towards him would affect that man invisibly.
The best solution at the moment is to find out the general-level zombie hiding in the dark, and then kill it to avoid future troubles.
But where can Zhang Heng and Wang Yu go to find traces of general-level zombies? They don't even have a clue now.
"It would be great if the system still calculates the timeline a few times..."
Taking out the system in his pocket, Zhang Heng used his thumb to press
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
A slight stroke on the face.
Suddenly the surface turned into a translucent electronic screen five centimeters long and five centimeters wide.
A white light flashed in the center of the screen, and a Mario with a mustache and a red hat appeared.
To the right of this cartoon icon is still the number zero made of pixels.
The cooling cycle is not over yet…
"By the way, does your system have the function to calculate timelines?"
After staring at the jumping plumber on the screen for a long time, Zhang Heng suddenly remembered that Wang Yu also had a system in his hand, and quickly pushed the plumber with his arm and asked.
"My system..."
When Wang Yu was asked this question by Zhang Heng, she didn't answer anything and reached out to take out her system.
The two instruments are placed together and can be distinguished at a glance.
Zhang Heng's one looks shabby and outdated, while Wang Yu's one is delicate and elegant.
Forcibly ignoring the details that made him feel unbalanced, Zhang Heng tried to operate on Wang Yu's system.
I just clicked it several times, but there was no response on the instrument panel.
"Xiao Hengheng, that's not how my system works."
Seeing Zhang Heng's clumsiness, Wang Yu had a smile on his face and reached out to get his system.
Her red lips were slightly opened and she whispered to the instrument.
"System, calculate the probability of forming the current timeline."
The mobile phone-sized instrument lay quietly in the woman's hand. After a moment, light and shadow flashed on the screen, and a line of text appeared.
"The timeline calculation has been completed. The shapechanger Wang Yu-659 has a survival timeline formation probability of approximately 97% and a death timeline formation probability of approximately 3%."
"The possibility of the host's death still exists, but considering that the probability of forming a survival timeline is higher than 95%, the system recommends that the host consider completing ordinary tasks first."
After silently reading the text displayed on the screen, Zhang Heng glanced at Wang Yu with a hint of envy.
Whether it was in terms of appearance or results, the other party's system was obviously several times more reliable than my own crappy thing.
I remember when he used the system to calculate the probability of forming a timeline, the damn thing buzzed for a full thirty seconds, and finally gave a very deceptive suggestion.
Seeing Zhang Heng's silence, Wang Yu thought it was because the system's calculation results made him dissatisfied. He blinked a pair of dark red eyes, then spoke again and spoke to the system.
"System, calculate the probability of formation of Zhang Heng-457 timeline."
"Well……"
After hearing the content of Wang Yu's order, Zhang Heng was a little at a loss.
He had no intention of asking Wang Yu to calculate his own survival probability. After all, in his understanding, the system's calculation of the probability of forming the timeline was a relatively precious opportunity.
After use, a longer cooling period is required before it can be used again.
But since the other party has already given the order, let’s just take a look at the calculation results.
After a while, two lines of text popped up on the system screen.
"The timeline calculation has been completed. Half-human Zhang Heng-457 has a survival timeline formation probability of approximately 7% and a death timeline formation probability of approximately 93%."
"Young man, you are going to die soon. Please take some time to write a suicide note."
"Wo-t-fa-?!"
When he first saw the text on the screen, Zhang Heng thought his eyes were dazzled and he saw it wrong.
After blinking hard and looking at it again, his face instantly turned green...
(End of chapter)
7017k
