The can in his hand has been deformed by use, but he is still reluctant to throw it away.
"We can go in now."
"According to the zombie's 'eating' speed, it must still be in a weak stage."
The man sitting in the driver's seat touched the steering wheel, frowning, and was a little undecided.
"We can't wait any longer. If they get the news by then, nothing will happen to us."
The man gritted his teeth, frowned, and slapped hard.
He said loudly: "Come in!"
With a rumble, the car restarted and rolled towards the road with great force.
Slowly park the car aside.
Several people carried the big guy and successfully crossed the wall.
Supporting the iron net with both hands, he leaned on the wall and peeked through the window screen.
Unfortunately, it was pitch black in the gray gaps filled by rain and sand.
"Did you hear anything?"
The blindfolded man shook his head, feeling a little strange that there was no movement at all.
"Are they already dead?"
"We got really lucky this time."
Joy filled his brows, and the bearded man almost fell off from the top in excitement.
Just as they squeezed their eyes desperately and squeezed in.
A big eye suddenly appeared on the crack in the window, looking at him furtively.
Like a broken black glass ball.
This frightened the man closest to the window so much that he fell back and hurriedly grabbed the protective net.
It's a pity that his legs are not stable.
A forty-two-yard footprint was firmly imprinted on the face of the person holding him.
It's really a slap in the face.
"You guy, what are you doing to me?"
The brother below yelled and cursed.
"Sorry sorry."
The man wiped the sweat from his head with lingering fear, hunched his back, and hurried down.
Patting the dirt on his body, the smile on his lips was a little forced.
The big man snorted coldly, but his eyes almost tore him apart.
"That guy has already begun to split. We can sneak in quietly first..."
The men with thick eyebrows chatted in low voices.
They walked to the other side with ease.
Several people's steps were frivolous, and the weak lights on their hats were turned on.
The shed skin from the zombie's legs was still on the ground.
They stepped over the dander and looked around with wary eyes.
"We will take action as soon as we see it. As for those people, you can take care of it."
They have suffered losses here several times, but they are fully prepared this time.
Each time this zombie splits, it becomes stronger.
But this split period is also when he is at his weakest.
It is necessary to seize this opportunity, take advantage of its illness, and kill it.
But to force them to split, bait must be thrown.
They have been stationed there for quite some time, during which many teams also failed.
Most people knew the power of this place and the cruel habits of zombies, and no one dared to come here for a while.
It took a lot of effort to squat down to these stupid people.
The house smelled pungent and deadly.
It made everyone dizzy.
Wait until they see the scene in front of them clearly.
Even though I was mentally prepared, my legs still felt a little weak.
It’s no exaggeration to say that this is hell.
The flying corpses were torn into cotton wool, zombies.
Quietly telling of the cruelty they suffered.
The peeled skin has begun to shrink and turn into a black slime.
One step at a time.
It takes a lot of effort to lift your feet to get rid of these sticky objects.
But a few people did not dare to relax their tense nerves. Has this zombie really been eliminated?
7017k
