Zombie Lord System

Inside the magnificent presidential suite.

"The two of them are really slow!" Han Song's face was full of dissatisfaction with waiting.

"Will something happen to them?" Han Song's other assistant asked, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart.

"Hmph, in such a small county, what powerful people are there? It must have been delayed by something!" Han Song was very confident about his two assistants.

Zhang Dongchen is an underground ring fighter who has killed countless opponents with Muay Thai. Song Jin is a retired special soldier who is good at tracking and anti-tracking. Once he finds something wrong, he will immediately terminate the plan.

He didn't believe that there would be any powerful people in a small place.

At this moment, the lights of the entire hotel went out instantly and plunged into darkness.

"Huh? Power outage?" Jin Xiansheng frowned. He went to the window to look, but found that the street and the buildings on both sides were brightly lit, and only the hotel was without power.

But the hotel will have a generator, enough to provide electricity.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no call. Many guests in the hotel were already dissatisfied and started to quarrel.

Han Song frowned slightly, he was not satisfied with the service of this hotel.

"I'll go out and have a look!" Jin Xiansheng whispered.

"Yeah!" Han Song nodded.

……

At the power supply point under the hotel, the employees of the maintenance department were gathering together in silence.

"What's going on? It's been 10 minutes since the power outage, why is there still no electricity?" At this time, the hotel manager's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

A middle-aged man with a flashlight came over, sweating profusely.

"Manager, it's not that we don't want to generate electricity, it's that we really can't generate electricity!" A middle-aged man in the maintenance department said helplessly.

"The generator is also broken?" the hotel manager asked suspiciously.

"You'd better come and have a look yourself!" A group of maintenance personnel stepped aside.

The hotel manager with a flashlight looked over and his eyes widened. There were several cracks of more than 20 centimeters on the three large generators worth hundreds of thousands!
These cracks are chopping marks, which are man-made!
"What the hell is going on! Who did it?!" The hotel manager shouted angrily.

"Also, manager, come and take a look!" The middle-aged employee said and led the hotel manager to the power supply unit.

The roaring machine in the past is now lying quietly.

With a flashlight, the manager instantly saw a fire ax inlaid on the machine.

The manager was silent for a moment, it was completely man-made vandalism.

"Call the police!"

At the same time, he asked people to quickly find two generators to supply power to the elevator.

……

After leaving the suite, Kim Hyun-sung found that the elevator was not working.

"This hotel doesn't even have a backup generator! Compared with our big South Korea, it's really shabby!"

Jin Xiansheng muttered, with contempt on the corner of his mouth.

He planned to go down the safe passage to find the person in charge. The floor they lived in was on the eighth floor, which wasn't too high.

When he went down to the sixth floor, Jin Xiansheng suddenly realized that something was wrong, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

A strong wind suddenly came from behind, and Jin Xiansheng rushed forward immediately, rolling directly from the sixth floor to the fifth floor.

"hiss!"

But Jin Xiansheng still felt a burning pain in his back.

He stood up from the ground and looked at his attacker.

The stairs were not too dark, and it was barely visible as a figure.

But at this moment, the figure made a move that subverted Jin Xiansheng's imagination.

The other party actually jumped up the wall, and then climbed up the ceiling.

"Fake!" Jin Xiansheng cursed, turned around and ran away in fear.

But just after running a few steps, Jin Xiansheng bumped into a figure, and he felt that he had hit an iron plate.

He was a little dazed when he fell on the ground, and when he raised his head, what he saw was a figure in an ugly iron armor and helmet.

A machete came towards him.

Han Song's ears in the suite suddenly moved. He heard a heavy footstep, and then stopped outside his door.

Han Song narrowed his eyes, and slowly touched his waist with his hand.

after a few seconds.

The door of the suite was violently broken open.

A figure rushed in.

"Boom!"

Suddenly two gunshots rang out.

"Clang!"

When the bullet landed on the figure, there were two sounds of gold and iron clanging and sparks.

Han Song was stunned, he heard the sound of bullets being bounced off!
It was a figure in ugly iron armor and an iron helmet.

Judging from the heavy sound of his walking, the plate armor weighed at least a hundred catties. Wouldn't he be tired wearing such a heavy iron plate on his body?
If Xiao Li knew what the other party was thinking, he would definitely say no.

After wearing this kind of plate armor on a human body for a while, they will naturally feel soreness and pain, but for zombies that don't feel pain, this has no effect at all.

Of course, if the weight of the object is more than five times the weight of the first-order zombie, the zombie will not be able to move even if it is worn.

After all, zombies only have unlimited stamina, not unlimited power.

A revolver appeared in Han Song's hand, and the muzzle was smoking. He was planning to rely on the room to fight the man in iron armor.

A huge black shadow suddenly flew over with the sound of breaking through the air.

Han Song's pupils shrank, and he quickly avoided it.

"Long!"

With a loud noise, a wine cabinet was smashed, and the wine bottles fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Han Song subconsciously turned his head to look at the black shadow, only to find that it was a gas bottle.

not good!

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Han Song's body has already fallen forward.

At this moment, another gunshot rang out.

But Han Song was sweating coldly. That wasn't the sound of his revolver gun. If he heard correctly, it was the gunshot of the May [-]th Black Star.

And the attack direction is that gas bottle!
The bullet drilled into the gas bottle, and the intense friction and high temperature instantly ignited the natural gas in the gas bottle.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion sounded.

The luxurious decorations in the suite hall were all torn apart under the impact of the explosion.

Whether it's a soft and comfortable sofa, a gorgeous chandelier or a beautiful window, everything has become fragmented.

Thick smoke billowed from the windows, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

A figure came out from behind the figure in plate armor.

With the armored figure as a shield, the figure behind him did not suffer any harm.

Han Song leaned against the corner, trying hard to see the person coming.

At this time, Han Song was no longer the dog-like person he was before. He was miserable at this time. The expensive and comfortable clothes were almost reduced to cloth strips. His body was covered with glass shards, and fresh blood flowed out constantly.

Half of his face was also destroyed under the shards of glass.

Trying to widen his eyes, Han Song wanted to know who the opponent was, but he was so familiar with his tactical style that he calculated himself to death.

But he was disappointed, he only saw that the other party was a man in a windbreaker with a strange smiling mask on his face.