Call of Eschatology

Not far from the main entrance of the police station, in an office building. Eighty-one Chinese? W≤W≤W≤. ≤8 ＝ 1≈Ｚ≈W ≠. ≥COM

A dozen men and women watched the melee between the zombie tide and mutant mice below.

"Secretary, Pharaoh, Pharaoh he didn't run out."

A young man in police uniform whispered to the tall middle-aged man standing in the middle.

"Yep"

A faint answer, I couldn't see the mood of the police chief at this time, but since then, the person's clenched hands and the hatred of the mutant mouse have clearly felt that the person has been ignited by anger and hatred. The volcano is about to explode.

"Find someone, and then go, these zombies are not enough." The director said lightly.

"Director Wang, enough. Many people have died in order to attract zombies, and depending on the situation below, these zombies obviously can't beat mutant mice, but let them keep evolving." A well-dressed man stood up directly, Said to Director Wang.

"Then you say, what should I do?" It was as if murmuring in a dream, as if talking to himself.

"Now we should go. There are too many zombies here. It is no longer safe to stay." The well-dressed man said directly.

Seeing that Director Wang had a mental problem in front of the window, the well-dressed man paused briefly and said again, "Director Wang, please be sad, I know ..."

"You know a fart, you know a fart ... you know a fart in addition to making ill money."

Director Wang was directly ignited by the words of the man in front of him, dragging the man's collar in anger, yelling and yelling.

Maybe I'm still not relieved. Director Wang directly punched the man in a formal dress with the punch. The strength of the professional let the man in a formal dress fall to the ground. Fortunately, the man in formal wear has also successfully transferred to the job, except for a line of nosebleeds and obvious collapse The bridge of the nose was not seriously injured.

Others saw the two mountains in the team arguing and trembling.

The man in formal wear pulled out a square scarf in his pocket, and wiped his nosebleeds. It may be that the movement of his hand got into the wound. The man in formal wear frowned.

Looking at Director Wang, who was clearly in a state of collapse, the formal man sighed softly.

"Director Wang, I know that your daughter's death has dealt a heavy blow to you, and we trust you, so I support your plan to attract zombies and recapture the police station. But who knows, your plan is actually just to satisfy you Made by myself. "

Looking at Director Wang who fell into the corner, a flash of disappointment and disdain flashed in the corner of the male in formal clothes.

"What's more, you can also see the current situation. This plan has no effect except to make mutant mice stronger and keep us losing our manpower."

"In this case, and you, obviously, have been taken away from your reason by hatred, so Director Wang, you are not suitable for any order."

The director Wang in the corner did not respond to these words at all, but just kept holding his head, and there was an unclear whimper in his mouth.

The formal man ignored the corner director Wang and walked directly to the window.

"How many more people are we leading outside?" The formal man asked.

Standing in front of the crowd, a gorgeous woman dressed as a secretary replied: "Boss, all the people who attracted zombies outside can come back, and the rest have not returned, I am afraid ..."

"Hey, 7 professionals have been lost." Director Wang, narrowing his eyes in a corner, was angry.

The man in formal clothes said directly to the rest: "We have so many people left now, and a large part of them are ordinary people who haven't been transferred. The top priority is to find a place to rest. Now where we stay, It's too risky. "

Without waiting for the surrounding people to respond, the man in formalwear turned his head and said to Director Wang: "Director Wang, I know that Ling Ai's death has dealt a great deal to you, but in the current situation, we need your strength. If you feel that, because If your stupidly-dead brother owes something, get up and lead us out. "

"Yes, my plan is to find revenge on those mice." Director Wang's mentality calmed briefly.

"For this stupid plan, we didn't have a lot of manpower and a lot of people. This is my mistake, and I apologize to you." Director Wang stood up again and straightened his waist.

"I will send you to a safe place, and then ..." Director Wang turned to look at the formal man: "Just listen to Boss Zhang. I'm no longer suitable to lead you."

Director Wang ignored the others' eyes and turned to walk downstairs.

"Wait, Wang Ju, Brother Zhang, come and see, there are people in the tide."

Before waiting for Director Wang to go out, the little policeman in charge of the whistle shouted as if he saw something extraordinary.

Boss Zhang stepped up to the window in a stride, looking at the scene below, and opened his mouth in surprise.

...

After Wen Yu made his decision, he quickly walked downstairs.

The smell of fresh flesh and blood attracted the zombies. When Wenyu walked downstairs, the entire office building was already full of zombies. Obviously, the fresh flesh made these zombies ignore the danger of the men in front of them.

Looking at the staggering zombies, Wenyu simply checked his equipment: F-level steel knife, F-level protective clothing, plus his 3 points of physical fitness.

"Then let's start killing."

I saw the originally floating little soul creeping into Wenyu's ear, and a huge force emerged. Wenyu felt the great power in her body and rushed towards the corpse in front of her with a steel knife.

...

The original small window has been surrounded by the boss Zhang and other people in the office building. Looking at the scene below the office building, everyone doesn't feel open.

"This, this, is this still human?"

A middle-aged woman said babblingly, the surrounding companions ignored the woman's surprise, and the sigh of "Is this still a human?"

The tide of corpses that had been squeezed towards the main entrance of the police station was diverted directly. At least hundreds of zombies in the entire street rushed wildly towards one place. The dense zombies could not see the situation inside. The audience in the office building only It can be seen that in the center of the large circle, zombies' heads are constantly flying out, and then countless zombies continue to pounce on.

Originally, everyone who eats melon thinks that at most tens of seconds, the uncontrollable human downstairs will be torn to pieces by the ferocious corpse tide, but as time goes by, more and more headless corpses under Wen Yu's feet , Slowly piled up into a hill, everyone finally saw Wen Yu's appearance.

The shabby coat was long gone, replaced by a thin bodysuit. Due to the protection of the bodywear, Zombie did not cause much damage to Wenyu's body, but the exposed head was no doubt able to withstand it. The baptism of such a huge corpse tide clearly showed three huge blood marks on his face. Boss Zhang saw that it was a wound from a mutated first-level zombies, but did not wait for the first-level zombies to do anything. The sharp steel knife has cut off the head of the zombie.

The original handsome face was contaminated with blood and became a little embarrassed, but the humans downstairs were obviously powerful, and the stacked corpses became the barrier for this person. He continually beheaded the zombies that climbed up, fierce knives. Everyone in the office building couldn't help but nodded.