I, the zombie mother, will assimilate 100 million at the beginning.

Walk up to the box.

I saw a piece of paper on the top of the box.

The note reads: No. 1 genetic drug, a drug that makes you stronger and can fight zombies.

"Damn it! Does the patrol room want us to face the zombies ourselves? A bunch of bastards!"

"We fight zombies? Then what do they want? Do they want us to be cannon fodder?"

"Is the box inside the long-term research results of the upper level? Can we really have the strength to fight against zombies?"

"The article 'Why do the nations fight' did not deceive us, the upper echelons abandoned us again and again for this reason!"

The survivors read the contents of the note clearly.

Some people cursed angrily on the spot, and some questioned that the police station had ulterior motives.

Even at the time of life and death.

Many of them are still cowardly and do not have the courage to face zombies.

I chose to back away silently, unwilling to approach the box right in front of me.

Some people recalled the content of that article again, trembling all over and kicking their heads on the ground, at a loss.

Amidst the various sounds, a survivor tore off the note on the box and opened a box.

The box was opened, and what came into view were injections of blue liquid.

Looking at the potion in the box, the survivor didn't reach for it.

He longs for great strength.

But he was also afraid that the blue potion would directly kill him.

He doesn't want to be a guinea pig!

But whenever.

There will always be people who want to do whatever it takes to survive.

Under the fearful eyes of the survivors.

A man walked out of the crowd holding a little girl's little hand.

"Daughter, don't worry, Dad will definitely lead you to live, and Dad will definitely not watch you die!"

The man walked to the front of the potion, and fondled his daughter's forehead with his left hand.

With a trembling right hand, he picked up a potion from the box.

Seeing her daughter's sick appearance, she gritted her teeth and injected the medicine into her body decisively.

"what……"

next second.

The man felt a strange feeling rising in his body.

Followed by.

It is the severe pain that every inch of skin and tendons in the body is torn and split.

Let him lie on the ground and scream in pain and roll over.

"Dad, woo woo woo..."

Seeing her father's pain, the little girl immediately clung to her father's big hand and burst into tears in fright.

The sharp cries stimulated the eardrums of every survivor watching.

But the survivors around looked at the man lying on the ground and rolling around, with an almost distorted expression on his face.

But no one stretched out a helping hand, but took a step back.

Just watched indifferently.

Until five or six minutes later.

The man's screaming of pain stopped, and the distorted expression on his face gradually recovered.

Feel carefully, the body seems to have undergone some kind of metamorphosis at this moment.

Not only does the inner body contain a domineering force, but the five senses have also become extremely sharp.

Looking at the crying daughter, the man's eyes only had pity.

But now I saw the survivors who looked indifferent and avoided far away.

The look of pity in the eyes was suddenly replaced by coldness.

Immediately, the man stood up.

Without extra words, he took a look at the many boxes in the airdrop, held a box in his hand, and held the little girl into his arms with one hand: "Be good, don't cry, Dad is fine."

While comforting his daughter, the man quickly left the crowd under the watchful eyes of the survivors.

No explanation was given.

Many survivors watched the man leave safely.

Only then did I realize that there was nothing wrong with the medicine.

Immediately, they rushed towards the potion like crazy, scrambling to inject the potion into their bodies.

"boom!"

"Get out of here, Lao Tzu!"

"All these potions belong to me! No one is allowed to touch them!"

Chapter 390 The bully snatches the potion and aims at the potion in the hands of the tester

Just when some survivors successfully grabbed the injection, more survivors joined the rush.

A gunshot rang out suddenly.

Among the scrambling crowd, one person's head was blown off, blood and brains splattered.

Immediately, all the survivors stopped their movements in fright, and turned to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a bully jumping out of a truck with a gun in his hand, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

Kicking away the person blocking the way, he strode towards the airdrop box.

Five or 60 people got off the van behind him.

Everyone has a gun in their hand.

"This potion was given to all of us by the patrol house, so why is it yours?"

"Yes! It's fine if you usually bully us, don't you dare to snatch things from the patrol house now!"

"Damn, are you still a man? You have the ability to be arrogant with zombies! What kind of ability is bullying us here!"

……

A survivor looked at the domineering bully and yelled in disbelief.

Zombies are about to rush, and the potion in front of them is their only way to save their lives, and they must not let the bullies take over!

The bully heard the sound and looked at the person who spoke with cold eyes.

With a cold smile, he immediately raised his gun without saying a word.

Shoot all the people who speak directly.

"What did the police station give you? Where is it written?"

"Just you bunch of trash, dare to threaten me? Such a good potion, how could you trash deserve it?"

"I'm standing here now, who the hell wants potions, let me take a step forward?"

The bully walked up to the potion, stepped on the box, stared at the unconvinced survivors indifferently, and roared viciously.

The voice fell.

The survivors looked at the bodies lying in a pool of blood, and at the dangling guns in the bully's hands.

They were so frightened that they lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Afraid of offending the bullies, I immediately rewarded them with a peanut.

"A bunch of trash!"

Seeing that no one dared to speak, the bully hooked his fingers, and called one of his subordinates in front of him: "Put all these medicines into the car, withdraw!"

A group of men acted immediately.

Seeing this, the survivors didn't dare to stop them at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the bully loaded the medicine onto the truck and walked away.

leave the city.

"What should we do? The beast took away all the potions, what should we do?"

"Our hopes are shattered, those damn beasts are destined to die!"

"No, we still have hope, and each of us still has a box of potions in our hands!"

Only after the bully left did the survivors dare to curse and curse.

Without the potion, all survivors fell into panic and helplessness again.

But soon, he remembered a box of medicine that was taken away by that man.

Immediately.

Everyone frantically searched for the man's whereabouts in the city.

Soon.

More than a dozen survivors found the man in an alley.

The man was eating half a piece of moldy bread in his hand.

The little girl was sitting beside him, holding a steaming, fresh egg in her hand.

Everyone yearns for the box containing the potion, and the little girl sits under their buttocks.

"Brother, you have already injected the medicine, and you can't use up so many medicines. Give us the remaining medicine."

A survivor looked at the fresh egg in the little girl's hand, swallowed subconsciously, looked away, forced a smile, and said to the man.

The man raised his gaze, glanced at the survivor he had found, and said coldly: "Get lost!"

"Boy, the potion is given to all of us by the patrol room, don't you think it's impossible for you to swallow it all by yourself!"

"Damn, don't be shameless, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with him, he is alone, can he still go to heaven!"

Hearing the man's answer, the survivors were immediately unhappy.

Under the yelling of several people, more than a dozen survivors went directly to the men.

The man didn't talk nonsense, he gave half a piece of moldy bread to his daughter, stood up, and walked up to more than a dozen survivors.

Chapter 391 If you want to survive, you must be ruthless, making trouble

Under the ravages of disaster, under the shadow of death.

The evil deep in the heart is released infinitely, and the conscience is swallowed up by the evil bit by bit.

Everyone becomes selfish in order to survive.

But as the zombie crisis became more and more intense, as the troops of various countries ran amok on their own territories.

Someone suddenly woke up.

Brave resistance, not hesitate to defend some nothingness with life.

But some people still can't wake up.