Undead

"Brother Rong," Si Nan called softly.

Four special forces lined up, hunched over and walked lightly along the rails to the platform.Zhou Rong responded in a low voice at the front of the team: "What?"

"Yan Hao, why..."

Si Nan was a bit awkward to speak, so Zhou Rong stuck his head out on tiptoe.There are more than a dozen zombies wandering on the spacious platform, and they are very rotten. There is an elevator 40 meters away that leads to the upper exit of the station, and it has been out of service.

Zhou Rong quickly calculated the distance and time, adjusted the submachine gun to single-shot mode, and softly said while aiming: "You saved everyone, and you saved Yan Hao's life on the rooftop of the shopping mall..."

There were a few swishes from the muffler, and all the zombies by the elevator were shot and fell to the ground dully.

"He should be grateful to you." Zhou Rong raised his submachine gun, waved for safety, and jumped onto the platform first.

A few people flitted across the platform like ghosts, stepped over the zombies who had died twice, and swept up the elevator like the wind.

The uniformed ticket inspector in front of the exit gate has turned into a zombie, with his back to the elevator, making a low hoo hoo sound.A few people glanced out over it. Outside the gate was the station hall, impressively crowded with hundreds of undead, wandering aimlessly in the dark and spacious space.

The oxygen content is low, the airflow is blocked, and the zombies have not noticed that there are a few more living people here.

But there is no doubt that once discovered, this place will immediately become a hell field where the zombie mountain roars and the tsunami rushes.

"I feel that Yan Hao still has a lot of affection for you, Brother Rong." Sinan stood close behind Zhou Rong, almost biting his ear, and asked while observing the surrounding environment: "How do you know each other?"

Zhou Rong was engrossed in the station lobby, not noticing the anomaly in the previous sentence: "I was transferred to 118 to replace their captain who died in the line of duty, and I got to know everyone including Yan Hao. Fuck, why are there so many zombies here?"

"Delegation?"

"Ah."

"What was it supposed to be?"

Zhou Rong felt the warm gas blowing against his ears, and his cheek muscles tensed unconsciously, and asked, "When did you talk to me so much, Comrade Xiao Si? We are still two cars away from the destination in West B District." 10 minutes, how can I go this way..."

"Let's talk," Sinan said.

"...Originally in charge of state guest guards." Zhou Rong said helplessly: "Comrade Xiao Si, although I welcome you to get closer, but under the close attention of hundreds of zombie friends, I really have no guts. If we go out, we will Find a place where no one is around, and make sure you have a good user experience..."

The ticket inspector zombie seemed to have discovered something, and slowly turned its highly corrupt face.

In an instant, there was a crisp click, and Sinan shot like lightning, twisting the zombie's cervical spine 180 degrees.

"What experience?" Sinan asked casually while supporting the zombie's body to make it lie silently on the ground.

"..." Zhou Rong said sincerely, "It's nothing."

"So why do we stay here," Sinan asked, "Can't we walk from above?"

Everyone raised their heads in unison, and in the dark shadows above the underground space, several rows of thick cable pipes and ventilation pipes were intricately arranged, passing through the station hall and extending to the distance.

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A few minutes later, on the ceiling, Chuncao was the first, Sinan was the second, Zhou Rong was the third, and Zhang Yingjie was the fourth—the groups were arranged according to body size, squeezed into the narrow gap between the cables and the ventilation pipe, and crawled forward hugging the pipe wall.

Below them is a watertight hall, as long as a hand slips and falls, hundreds of unconscious zombies will be awakened in an instant.

"Yingjie, you've actually gained weight," Zhou Rong gritted his teeth and crawled through a particularly narrow gap, grunting with difficulty.

Zhang Yingjie was out of breath: "You're the one who lost weight... Brother Rong... Hey!"

Zhang Yingjie rubbed his head and face with dust, and finally squeezed through the gap where the two cable tubes were almost attached together.

"A further 100 meters in this direction is the fire-fighting lane. When I arrive, I will jump down and blast the safety door, and you will cover with fire." Chuncao squirmed forward while holding the ventilation pipe tightly: "Everyone, hold on, the number of zombies ahead is estimated..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yingjie tried his best to move forward at the corner. He carried the tactical bag on his back and rubbed against the steel hoop that fixed the cables on the ceiling, and a sharp steel bar fracture quietly cut off the strap on the left side.

The tactical bag tilted to the right, hitting the lower body vent.

Bang-dang--!

The impact was infinitely magnified by the hollow pipe, and the zombies collectively raised their heads, and then let out a hungry roar!

The forty-kilogram tactical bag was hooked only by the right shoulder, and gravity pushed Zhang Yingjie to the right, and it slipped down instantly.

Zhou Rong shouted: "Yingjie!"

With a snap, Zhou Rong grabbed Zhang Yingjie's backpack strap, and lifted him and his equipment into the air with one hand!

Chuncao lost her voice: "Brother Rong!"

Fortunately, it was at a [-]-degree corner, otherwise Zhou Rong would not be able to reach Zhang Yingjie behind him. At this moment, he has been torn to pieces by hundreds of zombies swarming in.

Even so, the unimaginable force of the fall still brought Zhou Rong almost out. At the critical moment, he gritted his teeth and hugged the ventilation pipe, and wrapped his feet tightly around the pipe, only to narrowly stop the fall.

Chuncao shouted: "Hurry up, Yingjie! Climb up!"

The zombies in the hall hissed and howled, and stretched out their hands desperately. Zhang Yingjie was hanging in the air, his toes were only a few centimeters away from the zombie's nails. ...can't do it, I..."

At this moment, there was a sound of "stab--", which was particularly sharp amidst the screams of the zombies one after another, which made everyone's nerves tense suddenly: Zhou Rong's field coat could not withstand such a pulling force, and it was torn from the back of the shoulders!

Zhang Yingjie roared: "Brother Rong, let me go!"

Zhou Rong gritted his teeth, his arms trembling violently.

"Hurry up, Brother Rong!" Zhang Yingjie watched Zhou Rong's body tilt down a little more, his canthus cracked: "Let me go!"

Si Nan raised his gun to aim, and shouted, "Jump!"

The [-]-type heavy machine gun spit out flames, and the bullets swept a circle of zombies flying around!

This is simply risking your life.Several people jumped down from a high place at the same time, and when they landed, more zombies rushed up, and were hit by the submachine guns of Zhou Rong and Zhang Yingjie, and their brains flew out!

"Run!" Sinan yelled, and the bullets of the second shuttle passed through the space of [-] meters, smashing the safety door of the fire escape to pieces!

The four ran wildly in the tide of zombies, with Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie leading the way, and Zhou Rong in the rear, relying on firepower to suppress a bloody and muddy road, and the bullet casings drew countless arcs of light like fireworks.

In the chaos, everyone felt that the corpses of the zombies had hit their chests, limbs and shoulders, but they had no time to check whether they were bitten, so they could only crazily pour bullets around. Fly backwards!

The short [-] meters came to an end in the blink of an eye, and Sinan sternly shouted: "Get out of the way—"

Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie cooperated tacitly and turned sharply to the left and right at the same time, submachine gun bullets fired out of the horizontal fan without interruption.

At the same time, Sinan supported the eight-nine style, and the bullet belt was like a giant python flying in the air. The heavy firepower forcibly tore open the gap in the zombie wave in front of the security gate!

Zhang Yingjie roared: "Go away! I am the Queen!"

Si Nan grabbed Zhou Rong by the back of the collar, and dragged him towards Zhang Yingjie with force like iron pincers: "Don't be naughty, run!"

Zhou Rong staggered back, was held back by Zhang Yingjie and Chuncao at the same time, almost leaped out of the hall, and rushed into the fire escape.

It was only two seconds from their sprint to the ground—but within these two seconds, the zombies who had lost their firepower swarmed up, engulfing the lonely last in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Rong turned his head abruptly: "Sinan!!"

That roar was a bit heart-piercing, he broke free from the spring grass, and ran back desperately!

Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie rushed out at the same time and hugged him from behind.

At this moment, a series of machine guns fired suddenly, and the zombies in the hall flew in all directions at the same time, severed heads and limbs fell all over the sky, and a thin figure rose from the ground——

Sinan almost stepped on the heads of all the zombies. He carried [-] kilograms of equipment on his back, but every vertical leap was lightning-fast, and he rushed into the safety door in an instant!

"What are you standing there for?!" Sinan roared angrily, with the blood of zombies all over his head and face.

Zhou Rong was stunned, and immediately rushed upstairs: "Don't let them catch up, run!"

The zombies in the hall were at a loss for a moment, then rediscovered the target, staggered and chased into the safety door, and started a chase in the dark fire corridor.

There are six staircases connecting each floor of the shelter, and the four people's weapons weigh less than [-] kilograms, but the speed of going up the stairs can be called a [-]-meter race, and quickly threw the zombie with stiff knee joints far away.

Zhou Rong took out the electronic identification card from his inner chest pocket while running, and stopped to swipe it every time he passed the security door, but none of the doors could be swiped open.Chuncao was furious: "What's going on, has the emergency power supply stopped, or is the central computer malfunctioning?!"

"Insufficient power supply! All gates are closed!" Zhang Yingjie yelled, turned around and fired, knocking the zombies chasing him down the stairs.

Sinan pushed Zhou Rong away, raised the heavy machine gun and was about to blast the door, but Zhou Rong grabbed the barrel of the gun with his bare hands: "Wait, there is a shuttle bus at the top square, follow me!"

They are now in the central transportation hub area. When the virus broke out, at least tens of thousands of people were crowded. With all the light rails out of service, the possibility of killing blood from the tens of thousands of zombies to reach West B District is close to zero. By means of transportation.

Zhou Rong rushed upstairs first, and at the moment he landed, suddenly there was a loud noise above his head—boom!

The ground shook and the mountains shook, ashes fell from the wall, and there was another closer sound—Boom! !

Zhang Yingjie staggered, and a shuttle of bullets swept across the ceiling in an instant.

Both Sinan and Chuncao stood still. At this moment, Zhou Rong was like a giant bird in the sky, grabbing the upper escalator and jumping down.

He didn't even hit the ground when he landed, got up and wrapped Sinan up, and rushed downstairs: "All turn back!!"

Chuncao: "What's going on?!"

Zhou Rong: "Orangutan!!"

The wild roar of the beast sounded almost close to their heads.

The upper stairs were torn apart, and the cement fragments smashed the heads of the four special forces soldiers.Against the green background of the night vision goggles, a three-meter-tall zombie gorilla poked its head out from the darkness, its fangs dripping with blood, its cloudy eyes rolled over, and stared straight at them.