Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Although he was ready to be headshot, Ling Huang would not sit still.

At the moment when the tide of zombies rushed over, he finally jumped over the barricade and rushed to the iron gate, "Quickly open the gate!"

"Not now." The man who was aiming at him followed and pointed at him, "I haven't finally confirmed whether you have any zombie bite wounds on your body."

As he said that, he shot a few more puffs and knocked down the first few of the zombie group.

"Then how do you confirm?!" Ling Huang had already started to unbutton his clothes, "Strip naked for inspection?!"

"Alright." The man smiled, "Take off your clothes and turn around for me to see."

Of course Ling Huang felt humiliated.

But I can't blame the people inside. The spread of death disease is nothing more than being bitten or being soaked in venom. Now he doesn't have the green venom color of the slime zombie all over his body, and the other party can only stare at the bite and doubt it.

[You are really good at solving 1 people and 2 clothes. 】AI assistant said

[...Don't tell me to follow the man and say this. ] Ling Huang has already taken off his dirty shirt and hung it on the metal spikes of the iron net.

【if not? 】The AI ​​assistant seems to be asking a fool.

Ling Huang didn't want others to hear, he hooked the man who was aiming at him while undoing his belt, "Come here."

The man hesitated, "Why are you here?"

The roadblocks blocked the zombies on the ground, and occasionally one jumped out and was blown off the head by the guards.

"I won't bite you!" Ling Huang had to speed up, he was afraid that the roadblock would be captured if he dragged on for a few seconds, "Come here quickly! I have something to tell you, you are afraid of holding such a big gun!" What am I doing to you? I only have this little knife."

The man thought about it, but he still said, "Throw the knife on the ground."

Yes, Ling Huang will follow suit.

The man came over, "Are you going to leave a last message?"

"No." Ling Huang unbuttoned his trouser belt, unbuttoned it and opened the zipper, raised his face and smiled shyly at the man, "Brother, I want to tell you, you are really good at undressing two people and three clothes."

[Ding dong, reward 1 point, current points: 205. 】

The trousers fell off with a clatter, and Ling Huang dragged the trousers on his feet and spun around, "Only my arm was cut by a nail, and there was no other injury."

The dark clouds tonight were particularly colorful, and at this moment a gap opened, allowing the moonlight to shine on Ling Huang.

Under the cold moonlight, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his lean body didn't have any fat. It only made people feel distressed at first glance because he might not have enough to eat before.

The expression on the little face obviously felt humiliated but forced himself to be calm, the smile was a bit forced, which made him even more pitiful.

The man was teased by that sentence, and then watched Ling Huang show him in a circle. He swallowed, and waved to the side, "Come here, open the door."

"The zombies broke through the roadblock!" The person next to him suddenly shouted.

Ling Huang didn't even have time to mention his pants, when he turned around and saw a large group of densely packed zombies rushing towards him.

"Regardless of the number of bullets, shoot!" The man ordered.

The others froze for a moment, and then followed the order to shoot at the zombies.

After the man himself swept away a batch of zombies, he went to the iron gate and unlocked it, opened a crack, "Come in!"

Ling Huang picked up the clothes and the knife and rushed in, and helped the man re-lock the iron door.

"Brother Yan, there are too many zombies!" The person next to him who kept firing bullets shouted, "How could this person attract so many zombies?!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't see that he was injured. The smell of blood must attract zombies. Hurry up!" The man known as Brother Yan stripped off a camouflage jacket and threw it to Ling Huang. "Put it on, cuffs. Tighten it so that the smell of blood doesn't spread any further."

"Brother Keyan, it's not normal to have so many zombies, there must be SS rank nearby, right?!"

Zombies are sorted by combat strength, the strongest is the Zombie King, the original owner has never seen it, followed by SSR, which is the skinless blood corpse of Xiaoying, and the third is SS, whose body skin is covered with green mucus. Humans will be infected by this kind of mucus. Zombie virus, and at the same time, the smell of mucus will attract lower-level zombies to gather.

The current group of zombies will inevitably make these men judge that there are SS slime zombies nearby.

Looking carefully outside, the S and A-level zombies, which are lower than SS, rushed towards the iron net like they were ordered...

"Energize the iron grid." Brother Yan ordered again, "Ask someone to bring some flame guns. If you find that the SS is burned directly, don't hesitate."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ling Huang and saw that he had already put on the camouflage uniform and tied his sleeves tightly. Brother Yan pulled out a light submachine gun from the belt on his leg, "Can you use a gun?"

Ling Huang pulled the zipper of the camouflage uniform all the way to his neck, and smiled back at Brother Yan with a confident smile, "I hit every shot."

"Damn." Brother Yan cursed with a smile, and threw the gun over.

Sure enough, Ling Huang quickly removed the magazine clip to check the number of bullets, and then put it back again with two clicks.

Unlocking the safety of the gun, aiming at an SS-class climbing outside on the iron fence, the SS-class was shot in bursts with two bursts.

Brother Yan was right next to Ling Huang, seeing Ling Huang's two shots with ease, he was very happy to rub Ling Huang's head, "Not bad, how old are you?"

"Don't touch my head." Ling Huang tilted his head to hide, "19 years old, how about you?"

"Anyway, I'm older than you, so you'll call me Brother Yan from now on."

"Well, Brother Yan." Ling Huang turned the gun head and swept down five or six zombies, "I'm sorry, I don't want to cause you trouble, but I really had nowhere to go, so I can only ask you for help."

"I found out that you were in that dark alley a long time ago." Brother Yan also said quickly, "But we have rules, and people who are not familiar with him should be cautious when coming to seek refuge, so I didn't take the initiative to talk to you."

"What happened later?" Ling Huang and Brother Yan fought zombies side by side, taking time to chat.

"We also have a rule, if someone asks for help, ten bullets will be fired, if you can't save it, you will die." Brother Yan said.

"Then you said before letting me in that you didn't count bullets?" Ling Huang was a little confused.

Brother Yan pondered for a moment, then lowered his head towards Ling Huang, "After all, you, Brother Yan, I am kind to 1 person and 2 clothes."

"Damn it!!" The brother next to him pointed to the outside and shouted, "Brother Yan, a large group of SS-level slime zombies!!"

"Flame gun!" Brother Yan turned his head.

Those who came out from the underground base to support had better send their weapons. Brother Yan threw the next two to Ling Huang, and the other brothers were also equipped with flame guns and gas tanks.

But their equipment was still a step behind.

The slime zombies climbed onto the iron net with an unpleasant corrosive venom smell, and quickly climbed up. Not only that, they also threw the slime on their hands into the iron net.

When several people were thrown into the mucus, there were corroded bleeding holes on their bodies, and black and acrid smoke came out.

There was another zombie's roar in the night sky, short and high-pitched.

"It's the SSR!" Brother Yan, who has experienced many battles, made a decisive decision, "Retreat to the fortress! We can't handle the SSR, so go down and hide for a few days!"

"My god, this time the SSR led the team to punish us!" The brothers threw the other people who were covered in mucus and ran away, "People infected by the mucus are not allowed to enter the base, hurry up!"

Being dragged by Brother Yan by the arm and running towards the underground passage, Ling Huang glanced back.

Under the light of several headlights, a blood-red zombie was fighting with a group of green slime zombies.