I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Yuan Xingche's house is on the twelfth floor, and now there is no water or electricity, and the elevator has long been out of service. Two people were walking on the stairs, and there were zombies on several floors, some fell down on the stairs, and some were knocking on other people's doors.

This building has been around for some years, and it has long been full of people, and there are many zombies.

Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo boasted that none of them had the heart of a bodhisattva. They were only responsible for cleaning up the zombies blocking their way, so as not to get in their way.

All the zombies wandering inside and outside the community, under the sun, they walked slowly, chasing humans unsteadily, looking like they were joking.

But their bodies are full of carrion, with bloodstains hanging from the corners of their mouths, their skin is bluish white, and the blood vessels on their skin are bluish black. The visual effect is quite terrifying.

There are also many living people who ventured out of their homes, their eyes full of panic. This is their familiar homeland and their first trial ground in hell.

Young people carry old people on their backs, adults hold children, and able-bodied people lead handicapped people.

The fear of adults, the shouts of children, the sky and the earth are in chaos.

The two of Yuan Xingche walked among this group of people, like two different types, their footsteps were sick and unwavering, they held hot weapons in their hands, and the sound of muffled guns kept puffing.

The brains of the zombies exploded in front of them.

Many people seem to have found a leader, silently following behind them, but they dare not meet their eyes.

The way they shoot the zombies is too cold-blooded, not like the people who encountered hell on the first day.

Maybe they, like those zombies, are devils.

However, Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo acted like chopping melons and vegetables, which gave the onlookers a lot of confidence that the zombies were not invincible, and some silently took up weapons.

Only Yuan Xingche was a little surprised. Although the pistol he gave Song Miluo was a pistol, the applicable bullet was a magnum, so it was very powerful and had a lot of recoil...

Originally, the intention for him was to let him defend himself, but Song Miluo's movements with the gun were very beautiful.

"Good marksmanship." Yuan Xingche couldn't help boasting.

"The master taught well." Song Miluo said.

That master must be Yuan Xingche.

Every street, every intersection, there will be piercing and hysterical voices.

The old man was pushed in front of the zombie by the young man, the lonely child stood there helplessly crying and calling for his parents, the man with handicapped legs wanted to escape from the stiff zombie, but was knocked down by the fleeing car of the same race because he did not dodge in time On the side of the road, he was still struggling, but he never got up again.

Yuan Xingche quietly turned his face away, out of sight and out of mind.

Song Miluo kept a stern face, even pouted his lips, here he comes, Yuan Xingche's benevolence of a woman.

"What's your displeasure?" Yuan Xingche said. He also encountered many zombies when he went downstairs. The body of the same race...

There was a feeling of nausea in his heart, which he couldn't put into words, but it made him uncomfortable.

He desperately wanted to do something, but didn't know what he was going to do.

The road ahead was full of horns, and on the way to escape, there were many car accidents on the out-of-order road, and the road ahead was already blocked.

At the intersection, private cars are stuck with each other.

There are also quite a few people who are going to reverse their cars, but they can't get out anymore, and more people abandon their cars and want to move forward.

Some people care about themselves and abandon their wives and children just to escape from the blocked few meters of road.

There are people who are kind-hearted and dragged down, but they refuse to give up even a pet dog that accompanies them.

Only Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo strolled in the courtyard, looking for a way to move forward among the stuck cars.

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Another car accident followed.

The two looked back.

A man as strong as a bear got out of the car that was on the rampage.

The man walked up to his car, looked at his own car, and then at the car that was hit. He wiped the sweat from his hands, and knocked on the car window of the other party in embarrassment, but was surprised to find that the car There is no one there anymore.

He looked around again and found that no one cared about the car he hit.

When Yuan Xingche was walking forward, he suddenly heard another loud noise.

When he turned his head, the man was lifting an electric car and simply threw it out like a bag of rice. Then the man as strong as a wild bear bent down and put his hands on the car in front of him blocking his way. He pushed hard, Just pushed a private car blocking the way.

"Wow." Song Miluo pretended to be surprised.

Yuan Xingche has never been curious about supernatural powers until now.

But this person is obviously not an ordinary human being, and compared to the blooming Song Miluo, that man's aggressiveness is obvious.

Yuan Xingche's attitude towards the strong and the weak has never been the same.

"Is that also a supernatural ability?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"It's about strengthening the body. It seems that his ability should be a strength-type ability. The same enhancement-type ability also has speed, hearing, vision, and a tasteless sense of smell and taste."

As Song Miluo said, Yuan Xingche felt that he was an encyclopedia of the last days.

As long as Yuan Xingche could ask questions, Song Miluo could always answer them, knowing everything.

Song Miluo's attitude towards him also made him very comfortable, as if he had figured out his temperament and tailored it for him.

The strong man was still pushing the carts, pushing them away one by one, leaving a path for a car to pass by.

At this time, a car door behind the man opened by itself, and a zombie got out of it, and suddenly rushed towards the man.

"Be careful." Yuan Xingche yelled, and he raised his hand to shoot.

The neck of the zombie behind the man was hit, and there was a big hole in the neck, but the zombie just took two steps back, wobbled and stabilized its figure, and then rushed towards the man with the power department again .

"Oh my god!" He was also shocked by the number of zombies behind him.

But there was enough time for him to react. The man turned around, took out an iron rod from his waist, and played whack-a-mole against the head of the zombie. He hammered it hard, and his movements were fluent. , The strike was steady and ruthless.

Three or five hits made the zombies unable to find their heads.

The man was still in shock, "Thank you."

He spoke in a rough voice. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Yuan Xingche forcibly, and said warmly, "My name is Xiong Hu. Thanks to you, you scared me to death? This is a life-saving grace. What do you need in the future?" , as long as I am useful, you just call me."

He kicked the corpse of the zombie on the ground in disgust.

His name is Xiong Hu, so it's no wonder that the action of beating the zombies just now was both bear and tiger.

This is what the name says.

The men seemed to be surprised when they saw their guns. After all, this is Huaxia where guns cannot be legally held.

Although he is a supernatural being, Xiong Hu didn't act too conceited, he was quite approachable, he held Yuan Xingche's hand tightly, and thanked him simply for saving his life.

Only Yuan Xingche felt a burning sensation in the palm of his hand, and also felt the heat in the back of his head.

"We just went out for a walk, and happened to see you, who knows where we are going." Song Miluo said.

In other words, they said that surviving in this zombie-infested world is as easy as going out for a walk.

But Yuan Xingche frowned: "You don't know where to go?"

Song Miluo was also very puzzled: "It used to be me and you."

Xiong Hu himself is simple and honest, so he probably thinks that there are no bad people in the world: "Then why not go on the same road with me first, as it happens that everyone has a helper, and I will move these cars away."

As he spoke, he bent down and planned to move the car.

Yuan Xingche said, "I'll help you."

"I'll use my strength, you can just help out." Xiong Hu said, after getting the supernatural power, he was very confident in his own strength.

Yuan Xingche didn't try to be brave either, he said, "Okay."

He reaches out and pushes, and in front of him is an oversized Range Rover SUV.

Yuan Xingche pushed hard, and the car was moved away.

Yuan Xingche thought to himself: Xiong Hu is really strong.

But he turned around.

Beside him, Xiong Hu's hands were empty, and he hadn't had time to touch the car...

Yuan Xingche looked at Xiong Hu: "..."

Xionghu who was just trying to pretend: "..."

"Hold!"

"Brother, are you also a superpower?" Xiong Hu said.

He thought he was the one chosen by heaven, but he didn't expect to find out that there might be two people chosen by heaven...

Yuan Xingche also looked at his hands in surprise, just now he felt that the power didn't even belong to him, it seemed to grow out of his own flesh and blood, and he could control it at will.

If it was Yuan Xingche from before, things weighing four to five hundred catties should be fine, but what was in front of him just now was a Land Rover weighing two tons.

He actually pushed it away?

Yuan Xingche immediately went to see Song Miluo.

Song Miluo was not surprised at all.He knew the reason for Yuan Xingche's sudden appearance.

Yuan Xingche began to recall that when he held Xiong Hu's hand, his body became hot.

If Song Miluo doesn't say anything, why can't he take the initiative to look for it?Yuan Xingche stretched out his hand and held Song Miluo's. Those hands were boneless, soft and slippery.

"You pinched me, you are too strong."

Song Miluo moaned, he also has supernatural powers, Yuan Xingche thought that after holding Song Miluo, he didn't feel that kind of fiery feeling, but the palm of his hand was soft, if he said it was hot, his heart would be hot.

Xionghu stared straight at the two people's overlapping hands.

"What are you looking at?" Song Miluo felt that he was ignorant. After a while, the public order and good customs would completely collapse, and it was not uncommon for the two men to hold hands, so there was no fuss.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." Xiong Hu said hastily.

"Who cares what you mean." Song Miluo raised his chin and said.

Song Miluo treats others willfully and unreasonably, and his vigor is really lacking. Fuck.