Thousands of zombies underground completely rioted. When Angel and his party stepped into the underground city, they were firmly blocked by zombies, and a fierce battle between humans and zombies began.

"Da da da..." Explosive gunfire sounded continuously, and the densely packed zombies became fragmented under the impact of the warheads.

But the ones in front had just turned into a pile of minced meat and remains, and the ones behind them swarmed up again. They didn't know fear, they didn't know fear, they just wanted to bite the flesh and blood of these people in their mouths and chew them to their heart's content.

"Replace the ammunition chain!" a mercenary shouted, reaching out to pull off the ammunition chain on his body and loading it into the M134 six-barreled heavy machine gun.

The mercenaries nearby immediately filled the gap and pulled the trigger to fight off the incoming zombies.

"Okay!" the mercenary shouted after changing the magazine, holding a six-barreled heavy machine gun in both hands to face the zombies in front.

"Da da da da da da..."

The six barrels rotated rapidly and roared violently. The roaring warheads instantly tore a gap in the zombies in front, and the beating shells poured down like heavy rain, covering the ground with zombie bodies in a short time.

There was a muffled sound of explosion, and one by one they were decomposed in the bullet fire, and collapsed softly on the ground.

"GO! GO! GO!" A passage was cleared and the mercenaries shouted.

The group of people stepped forward on the stinky rotten flesh, and from time to time there was the muffled sound of skulls being crushed. Everyone's feet were submerged in the sticky rotten flesh, and the smell of corpses was extremely strong.

"Help! Help! Ah!..." A mercenary was suddenly grabbed by a zombie with only half of his body left at his feet. His calf was bitten wildly by the zombie, and a large piece of flesh was ripped off in an instant, dripping with blood.

He picked up the butt of the gun and hit the zombie's head hard, once, twice, three times... He smashed the zombie's head into pieces, and bits of stinky brains were splattered on his body.

All the mercenaries focused their attention on him, making him feel a strong sense of fear.

"Am I going to die?" the mercenary asked sadly.

The situation was already obvious. If he was bitten by a zombie, within forty-eight hours the virus would spread throughout his body, causing lesions, and then he would look exactly like a zombie.

No one answered him, but everyone's eyes and his own understanding told him that this was the case, that he would become a zombie without any thinking.

"Hahaha..." The mercenary laughed miserably, tore off the soldier's deck from his neck and threw it to Alexandra, saying: "Captain, help me take care of my wife and daughter."

Alexandra held the soldier card and nodded vigorously, then carefully put the soldier card away.

"While you can still live for a while, I'll clear the way for you!" The mercenary risked his life, holding the gun and shooting out all the bullets in it in one breath. He took out a dark, broad-bladed machete from his back and rushed forward.

When his life could not be saved at all costs, he didn't take himself seriously at all. One bite meant death, two bites meant death. All he could do now was to help most people survive, or to help Alexandra.

Live.

Because he has a wife and daughter, only Alexandra can help him take care of his relatives if he is alive. This is a selfish and selfish force that makes him crazy.

"I was bitten..." A lurker mercenary looked calm and reached out to crush the head of the zombie biting his calf.

Then he threw his deck of soldier cards to Angel, grinned, and charged forward with his gun.

The two bitten mercenaries became the vanguard. They used all their strength to open a bloody path regardless of the cost.

Not all of the zombies crushed by the bullets were hit in the head. As long as their heads were still intact, they would still bite instinctively. Every shot hit the head, so most of the zombies lying on the ground were still trying their best.

Crawling towards everyone, he picked up and bit wherever he could.

"These zombies are completely crazy, and the minced corpses have no effect anymore." With a look of horror on his body, the blade of the knife covered in the stinky minced flesh of zombies smashed the head of a charging zombie with his gun.

This method has been tried many times, but now it has no effect at all. The surroundings are filled with the short and violent roars of zombies, and they go completely berserk. Even the zombies at the back open their mouths and bite their companions when they can't rush to the front.

.

With a "hoo" sound, a fire dragon rushed out from the mercenaries and swept away dozens of meters.

The moment the fire dragon swept out, all the zombies in the straight line were covered with a layer of flames, and after struggling for a few times, they fell to the ground.

At this time, the number of mercenaries bitten by zombies increased to five. Knowing that they would die, the five people shot the bullets and then used knives to attack the zombies crazily. Their bodies were covered with blood, and zombies bit them from time to time.

But now it doesn't matter to them no matter how many bites they take, that one bite has made them completely despair.

Desperate people are not terrible, but people who burst into despair are the most terrible. The thing they regret most is not spending all their money, which is the biggest regret.

The flame gun kept spraying fire forward, clearing the road bit by bit. However, the flame gun required too much fuel, and it went out completely after a short time, and could no longer spray flames. However, the zombies looked like

There was no end to the killing, and they blocked every street without leaving a single gap.

"Blast a way out!" Zhao Zhengrong shouted loudly.

Several mercenaries immediately pulled off the grenade, opened the safety guard and threw it forward.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The grenade exploded, sending shrapnel flying in all directions, instantly blowing away the dense group of zombies. Before the zombies could replenish themselves, a burst of machine gun fire shot over, scattering the zombies in pieces, and then the five people who were bitten rushed in.

Go up and clean it up.

The group of people relied on this method to move forward bit by bit, gradually reaching the center.

"There is a big hall ahead. Maybe we can use it as a base for a while." Storm, who was relatively familiar with this place, shouted to everyone and fired a flare.

Under the red light, everyone discovered that they were not far from the main hall at this time, and they could reach it by traveling a few thousand meters further. However, the zombies were even more violent this time. They seemed to have received some guidance, and they came from a distance in a mighty way.

Walking around, I don't know how many there are under the light of the flares.

Angel and the others were still on the flat ground. If they looked from a high place, they would find that they couldn't see the end of these zombies, and they didn't know how many there were.

"Rockets!" Alexandra ordered.

A space of about thirty meters in length had just been cleared in front, and several rockets were fired with a bang.

"Boom! Boom!..."

The rocket, which was far larger than the grenade, instantly exploded into a ball of fire, and the area of ​​about ten meters with the center point of the explosion as a radius was cleared. The zombie's broken limbs were thrown high, and then fell to the ground in a parabola. Those fragments

Meat, broken bones and corpses flew all over the sky, falling to the ground with a rustling sound.

With the help of rockets, the group of people moved forward quickly, using the shrapnel and shock waves generated by the explosion to create a path.

"Charge over!" Swart roared, shaking his head that became a little heavy.

Damn drug addiction is kicking in now, damn it!

Although the drug addiction was about to attack, Swart still rushed forward with a machete, slashing as much as he wanted.

The density of zombies here is much better than before, at least not so dense that there are no gaps. This means that we will soon break out of the siege, and we will soon reach the hall where there are no zombies.

With a "chi" sound, a zombie suddenly jumped out from the side and tore off Swart's backpack with a wave of his hand.

After being attacked, Swart cut the zombie's head in half with a backhand knife. Just as he was about to pick up the backpack, he was pulled forward by the storm and avoided another zombie that rushed towards him. Immediately afterwards, two people

He was surrounded by zombies and fought desperately with them.

"Shit, my backpack!" Swart cursed fiercely. He wanted to turn back and grab his backpack, but found that there were already zombies behind him. Going back now would be a dead end and he could only follow the large army forward.

impact.

Staring at the location of the backpack, Swart waved his machete and Storm and rushed out to follow the team.

The moment he just rushed out, Swart felt that the power in his body suddenly stagnated, exuding a feeling of weakness. At this moment, a zombie rushed toward him fiercely, and it was impossible to avoid it.

"Let's go!" Storm roared, thrust his body in, and chopped the zombie's head in half with a knife.

However, several blood grooves were found on his chest by the zombies. The bright red blood slowly seeped into his clothes, dyeing his chest red.

Seeing his wounds, Feng Feng turned pale, but he still pulled Swart forward and ran forward.

The group of people finally broke out of the zombie group and ran quickly to the main hall. The golden light of the chasing zombies was extremely violent, but in the end they did not dare to set foot in the main hall. They were roaring and clawing around.

There was deathly silence in the main hall, without any zombies. The exhausted group sat in the main hall to rest, searched for the open golden coffin, and saw the stairs leading down.

"There is a saber and an engineer shovel here." After searching for a while, Pandora took the engineer shovel and said, "This is the boss's multifunctional engineer shovel."

"That's right." Dao Feng took a look and said, "The boss said he wanted to explore this hall. The golden coffin was opened manually, so the boss must have gone down already."

No one knew what was below, but they had no way out. The hall was surrounded by zombies, surrounding them in the center, making it absolutely impossible to continue moving forward or return the same way they came.

Going forward is a biochemical laboratory that has been blocked by blasts, and retreating is thousands of zombies. Now this is the only way left.

"We have no choice." Alexandra said to everyone.

"Yes, there is no choice." Zhao Zhengrong nodded.

Everyone's eyes were on the mercenary who was scratched and bitten by zombies and covered in wounds, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face.

"Let's go." Swart, who was slumped on the ground, sniffed hard and said in an extremely depressed tone: "I'll stay with them. I can't continue fighting anyway. I lost my backpack."

There are drugs in his backpack that he must use. Now that he is addicted to drugs, he has no fighting ability at all.

Angel nodded and extended his right hand to Swart.

Swart smiled, pulled off his soldier card and handed it to Angel. Just when Angel was about to retract his hand, Storm also handed his soldier card to Angel.

"Unfortunately, I was caught." Storm smiled nonchalantly and sat on the ground leaning against Swart.

Angel took a deep breath, and several mercenaries, including the two of them, waited for them to speak.

"Tell my father..." Feng Feng was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Give me an identity and tell my father that I died on the battlefield. My father will be proud of me because of it, the pride under the pain.

"

"Send my money to my mother, I think it will be enough for her."

"My brother is still in the army, please let him not become a mercenary under any circumstances..."

"..."

A group of mercenaries who knew that they had to abandon themselves said their last words. They were very sad. This was the only sadness that the mercenary career gave them. But they were much better than many mercenaries, because those mercenaries were not even sad.

Without a chance, he was torn into pieces by cannonballs.

Swart was silent for a while, then took a cigarette handed to him by Storm with a trembling hand, took two deep puffs and said: "I want to be a mercenary in my next life, and I'll be with you."

Angel and his party got into the passage of the golden coffin, and Swart and the others leaned together and stared at each other, then laughed at each other.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Chapter completed!