When the Terminator arrived at Han Feng's side, the gene-rapid recovery potion had already appeared in his hands.

In order to facilitate the Terminator Ghost, Han Feng took the initiative to take the potion. At the same time, he stood up to make room for him and stood aside to watch.

I saw the Terminator kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding the shoulder of the magnetic blast infantry with his left hand, grabbing the portable Tesla coil with the other hand, and "gently" pulling...

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." The connection points of the heavy armor shattered, making a harsh metal scraping sound.

Next, with a burst of sparks and lightning, the weapons of the magnetic blast infantry were successfully "unloaded..."

On the right arm of the magnetic blast infantryman who had lost his weapon, there were still insulating linings and sponge linings left. Although the skin was not exposed, this material could not trouble Han Feng.

"Boom..."

The Terminator dropped the Tesla coil in his hand on the ground, then straightened up and remained motionless, waiting for the next order.

"Ghost, enter combat mode! You decide the target of attack!" Han Feng walked forward and gave the attack order again.

After receiving the order, the red lights in the Terminator's eyes lit up, then turned around and rushed into the group of corpses...

Running to the magnetic blast infantry, Han Feng knelt down and used his telekinesis to pull out a silver wing.

"Tsk..." The sharp edge of the silver wing gently scratched the magnetic blast infantry's right arm, cutting open the clothes.

"It'll be fine soon... It'll be fine soon..." Han Feng muttered as he took out the recovery potion.

While injecting, Han Feng asked Luna in his mind: "Luna, how long will it take for him to recover?!"

"Reporting to the Korean team, the initial estimated time is one hour and thirty-six minutes."

"Huh..." After hearing what Luna said, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief... thinking that as long as Luna could give a specific recovery time, it meant that the magnetic blast infantry would not die.

It costs 1,500 gold coins to summon a magnetic blast infantry, and 20,000 gold coins are needed to create a gene-quick recovery potion... In order to revive the magnetic blast infantry, Han Feng spent thirteen times the price!

This is not stupid... but Han Feng would rather spend "unjust money" than anyone around him fall down.

Standing up, Han Feng stared at the magnetic blast infantry lying on the ground...

"Psychic power! Activate!!" After gritting his teeth and speaking these three words, the magnetic blast infantry slowly rose into the air and hovered in front of Han Feng.

Afterwards, Han Feng "supported" the magnetic blast infantry and slowly advanced towards the armored vehicle outside the cinema.

In order to prevent himself from falling into mental exhaustion, Han Feng had to take back seven customized weapons. Now, only three silver wings are killing zombies on the battlefield. And... the speed is not as fast as before.

Having lost most of Silver Wing's kills, the pressure on the zombies suddenly decreased and they poured out one after another.

Of course, the Terminator alone could not stop these "life-threatening" zombies. Some of the zombies that rushed out of the "defense line" around the Terminator also attacked Han Feng.

There was no other way, Han Feng had to take the three silver wings back to his side to deal with these "trash fish and shrimps". At the same time, he prayed in his heart that the Terminator could last a little longer... and also prayed that there would never be another level 4 zombie!

Quickening his pace, Han Feng staggered toward the Saber-toothed Tiger armored vehicle.

The distance was just over ten meters, and Han Feng gritted his teeth and persisted for two minutes before walking there.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!..." After successfully sending the magnetic blast infantry into the cabin, Han Feng held on to the car door and gasped.

At this time, whether it was due to lack of physical strength or mental exhaustion, Han Feng felt that his eyes were turning black and his steps seemed to be falling...

“Ding dong dong…”

Suddenly, one silver wing fell to the ground in mid-air, making a crisp sound. And the other two... also seemed to fall to the ground!

However, Han Feng seemed to be unaware and had no intention of looking back... because his eyes had begun to look blurry. His mental power was about to be exhausted.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

In the distance, three sniper rifles fired at the same time! They killed three level 3 zombies behind Han Feng who were preparing for a sneak attack! The danger was lifted...

"Awakened" by the piercing gunfire, Han Feng turned around in horror and watched dozens of zombies running towards him with their teeth and claws snarling.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!" The zombies roared more and more excitedly.

"Psychic power! Activate!!!" In desperation, Han Feng used his telepathy to activate the three silver wings on the ground!

"Howl!!!" The three silver wings disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the next second, the zombie in front of him separated his body and fell to the ground!

"Bang..." Han Feng closed the door of the armored vehicle, then raised his legs and stepped over the zombies on the ground, heading towards the stairs...

Han Feng's nostrils were like leaking water pipes, dripping drop by drop on his clothes, on the ground... and on his shoes. Although his eyes were full of fatigue, a look of perseverance still burst out from his pupils.

Because Han Feng knew... the ghost was still inside!

"Step... step." As he climbed higher step by step, Han Feng saw the scene in the cinema.

At this time, the number of zombies in the cinema lobby dropped significantly. There were only less than fifty fighting Terminators.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng found a clean place. After kicking away the broken glass stubble, he sat down on the ground... thinking to himself, in this position, even if the third-level zombies suddenly rushed out, the snipers in the distance would not be able to reach him.

We can provide immediate support! Not to mention there are silver wings for body protection.

After getting a moment of free time, Han Feng quickly recovered his mental strength. As for the silver wings, Han Feng put them into his belt. He only had one emergency weapon left in his hand.

Since Han Feng sat motionless and didn't make any sound, the zombies' attention naturally ignored him...

A few minutes later, all the zombies in the cinema hall were killed! The Terminator, on the other hand, maintained its offensive posture, turning and scanning the surroundings...

After more than ten seconds, the Terminator Ghost changed its posture, stood upright, and released the attack mode.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't believe it... because the Terminator could scan the zombies behind the wall! But at this time, he automatically released the attack mode. This means that there is no danger in this cinema?!

After getting up in doubt, Han Feng walked into the cinema...

Smelling the nauseating smell of blood, Han Feng quickly took out a cigarette and lit one, trying to cover up the unpleasant smell.

"Ghost, activate the follow protection mode and follow me." Walking in front, Han Feng casually ordered.

The two of them walked towards the dark depths of the cinema...

Taking out his mobile phone, Han Feng turned on the "flashlight". Instantly, the originally dark environment became a little brighter.

"Ghost, remember to scan this place at any time. If you find zombies, switch to attack mode immediately!" Han Feng, who was walking in front and still a little worried, said...

"Okay, Captain Han." The cold mechanical voice came out of the ghost's "mouth", and Han Feng felt a little awkward...

According to the location of the supply box displayed on the radar, Han Feng approached slowly and cautiously...

When the dark passage came to an end, Han Feng turned left...

"Fuck!!!" Suddenly, Han Feng was startled by the sight in front of him!

In an environment where there is no electricity in the whole city! A glimmer of light came from the No. 8 screening room! Could it be that... someone is showing a movie?! Isn't this nonsense?!

What’s even more bizarre is that the location of the supply box happens to be in Auditorium No. 8!

Staying where he was, Han Feng held his mobile phone in one hand and held the silver wing in the other hand...

"Gulu..." Han Feng drooled and looked at the Terminator beside him...

The ghost still maintains the following protection mode, and its head is constantly scanning the surroundings. This situation means that there are no zombies and dangers within the warning range.

Seeing this, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He plucked up the courage and walked towards the No. 8 screening room...

"Dang!"

Suddenly! The light at the door of Auditorium No. 8 disappeared, and at the same time, the sound of power outage also sounded!

Han Feng stood frozen on the spot again! A layer of cold sweat broke out instantly!

"Damn...what's going on?" As he said these words, Han Feng's voice was already trembling...

At this time, in the dark environment, the only light source was the mobile phone in Han Feng's hand.

Under this kind of halo, Han Feng felt extremely scary when he saw the red light spots emitting from the ghost's eyes...

Pursing his lips, Han Feng had to move forward with courage. Fortunately, the No. 8 screening room was not far from him, only about ten meters away.

When Han Feng walked into the No. 8 screening room with a "flashlight"... the real horror and suspense had just begun...

I saw three heads neatly placed in the middle on the ground in front of the big curtain in Screening Hall No. 8! And the supply box... was in front of the head in the middle!

"Da da da da da..." The sound of teeth clashing came... Han Feng was really frightened by the sight in front of him.

"You... Terminator! Go and get the supply box." Han Feng didn't dare to move, so he could only ask the Terminator to do it for him. But as soon as he said the word "you", Han Feng shuddered! Then he changed his words and ended.

who...

After receiving the order, the Terminator Ghost stepped forward and picked up the supply box on the ground.

When he saw that he had succeeded, Han Feng did not dare to linger any longer and said directly: "Withdraw!"

On the way back, Han Feng held the Terminator in his arms without letting go, regardless of the sticky objects on the metal frame...

When he saw the sun again, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought to himself... I would rather be exhausted and comatose, or have a splitting headache! I don't want to experience this kind of terrifying "haunted house" again!!!

Walking to the armored vehicle in one step, Han Feng hurriedly started the vehicle without asking what the supply box in the Terminator's hand was.

After picking up the five snipers, Han Feng rushed towards "home" without stopping.

Three hours later, as dusk approached, Han Feng finally returned to the zinc mine with a carload of people.

At this time, after three hours of rest, Han Feng's complexion looked much better.

As soon as he got off the car, Han Feng clamored to take a shower. He had no choice but to take a shower... Covered in mucus, he didn't want to wait for more than a minute.
Chapter completed!