This monster with bat wings that is good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle and has very strong defense.

If you use an AK47 to attack, you can finish a magazine and hit all the targets, but you won't be able to kill one of them. However, Lin Baici's lamb hunting rifle has a very powerful injurious power, and it will be half dead with just one bullet.

Squeak! Squeak!

The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.

Lin Baici did not finish the attack because another gargoyle hiding in the leaves of a large branch nearby flew down.

Extremely fast.

Lin Baici raised the muzzle of the gun and activated the shotgun's special effects.

Heartbreaking iron rain!

boom!

The gargoyles that were shot down like bombers were directly blasted into a ball of meat by the bullets. Only less than one-fifth of the body was left, and it fell down like a torn sack.

boom!

Wow! Wow!

The meat sauce fell down and smeared on the ground.

Lin Bai resigned and loaded the gun.

"These zombies are endless. I don't think we can escape. Why don't we kill them all in one go?"

Huang Cheng was annoyed and wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

"It is also a good idea to kill them before their physical energy is exhausted!"

Zhong Shuman agrees.

"Kill...kill them all!"

Wu Shitong really couldn't run anymore, and now he fell again and his whole body hurt, so he desperately hoped that Lin Baici and his party would stay and fight.

"Don't make any noise, listen to Lin Shen!"

No matter what choice he made, Old Man Luo didn't care, because he had no worries about protecting himself, so at this time, he still wanted to flatter Lin Baici.

"Then kill..."

Lin Baici paused before he finished speaking, because the zombies that were rushing towards him were like robots that had lost their power, and they were all frozen in place.

"what's the situation?"

Li Yintong turned the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know that we are going to go all out, so they are afraid?"

"Can you be less thoughtful?"

Old Man Luo was speechless: "The rightful master is here!"

Obviously, these zombies are being controlled by someone, and the real owner is planning to appear, so they are stopped temporarily.

Everyone immediately paid full attention and alerted the surroundings.

Lin Baici's ears twitched and he turned his head to look to the right.

In the white morning mist, there was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the green grass.

"You found me so soon?"

A rough voice of praise came: "Yellow-skinned monkey, your perception is good!"

Lin Baici's impression of this guy was instantly bad.

Whoosh!

Everyone looked over.

Wu Shitong panicked and crawled back using his hands and feet, because the man was coming towards him.

Before Wu Shitong could climb a few steps, with a hiss, a golden leather whip shot out from the morning mist with a sound of breaking wind, and struck Wu Shitong hard on the back.

pia!

"ah!"

Wu Shitong screamed, curled up in a ball in pain, and rolled on the ground.

Soon, a man came out.

High nose bridge, blue eyes, typical Caucasian.

He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and powerful. He wore an Air Force flight jacket on his upper body, yellow jeans on his lower body, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.

There are spurs on the back of the boots. When walking, the spurs spin.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, hello!"

Caucasian male saying hello.

He wore a red triangle scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt on his waist, and a holster on the left side with a revolver inserted.

Coupled with the leather whip in his hand, this image is that of the most typical American western cowboy, who has his own large ranch, raises cattle and sheep, and likes to drive a pickup truck.

This is not a greeting, it is purely humiliating.

Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong wanted to scold him back, but since the other party could contaminate the rules on such a scale, they were unsure of the other party's strength and did not dare to speak nonsense.

Lin Baici didn't care about this: "White-skinned pig, good morning!"

"Spray him, spray him to death!"

Li Yintong cheers.

"Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!"

The white-skinned man smiled, his tone and cheeks filled with a sense of superiority: "Because the more you resist, the more miserable you look when you are stepped down in the end, the more pleasure I get when I see it!"

"You're such a loser, you talk like you're bound to win!"

Li Yintong was disdainful: "Do you know who this is?"

"It's no use to anyone!"

The white-skinned man looked at Lin Baici: "I see that you are very strong!"

"How about it? Do you want to be my slave?"

The white-skinned man rolled up the whip. It was about three or four meters long.

"Lin Shen, can you bear it when he says such things? Fuck him."

Old Man Luo fanned the flames.

"You should be lucky. Because you are very strong, that's why I came out to see you and give you a chance. If it were these people..."

The white-skinned man pointed his whip at people like Zhong Shuman: "I just fed them to my little pets!"

The little pets mentioned by this white-skinned man refer to zombies, ghouls, and those scarecrows.

Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and climbed behind the big tree nearby.

The white-skinned man is waving a riding crop.

pia

"ah!"

Wu Shi twitched in pain.

"Let me see what this is? An old, smelly rat!"

The white-skinned man ridiculed: "We're all going to die anyway, so why bother struggling?"

"I...I am Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing, can you let me go?"

Wu Shitong begged for mercy: "If you let me go, you will gain more than killing me!"

"Wow, the richest man?"

The white-skinned man was surprised: "What a big fish!"

"No matter what, we can talk about it!"

Wu Shitong thought he had a chance. He wanted to stand up and show off his behavior as a rich man so as not to be underestimated. But as soon as he stood up, the white-skinned man whipped him.

Snapped!

Wu Shitong was hit on the face, and his mouth was smashed into pieces. Blood and broken teeth spat out.

"Did I give you permission to stand up?"

The white-skinned man shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"

After all, Wu Shitong was a person with self-respect and did not want to kneel, but the pain in his body made him dare not stand, so he simply fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

The white-skinned man sneered and flicked his riding crop.
To be continued...