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Chapter 643 Small Market Town (2)

The market town has a large flow of people coming and going, which directly determines the number of infected people here after the epidemic breaks out.

The zombies here are by no means comparable to the elderly zombies in the Second Sanctuary. Due to the limitations of their own bodies, the zombies there are already old and hobbling. If it weren't for the support of the zombie virus, they might not even be able to walk for a long time.

So let alone the astonishing power.

The market town is different. People of all colors gather here, including young and old, so there is no shortage of runners and climbers. With their speed and climbing advantages, they can often easily break through to the survivors and attack.

, so that the other party had no time to react and was knocked down and eaten.

At this moment, Lao Zhao and the others were being attacked by 'runners' from multiple directions. They originally hoped to use the hand crossbow in Wang Qiang's hand to delay these evolved beasts that had adapted to their bodies.

But the cruel reality shattered their little wish. Although Wang Qiang had tried very hard to aim at the running zombies, his poor accuracy was embarrassing even in the normal prohibited state, let alone

It's said to be prey on the move.

Wang Qiang became more and more anxious when he saw a crossbow arrow that was not able to reach the target. But the more anxious and panicked he became, the more inaccurate the arrow was. In the end, it became a vicious circle, and the runner got closer and closer to him.

In this regard, Lao Zhao assessed the situation and knew that he must retreat immediately, otherwise they would be surrounded and killed by the beasts after waiting for a few minutes.

So, Lao Zhao made a decisive decision and immediately moved toward the JAC truck and yelled at Tang Xiaoquan, who was still moving the goods in the house: "Quan Zi, stop moving, and evacuate. If you don't evacuate, we will have to deal with these beasts."

Tang Xiaoquan, who had just picked up a bag of rice, understood the crisis outside as soon as he heard Old Zhao's tone. He immediately threw away the rice bag on his shoulder without hesitation, ran out with the hatchet in hand.

At this time, the JAC car had been moved by Lao Zhao, and the huge roar was intertwined with the roar of zombies, which was terrifying in the moment.

Wang Qiang leaned against the rear door, covering for Tang Xiaoquan. After the latter boarded the car in twos and twos, he showed his head and patted his shoulder: "Okay, Qiangzi, let's go!"

The survivors' cooperation had become quite skilled after being tempered by the doomsday. Wang Qiang immediately got into the car and closed the door.

At the same time, Lao Zhao also immediately lowered the accelerator, and immediately the JAC car made a sharp turn down the mountain and righted itself.

A few zombies not far away were not afraid of the JAC car that was already speeding up. They waved their hands mindlessly and roared towards the JAC car.

They obviously didn't know what the big iron lump they were facing was, but there was no doubt that the delicacy they had been looking forward to for so long was actually hidden in this iron lump, which made them furious.

"Bang bang!" With a few dull sounds, the zombies that rushed forward were knocked away directly, followed by another sound of caracara's limbs breaking.

After a brutal and brutal breakout, the survivors successfully broke out of the encirclement.

After letting out a long sigh of relief, Lao Zhao picked up the table and asked, "How did we gain today?"

Wang Qiang took a hatchet and tapped the snakeskin bag in the carriage and replied with some annoyance: "MD, I only got 9 bags in total. I didn't even get a round number."

The main reason why Wang Qiang was so angry was because he felt powerless when dealing with "runners". He knew very well that if his hand crossbow was half as accurate as Hu Xiaodong's just now, then the supplies in the car now would definitely not be as accurate as Hu Xiaodong's.

It's so pitiful that it's so rare now.

"Okay, Qiangzi, if you add up a little, it's good. As long as you gain something, it's good." Tang Xiaoquan saw the self-blame in Wang Qiang's words, but in his opinion, he couldn't blame Wang Qiang because after all, he only had a short time to practice hand crossbows.

, and this is a team action. Nothing can be changed by just one individual.

"Yes, Xiao Wang, this time we mainly visit one spot and know the place later. It's just a matter of running a few more times. It'll be fine." Lao Zhao also comforted him at the right time.

But the words of Wang and Zhao made Qiangzi feel even more uncomfortable. The more he thought about the "runners", the angrier he became, and finally he cursed angrily: "Nmd, you said these zombies are also...

It’s so fucking disgusting. Run, run, run away!”

After listening to Wang Qiang's complaint, Old Zhao laughed and said: "Okay, Xiao Wang, this is not the first time we have encountered a runner. After all, we should be satisfied. At least these beasts have no brains. What do you think?"

If one day they gain intelligence again, it will really make life miserable."

"But, do you think it's strange? These few times I've been out, I've found that the number of "walkers" is increasing. It used to be just a dozen, but now it's in groups!"

Wang Qiang's doubts are also what Tang Xiaoquan is thinking about: "Qiangzi, you have observed very carefully. I have also discovered this problem. What I am most worried about now is that as time goes by, this situation will become normal.

And as these beasts become more familiar with body control, perhaps even more unpredictable abilities will appear."

"Fuck! If that's really the case, we humans are still playing pranks. If this guy continues to evolve, wouldn't it be like what is shown in the Resident Evil game, where all kinds of mutated zombies will appear?"

Wang Qiang, an otaku, plays games a lot, and he has never lacked imagination of future zombie forms in his mind, but he never wants the zombie prototypes in his mind to come into the real world one by one.

In response, Tang Xiaoquan reached out and patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder, and said with a teasing smile: "Haha, Qiangzi, there are things that will scare you. Don't worry, even if a life crisis situation does arise, there is no need to worry.

If you’re too worried, don’t forget that human beings win every time.”

"If you drink today, you will get drunk today. What should come will always come, and there is no point thinking about what shouldn't come. Comrades, don't worry about the future. Let's live a good life now and talk about it." Lao Zhao said.

Now that we have got to the point, in this world now,

Although various systems have collapsed, one thing has not changed, and that is that the people at the bottom are still the people at the bottom after all. Maybe those with a little bit of ability can dominate the mountain and establish their own business. But they cannot change the fundamental problem after all.

For example, how to eliminate zombie viruses and how to deal with further biochemical disasters that may occur in the future. Obviously, these problems still have to be solved by so-called expert institutions.

As Lao Zhao said, for this team of survivors, solving the current problem of robbers and the upcoming severe winter is the top priority.

As for talking about the evolution and mutation of zombies, such nonsensical things are completely meaningless to discuss.
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