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Chapter 10 Infection

"Pooh!"

A pile of sticky phlegm was stained on Qijikeng's bumpy face. He reached out to wipe it and wiped it on the back of a seat.

"Pooh!"

The second mouthful of sticky green phlegm flew towards Qiji's face,

The few people closest to Qiji only felt a cool breeze slid past, and then the tips of two cold knives were pressed against the necks closest to Qiji and others.

They could even feel the tingling sensation of the tip of the knife piercing the skin.

The mouth of phlegm was cut in half at an extremely fast speed when Qi Ji used his knife, and landed on the aisle at Qi Ji's feet.

"I wonder if you have any misunderstandings about me? Who among you can speak English?" After Qi Ji said that, his swords swept across the crowd like scissors.

A piece of human hair was instantly flattened by the traces, and the scattered hair floated to the floor like black snowflakes.

The crowd began to retreat in fear, and the people closest to Qiji had already started to tremble their legs.

A man with high cheekbones in the crowd raised his hands tremblingly.

"Very good, you're my translator."

After saying that, Qi Ji quickly inserted the samurai sword back into the scabbard behind him.

At this time, the crowd only dared to stare at him, and there was no one who dared to say anything.

Qi Ji patted the pistol on his waist, and then held it in his hand. The cold touch of the pistol handle made Qi Ji feel much calmer.

He deliberately shook out the magazine, and the shiny bullets in the magazine seemed to be introducing them to the beauty of hell.

"Who took off my mask just now? Please give it back to me." Qi Ji said, slapped the magazine back, turned the safety bolt, and put the pistol in the air.

That ‘translation’ translates Qiji’s words into Korean.

A quarter of an hour later, a trembling hand picked up Qi Ji's mask from the ground and handed it to Qi Ji.

Qi Ji took the mask, gently patted the dust on it, and put it on his face again.

"Listen, I've always been a bastard, I've never been a hero... I only killed people who are even more bastard than me. I used to do this for money, but now, I'm for death, and she's reborn."

After saying that, Qi Ji raised his pistol and pointed at the man who had just handed Qi Ji the mask.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the head of the owner of the hand handed to Qi Ji's mask exploded instantly, and red and white objects splashed.

"Oh my God, what happened just now?" Qi Ji pretended to be horrified and inserted his pistol back to his waist. "Did no one find it interesting? Is no one?"

This sentence does not need to be translated. At this moment, everyone in the carriage looked at Qi Ji with a serious expression...

After a moment, the crowd began to scream and began to flee towards the other end of the car!!!

The woman who had just spoken for Qi Ji stood up in a panic and fled to the previous carriage with the crowds in a panic.

...

"ah!!!"

At the same time, in the next section, a scream woke the passengers in the carriage.

When everyone heard the sound, a woman lay down at the door of the toilet on the side of the carriage. The elegant man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was savagely and wantonly chewing on the internal organs in the woman's cut-out abdomen.

The woman stretched out a hand to the crowd for help in pain, but no one dared to stand up. They were all pushing and screaming and running as far as possible.

The woman's screams were like cancer cells at this moment, and it began to spread rapidly. One scream after another sounded. The bitten woman twitched for a while and then stood up again, opened her mouth and bit on the shriveled leg of an old lady with difficulty in mobility...

The virus began to rage in the carriage!

Qi Ji sat cross-legged in the empty carriage No. 7, with only a headshot body beside him accompanying him.

He was playing with the pistol in his hand. At this time, a bald zombie suddenly rushed from the No. 8 car behind him. Qi Ji determined the position of the bald zombie with the bright silver reflection of the gun body. Then he turned around and drew the knife, swung the knife, and put it away in one go.

The bald zombie fell weakly beside Qi Ji, but Qi Ji stepped over the bald zombie's body as if nothing had happened and walked towards Carriage 8.

"Everyone must be curious about why I killed people," Qi Ji walked, "I am not those poor, virtually created heroes. They have no idea that they are just puppets,

They are all suffering inexplicable pain and compassion. They want to save the whole world, but will people really thank them?

So as the saying goes, the greater the ability, the less the responsibility. Don’t believe Spider-Man, he is just a little bitch."

"Well……"

When Qi Ji talked to himself and walked into the latter carriage, several zombies who were wailing in the carriage turned around stiffly and looked at the sexy man in red who suddenly appeared.

"Wow, is there any strange carriage play here? How can I not have me? But does your party have lubricant? My knife is a bit dry~ When it falls on you, there will be such...a little pain."

Qiji's samurai sword began to rotate rapidly in front of him, like two propellers.

The zombies stared at the traces with their pale faces and their cataracts.

Their mouth was a stinking mixture of blood and saliva, which flowed out of their mouths and pulled out long silks, dripping all the way to their chests and even their feet.

"Oh, it turns out that you are all Mr. Alzheimer's Patient. You have to rest more and your saliva is all over. Do you know Alzheimer's disease? You are so similar now."

Qi Ji waved his sword and beheaded one of the zombies with a mixture of saliva and blood flowing in his mouth. Then more zombies began to rush towards him!

The narrow car passage is only one meter wide, but this meter wide is completely enough to display the same track!

Three minutes later, Qi Ji rubbed the blood-filled blade on the sleeve of a dead zombie, and then inserted the samurai sword into the scabbard.

The aisle of the entire carriage was now filled with killing zombies.

"Huh, wow! It's so good!" Qi Ji waved a few punches in the air excitedly, calmed down his mood and then stepped forward toward the car behind him...

Can there be living people in the rear carriage?

While Qi Ji was thinking about the problem, a zombie suddenly rushed out of the toilet!

...

Carriage No. 6—

Crazy, screaming, crowds from carriage No. 7 began to pour into here in large numbers, and the passengers here looked at the people who suddenly broke in.

A few of these people even had blood on their faces, and their crazy expressions looked a bit scary.

"There is a murderer! There is a murderer in red in the car behind the car! Everyone, run! Let the conductor stop the car and get out of the car quickly, otherwise we will all be killed by him!"

The man with high cheekbones who was just "translator" for Qi Ji was shouting loudly at this time,

But the passengers seemed to not buy it, one or two were watching him with a lively attitude.

"The murderer in red clothes?" Adil, a young Indian guy sitting in the middle of this carriage, touched his left face, and the sexy man in red who had just competed for a seat with him flashed through his mind...

Could it be him?

"Don't worry, everyone! Don't worry!" At this time, the flight attendant finally ran over from carriage No. 3 with the "thick eyebrows, black belt, 9th section". Seeing the crowded carriage, the flight attendant quickly began to explain.

"We have encountered an attack of unknown reasons! Please don't be nervous, we can handle it! Please try to stay in the original seat and don't move, we will ensure everyone's safety!"

"Doesn't deal with it! He just now, a living person was shot to death!" A bald uncle grabbed the flight attendant's collar fiercely. The flight attendant was stunned when he heard his words. At this time, the "thick-eyed black belt nine-stage" reached out and pushed away the bald uncle who grabbed the flight attendant.

The bald uncle was surprised to see the thick eyebrows, black belt, and nine-stage bones, and he didn't dare to continue to do anything.

"Things are more serious than you think! An infectious disease with unknown conditions has begun to spread. You can check your phone! Next, we need to isolate all those who have been exposed to infected people! Otherwise, it will cause harm to everyone! It is extremely contagious!"

"Infectious diseases due to unknown reasons?" The chaotic crowd gradually calmed down, and most of them began to flip through their phones.

"Yes! We just got off the bus at Suwon Station and encountered an infected group! They lost their minds and started attacking ordinary people! And once they were bitten by them, they would be infected!" The flight attendant said loudly,

"Please listen to our instructions and try to stay in the seats. If you don't have seats, you can go to the special seats in carriages 2 and 3 first!"

As soon as the flight attendant finished speaking, a large group of people shouted and pushed him and ran towards Car No. 5.

"Crewman, we need to find the gentleman in red now...only he can help us." "The Thick-Browed Black Belt Nine-Discuss" looked at the flight attendant seriously, "He is probably not an ordinary person."
Chapter completed!
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