This was an anti-theft badge. If the purchase price of the user account V badge was less than a certain percentage, the system would randomly display an anti-theft badge. The densely populated city suddenly turned into a hell. Both sides of the street were full of crashed cars, rolling smoke and flames. The living dead wandered back and forth, and the streets were littered with scattered corpses.

The door of the store was open, broken glass was all over the floor. The shelves were swept by a tornado, and the walls were full of blood and black and red handprints.

There was someone lying on the ground in front of him. His hands and feet were still twitching reflexively, but his body had long been pierced through.

Several zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh of his arms and thighs. They held up the internal organs and swallowed them. Blood flowed all over the ground.

The silver Camry passed by quickly. The zombies smelled the scent of a living person. They staggered up and chased after it, but the car had already left.

The young man looked at the rearview mirror. On the top of the prison building in the distance, an armed helicopter was roaring into the sky. It flew over the devastated city and headed towards the distant horizon filled with black smoke.

He retracted his gaze and slightly adjusted the rearview mirror. Then he saw something in the mirror and his movements paused.

It was a pair of muddy gray eyes.

They were quietly behind him.

The young man stepped on the brakes and turned around in the harsh screeching sound. He saw a little girl in the blind spot of the back seat. She was curled up quietly. She was probably two or three years old, not much bigger than a cat. Her hair was combed into little braids and she was holding a doll.

Her face was completely black. Her mouth opened and closed. Purplish red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She stared straight at the young man. There was also a woman's bag spilled with blood beside her.

The young man gently closed his eyes.

He could imagine what the scene was like.

The husband didn't want to give up his infected wife and daughter. He drove away from the city, looking for help along the way. In the end, he was bitten to death in the driver's seat. Then the zombified wife opened the back door and escaped.

He opened his eyes and aimed the gun between the zombie girl's eyebrows. His index finger couldn't press the trigger.

The zombies on the street crowded around the car, numbly slapping the car window, making muffled sounds.

After a while, the young man lowered the muzzle and reached out to grab the little girl's neck. With a crack, he broke it. The body hung limply on the back seat.

He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car. After looking at her for a moment without a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy was unusually eye-catching in the smoke.

At the same time, on the second floor of the parking lot.

In the large space, there were more than a dozen cars full of bullet holes. Dead bodies and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and sirens were ringing one after another.

After the fierce battle, the smell of bullets and rotting flesh mixed together, strongly stimulating everyone's nerves.

"We are surrounded by zombies." Yan Hao took off the binoculars and said in a hoarse voice, "The back alley is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by zombies. I estimate that there are hundreds of them.

The adjacent buildings are a hospital, a school, a supermarket, and a pharmacy. It's a Level 1 Red Danger Zone. We can't cross it with the grappling hook, and we're about to run out of ammunition. "

Beside a biochemical armored vehicle, a few team members were quickly arranging their equipment. When they heard this, they turned to look at a certain silhouette in unison.

The harsh long-term training prevented them from losing control of their emotions immediately, but there was no mistaking the despair that flowed faintly in the silence.

In the stifling air, the howls and knocks on the door from downstairs became even clearer.

"Captain …" Yan Hao said in a low voice.

Zhou Rong leaned against the blood-stained wall and raised his head in the center of everyone's attention. He didn't say anything, but threw a cold light from his hand — at the same time, 20 steps away, a zombie hiding behind a cement pillar was hit in the skull by a knife. The knife went deep into the zombie's skull, and it fell down with a thud.

"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break out."

Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and wore a black protective suit. His expression couldn't be seen clearly in the backlight, but his voice was deep and cold.

One of the team members seemed to realize something. Huoran stood up and said, "Brother Rong!

Where are you going?! "

Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with half of its body full of bullet holes. Under everyone's gaze, he smashed the front window with a punch. He took out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door, and sat inside.

"I'm going to lead the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking out, you guys drive southeast. The target shelter is underground in the center of the city 30 kilometers away."

He ignited the ignition and lifted the handbrake. The sports car, which was full of holes, roared, "Once I'm free, I'll rush over to meet you guys. If I don't come back before you arrive, Yan Hao will take over the captain's role and send a positioning signal to the base."

"Captain!"

Yan Hao roared in an instant. The other team members couldn't accept it and stood up at the same time. "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"

Zhou Rong poked his head out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes. "Hmm?"

When Zhou Rong wasn't smiling, the combination of his facial features had a kind of cold, unruly, and intimidating aura. Even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly narrowed pupils silently showed the fact that this person was very difficult to deal with. It was obvious that it was enough to make the audience completely ignore his handsome appearance.

The obscenity accumulated over the years made the team members choke at the same time reflexively. Yan Hao lost control and took a few steps forward. When he was about to say something, Zhou Rong stretched out his hand and pointed at him. The meaning of the command was very strong and made him stop abruptly.

Then Zhou Rong laughed. As soon as he laughed, the aura of hostility disappeared. The corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved. Instead, he had a kind of improper yuppie charm.

"Stop being such a sissy, you guys."

He pointed at the faces of his team members one by one and laughed. "Wait for Brother Rong to meet us at the shelter. Get out."

The team members grasped their submachine guns tightly and looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with despair.

The sports car turned on its headlights and retreated, rolling over the zombies on the ground.

"Wait … Wait, Captain!"

Yan Hao stared out of the window and suddenly saw something. He couldn't believe it. "Someone … Someone is coming!"

At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were mechanically hammering the door. On the road behind them, a silver Camry abruptly stopped. It immediately reversed back and rolled down the window.

"…"

Were there survivors in the parking lot?

The young man looked at the eight-story building. Every window that he could see was fragmented and scattered with blood. He couldn't see the situation inside.

Only a window on the second floor directly facing the road could vaguely see someone lying on top of it. Maybe it was the people who fled into the building in panic.

The electronic control gate of the parking lot itself had been blocked. But under the endless hammering of the zombies, the hollow iron gate had a horrible curve. It was only a matter of time before it broke through.

The young man's eyebrows slightly twisted. He was a little hesitant.

He looked at the pharmacy not far away. There were only a few zombie boys, wearing junior high school uniforms. They limped and wandered aimlessly. They should have run out of the nearby school after the outbreak of the infection.

Although he temporarily lost his memory due to overstimulation, head trauma, or other reasons, he still had basic common sense.

He needed the pheromone pressure agent to disguise himself as Beta. Now that the survivors had attracted a large number of zombies away, it was completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy in one go.

But the fragile electronic control gate shouldn't last more than a few minutes.

And what if after he ran into the pharmacy, the tide of zombies rushed in?

The young man took a deep breath. His eyes fell on a motorcycle that had crashed into a tree 20 meters away. After silently counting three seconds, he pushed the door open.

The roar of the motorcycle suddenly resounded through the street, like a horn announcing the start of a meal.

On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was very soft and full of surprise. "This person …"

"He … He is helping us to lead the tide of zombies away …?"

Zhou Rong strode closer and took the binoculars to look at the street.

At the focal point of the camera, the young man straddled a motorcycle. His face and neck were tightly covered by a helmet. His leather jacket was buckled up to his chin. The tail pipe of the motorcycle spewed out exhaust gas with a low starting sound.

More and more zombies were attracted by the sound. They stopped hammering the door, turned around, and rushed to the motorcycle in groups.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters …

When the zombies on the road almost crowded to the front of the motorcycle, the number of zombies in front of the parking lot was finally reduced to less than 30. The motorcycle driver raised his left arm and gestured to the top.

Ready — —

"Yan Hao, go and drive!"

Zhou Rong suddenly threw away the binoculars and aimed with the starting gun. He shouted, "Get on, everyone get on and prepare to break out!"

Several gunshots sounded, bullets shattered the glass window. In the distant tide of zombies, several heads closest to the motorcycle exploded.

That seemed to be the signal to start the operation. In the same second, the motorcycle started and rushed out roaring!

"Go, go, go, go!" "Hurry!"

The team members quickly jumped on the armored vehicle. Yan Hao quickly turned the steering wheel with one hand and removed his magazine with the other hand and threw it out the window.

Zhou Rong didn't even turn his head as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He grabbed the magazine and installed it. The barrel was placed on the window sill, and the bullets poured out!

In the rain of bullets, the motorcycle rushed out of the tide of zombies at high speed and crushed countless zombies into rotten meat. It continued to rush to the crossroad.

The zombies staggered behind it. Looking from a high place, even the zombies in the nearby streets heard the sound and moved. More and more zombies gathered and gradually formed a spectacular long line.

There were broken limbs, bleeding from the seven orifices, and those who died with their eyes open … The dense tide of zombies was creepy.

However, in a moment of life and death, no one cared about fear. The motorcycle driver suddenly turned around at the crossroad and rushed into the Southeast Street!

With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally rose slowly. The biochemical vehicle crushed a few zombies that didn't have time to dodge under the tires.

"Captain — —" Yan Hao shouted.

On the second floor, Zhou Rongyi used his hand to support himself on the window sill and jumped down. "Boom!" He landed heavily on the roof of the motorcycle.

Five hundred meters away, at the other end of the crossroad.

The motorcycle swerved and changed lanes, and then the vehicle suddenly stopped.

There was another tide of zombies in front of them, and they were rushing to get in front!

Zhou Rong's long-range sniper cover stopped, and the zombies split up from the front and back to block them. The scene suddenly became spectacular.

The young man glanced from behind the helmet to the rearview mirror. There was a fork in the street behind him that led to the East Street.

He clenched his fists on the handlebars, and blue veins popped out. Then he calmed down.

He took a deep breath and turned the motorcycle around — —

"Roar — —"

The motorcycle crossed the road like a meteor, almost touching the sharp teeth of the zombies on the side as it rushed to the fork.

The motorcycle flew and smashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the bookstore on the corner of the street. It came out from the other side, and fell to the ground with a shower of glass!

The two male zombies in front of him were hit in the chest, and half of their rotten internal organs burst out on the ground.

The third zombie reached out to grab the handlebars, and just as it opened its mouth, a bullet suddenly whistled and blew its brain into the sky.

The young man looked up.

— — Two hundred meters away, a silver-gray armored vehicle was rampaging. Zhou Rong leaned on the roof of the vehicle and held a rifle. He narrowed one eye, and his thin lips slightly curved, as if he was greeting him from a distance.

Then the next bullet brushed past his helmet, and lifted the skull of a zombie woman on the side of the motorcycle.

"East Street corner, ten meters behind the bookstore, at two o 'clock. Get ready to rescue."

Zhou Rong's voice came from the headset. Yan Hao nodded and glanced at the satellite road map, "Not good."

"What's wrong?"

Yan Hao stepped on the accelerator, "East Street is a dead end."

The armored vehicle roared as it accelerated, but it was too late.

Zhou Rong's eyebrows twitched. The motorcycle started, broke through the zombies' encirclement, and rushed into East Street without a choice!

"Detour to help!

Search for the best route! "Zhou Rong shouted in the midst of the flying bullet shells," Get ready to turn around! "

In the driver's seat, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Yan Hao turned the steering wheel.

At the same time, on East Street, the motorcycle driver bent to the limit and rushed through the mountains of corpses. Immediately, a row of black oil pressure roadblocks appeared in front of them!

At this time, the motorcycle's speed had reached a terrifying 200 km/h, and the roadblock was only three hundred meters away. They could reach it in less than six seconds.

What did six seconds mean?

— — There was no way to turn around, and there were zombies on both sides of the road. Once they collided with the roadblock, the motorcycle would be destroyed and the passengers would die.

The motorcycle driver's pupils constricted until they were as thin as needles.

At the same time, the needle on the dashboard shook violently and hit the bottom line. There was a roar of a furious demon beast in the tailpipe.

"He wants to charge …" Yan Hao whispered.

Like the staff of Moses that split the sea, the motorcycle emerged from the layers of zombies and rushed to the roadblock steel plate in an instant — —

Time froze, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

In the air, the motorcycle flipped 360 degrees and drew a fiery arc.

Zhou Rong threw out the grappling hook, "Catch — —"

In the wind, the young man stretched out his arm, and the grappling hook accurately wrapped around his wrist. Immediately, his body stepped off the motorcycle and flew toward Zhou Rong.

The heavy motorcycle spun wildly and plunged into the sea of zombies, and then it made an earth-shattering explosion!

Bang!

With a heavy sound, the young man fell on the roof of the armored vehicle. Under the inertia, he rolled to the edge, but Zhou Rong grabbed him by the waist and kicked open the roof. Both of them fell into the car at the same time with a loud bang.

"Brother Rong!" "Captain!"

The team members rushed forward and helped the two up. Even Yan Hao in the driver's seat had set the autopilot and signaled his teammates to take over. He hurriedly got into the back of the car from the driver's seat, "Captain, are you okay?"

"Hiss …" Zhou Rong grimaced and got up, "My old waist …"

Behind him, the young man avoided the hands that were supporting him at lightning speed and retreated to the corner to straighten up.

Through the motorcycle helmet, he looked at the people in front of him without saying a word.

This is a special force, he thought.

But unexpectedly, this group of strong and burly team members were all beta. In the limited space of the car, there was no trace of alpha pheromones that were extremely invasive.

"Here." Yan Hao kindly handed over a bottle of water, "Thank you."

The car gradually quieted down. Under everyone's gaze, the young man neither spoke nor made any gesture of raising his hand.

"…" Yan Hao gestured again, "This is for you."