Wei Wenyuan is very familiar with this man.

He... seems to have his surname Wang? He has forgotten his name, and everyone upstairs and downstairs calls him "Lao Wang".

For some reason, Wei Wenyuan suddenly remembered last year when he passed by an Internet cafe, he saw several young people laughing at the computer screen through the glass window. They talked about a comic on the screen in a sarcastic tone. It was a very ugly head, and it felt like... it was similar to the eggplant that was soaked in soy sauce after being sung. Those young people said that the person in the comics seemed to be called "Wang Nima".

"Old Wang, Wang Nima, hahahahaha————"

The muscles on Wei Wenyuan's face were twisted, and countless wrinkles were squeezed on the corners of his eyes and mouth, looking like a chrysanthemum that had just been moistened by fresh cow dung. He grabbed Lao Wang's hair, and tears oozed out at the head full of infinite fear and despair, shaking and struggling, looking at the head that was begging for a few seconds, and said in a strange voice that changed the tone: "Don't worry, Wang Nima, I'll send you to see your mother now."

"Swoosh———"

The sharp knife pierced through the throat, and an extremely terrifying and terrifying wound immediately appeared on the surface of the skin.

Wei Wenyuan is not a professional killer, nor has he received similar training. The knife stabbed into the throat was immediately stuck by the epiglottis bone. He frowned and held the hilt impatiently and rubbed it back and forth. The unfamiliar movements made Lao Wang feel unusually painful. He widened his eyes desperately, twisted his body like a loach, and shrank his neck to break free from the bondage.

Lao Wang felt a sharp knife in his throat cutting back and forth. He felt pain in his mind, but more fear. At this moment, he subconsciously recalled the pig that was hanging high on his hind legs, and the butcher grinned and inserted it into his neck with a sharp knife.

"Touch your mom! Move again, I will kill you again————"

Wei Wenyuan was very angry.

Killing people with a knife is obviously not as simple as imagined. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull out the stuck knife from the cracks of the bones. The rough and barbaric movements immediately made Lao Wang's neck splash with blood. Wei Wenyuan held the back of his neck in anger, grabbed a basin prepared in advance from the side, pressed Lao Wang's head hard, and then swung the knife to poke it on the other person's head.

The rough and panicked movements of eyes, nostrils, lips, cheeks... have no practical meaning, they are purely just to vent their anger. Every knife will bring greater pain to the undead Lao Wang. He felt that his eyes were plucked out by the tip of the knife, his nose was cut off, his teeth were knocked down, his tongue and lips were crushed, and the flesh on his face was ragged. Especially the hardness caused by the knife stabbing the cheekbones on his face almost made him crazy and he was so scared that he almost lost all his thinking.

"Um, um———"

Suddenly, Lao Wang had no idea where he came from and burst out with amazing strength to break the rope. Instead, he covered his heavily injured face with both hands, and pulled the cloth strips that tied his mouth several times, howled like a wild dog, and stumbled and ran outward toward the door.

If Su Hao is present, it will definitely not be difficult to see that Lao Wang has entered the early stage of the first-level strengthening human being.

Of course, the source of this sudden mutation is not silver bones or potions, but strong fear that cannot be curbed deep in the heart. The brain increases by dozens of times stronger than usual in an instant, and the pineal glands produce extremely mysterious biological hormones at the same time. The two are combined and neutralized. This is because the future world has not taken any potions, but can naturally become the evolutionary source of strong humans in the wilderness.

Anything can become a source of stimulation———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Lao Wang did not notice the huge changes in his body at all. He still took steps that had been used to for decades and ran out like a normal person. The severe pain and terror completely wiped out the courage to resist. He did not have the idea of ​​fighting with Wei Wenyuan at all, but just wanted to run faster and escape farther.

The mutation made Wei Wenyuan a little surprised.

He immediately became furious, picked up the axe next to him, and caught up with Lao Wang who was staggering in a few steps, aiming at the blood vessel on the neck that had been cut off. The bloody and flesh were already blurred and could no longer see clearly, and he slashed it hard.

"puff----"

The axe blade drew an arc in the air, sank deeply into the left neck of the target. Lao Wang screamed and fell down again. He felt that the connection between his head and shoulders had become obviously loose, so he pressed the top of his head hard, trying to close the gap between his body and his head. This useless action stimulated Wei Wenyuan more and more. He stepped forward a few steps, pulled out the axe, and slashed violently, until Lao Wang, who had just become a reinforced person, no longer had any sound.

Strengthening people is not invincible. Ordinary people can kill them.

A bit of chaos quickly consumed Wei Wenyuan's already small physical strength.

He gasped, dragged the headless corpse lying across the ground, staggered to the side of the road, and then returned to the store to hold a blood-coated basin, approaching the corpse to break its neck. The previous battle consumed most of the blood in Lao Wang's body, and the remaining bright red liquid was still taken out of half of the basin.

Wei Wenyuan, who had recovered some of his physical strength, picked up the axe again and cut Lao Wang's body into more than a dozen pieces. He brought all the basin and minced meat onto the tricycle, and did not let go of the soft and fragile internal organs. Finally, he picked up the unrecognizable face from the ground, his tongue tilted to the head of Lao Wang's lips, and looked closer for a long time. The very weird "Princess" laughed.

Wei Wenyuan's clothes were soaked in blood. He took off his shirt and trousers, wiped his strapless breasts and face casually, put on the only remaining underwear on his body, climbed onto the tricycle with bare arms, and pedaled hard towards the direction where the bank building was located in the distance.

The strong blood gradually drifted over the city, and the terrible howls of hungry zombies came from the streets and alleys shrouded in darkness.

..

"Squeak——————————————”

The tricycle, which lacks oil lubrication, groans like a rape. More than ten minutes later, Wei Wenyuan was riding his car to an intersection half a kilometer away from the small building.

He stopped the car, turned his head to look at the thick darkness behind him, and his pouting mouth with only a few teeth left, and smiled.

Wei Wenyuan jumped out of the car, lifted up the canvas, revealing a dozen cages made of iron wire, similar in size to bamboo cucumber baskets.

Each iron cage contains a mouse. Their tiny eyes emit red light, fierce and cruel, and chilling.

All the rats received were plugged with dry soybeans by Wei Wenyuan, and then carefully sewed them with needle and thread.

At most half a day, the soybeans soaked in damp feces quickly grew in size, and the strong sense of expansion squeezed the mice. They could not be excreted and could not be taken out of their bodies. The pain that could not be described in words made the mice completely crazy. They desperately bite their companions, chewed hard wire with their teeth, hit their heads, and kicked with their feet. They had no appetite or sexual desire. The only thought in their minds was to pull out everything in their stomachs quickly. Soybeans, feces, intestines... nothing left.

Take out a mouse from the iron cage, and Wei Wenyuan suddenly felt that this terrifying little creature was actually no different from him. He used his left thumb and ring finger to clamp the skin on the back of the mouse's neck, grabbed the tail with his index and middle finger, and picked up an empty canned iron box prepared from the pocket of the tricycle with his right hand, and tied it with the rat's tail with iron wire. Then he let go, watching the rat that was so suffocated that he wanted to commit suicide jumping on the ground, dragging the can box to escape wildly towards the end of the road, making a clear and harsh sound of "Dingling Bell-Boat".

After doing this, he picked up Lao Wang's right hand from the tricycle and threw it on the road at will.

Riding on the tricycle, riding for fifty or sixty meters forward, throwing a mouse with a tin box tied with a tail, and throwing a piece of human flesh. Or throwing a little blood.

Behind him, the chaotic footsteps and howlings became louder and louder.

Without looking back, Wei Wenyuan also knew that it was hundreds of zombies.

During this period, he has been investigating around him. The route and the location of the building have formed the deepest memory in his mind. Fresh flesh and blood, coupled with the empty iron canned box dragged by mice, are enough to attract all the zombies along the way. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... These terrible human-cannibal creatures have no wisdom. I can command and command them to submerge the damn building like a tsunami.

Wei Wenyuan's mind was full of swelling revenge thinking. He fantasized about the wonderful scene of Su Hao being torn to pieces by the zombies and pressing Xinyan down on his body and ravaging him.

In the past, he would only talk or get angry behind his back, and would not have made such a big move because the things in the convenience store were stolen. Now... hahahaha! This world is so fucking beautiful---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A man was riding a tricycle and slowly moving forward under the dark night.

Behind, there were thousands of zombies attracted from all directions by the smell of flesh and blood.

..

Su Hao stood on the roof of a building more than 200 meters away, silently staring at the huge group of corpses surging densely under the moonlight. Although the light was dim, the enhanced vision was enough to see the black tricycle and the group of corpses moving forward like a tide.

Lu Tao's early warning was very timely.

Su Hao and everyone quickly withdrew from the bank building and closed all exits. The building at the foot had some supplies reserved. If there was no problem, it could last for at least one week.

After the outdoor camp was completed, most of the team members in the building remained at around twenty people. Su Hao did not want too many people to notice the abnormality here, nor did he want the Supervision Administration to become interested in it. Since last week, Cao Rui and Tao Yuan have each led a team of thirty people to look for suitable buildings on the east and north of the city as the second and third resident.

"This guy must be crazy. He actually wandered around the city with zombies. Did he think he was a monster tour guide? Or the free one."

Next to him, Du Tianhao's strong voice with strong male characteristics came. He picked up a "Type 99" sniper rifle, crossed Su Hao, and landed the heavy tripod on the edge of the roof. He gritted his teeth, his face full of anger and ferocity.

“There has never been a shortage of lunatics in this world.”

Su Hao's eyes kept following Wei Wenyuan in the distance, and he said lightly: "Aim at a little bit and don't hit the vital point. I don't want him to die so comfortably."

Gathering the power of the entire team can kill all the zombies attracted by Wei Wenyuan. However, doing so will definitely attract the attention of the Supervision Administration. Su Hao is unwilling to expose his strength too early. Moreover, zombies will not become interested in the uninhabited buildings. They eat all the meat thrown on the street, drink the blood spilled along the way, and wait until dawn, they will naturally disperse slowly.

"no problem!"

Du Tianhao replied with a grim smile. He leaned closer to the scope, and his enhanced keen vision allowed him to lock the target firmly in the center of the crosshair without any difficulty, and then pull the trigger ruthlessly.

“Bao———”

The harsh and rough gunshots resounded through the sky, and even the air around the building was shocked. Apart from a distance, Su Hao saw the tricycle being overturned by the huge bullet kinetic energy, Wei Wenyuan's left leg was blown away, and his right leg seemed to be connected with a little flesh. He was pressed tightly by the overturned tricycle, unable to get up, and could not move. The next one was filled with scattered pieces of human body and internal organs, and he tried hard to let out a shrill scream that was not like a human voice.

The corpse group accelerated its movement forward. They were excited and restless, and nothing could attract more appetite than fresh prey that could not move. A few minutes later, the zombies surrounding them completely submerged the tricycle, tearing, gnawing, and chewing... In addition to the bloody, the wild night wind was mixed with high and sharp wails.

..

The rainfall for more than a week has made the almost dead city colder and wet.

Su Hao drove a pickup truck and parked at the gate of the security command. He jumped out of the cab with his backpack, and then strode in after receiving permission from the guard sentry.

More than a hundred people stood on the playground.

Judging from the appearance, they should be survivors stranded in the city.

Their clothes were torn and dirty, some were dressed very well, and their weapons were varied, including machetes, sticks, steel pipes, etc. Some people had long hair, while others had very strange hairstyles, messy and like a newly ruined bird nest.

There were no trimming for several months, and the bushy beards and hair made anyone look like a jungle native. Without professional barbers, many survivors could only put themselves in front of the mirror and use scissors to sort out themselves. The result was that their appearance was not as good as any image or temperament, but were just a group of beggars carrying weapons and staying alert at any time.

On the top of the office building were fully armed soldiers, and two heavy machine guns set on the third floor formed a cross-firing circle from top to bottom. Facing the black muzzle, the survivors were obviously afraid. They gathered in groups very consciously and watched with anticipation as the two companions who were taken into the barracks behind by the soldiers, who had just changed into brand new military uniforms and did not wear collars and ellipticals.

The two were selected. They will take the next helicopter to transport supplies to the Chengdu base.

It's lunch time now.

After cleaning and re-using, the canteen was filled with tempting aroma of food. Through the steaming window, you could vaguely see the newly outgoing steamed buns on the table, braised pork with dark brown sugar sauce luster, and stir-fried cabbage mixed with red peppers.

The KD03 base has resumed operations, and it is not difficult to provide supplies to the city supervision station.

Except for Su Hao and the soldiers guarding next to them, all the survivors were shaking their throats and swallowing desperately. Beautiful scenes filled with food were shaking in front of their eyes, and many people couldn't help but recall their memories of eating.

A woman in her thirties pressed her empty abdomen tightly and cried "woosh".

A tall and thin middle-aged man was full of vicissitudes of life and kept licking his lips.

Some people's bodies trembled slightly and kept shaking their nostrils. They slowly moved their steps and wanted to walk towards the cafeteria, but found that the soldiers standing on the roof looked cold, and they pulled up the bolts and aimed at their heads.

Wu Guoguang stood in the corridor on the second floor of the office building, staring at the group of ragged living people under his feet expressionlessly.

Since the inspection station was set up based on the security command, more than 400 survivors have been here. Their requests are almost the same, without exception, they are to get food and clothes, ask for military protection, and then leave the city.

"Even if you leave, where can you go?"

Wu Guoguang said to himself, sighing indefinitely, his eyes becoming a little dim.

He recorded the identity information of each survivor. Those people did not know the true intention of doing this. Many survivors' logical thinking remained in peacetime. They worked hard to raise their value and kept telling themselves that they were officials of a certain agency, a wealthy businessman with assets of one million, or had great authority in some aspects. Several young people repeatedly reiterated that they had participated in the "Super X Girl" or "Super X Men" competition, had been shortlisted for election, or had won enviable awards, had a national certified construction engineer level certificate, passed the CET-6 in the English test, passed the "IELTS", and had relatives abroad...

There is an old woman who is eager to leave the city and is outspoken about former US President Obama being her illegitimate child.

Very messy! It's messy!

At the beginning, Wu Guoguang was patiently persuading these people. He stated that only recognized survivors could become reserves.

However, many people do not understand and still feel that only by raising their value can they get help from the army. They gather at the gate of the headquarters every day, shouting, crying, yelling, and even kneeling on the ground begging to take them away.

Wu Guoguang is not cold-blooded. He thinks these people are really pitiful.

However, the only thing he could do was to squeeze out some food from the reserves and distribute it to those who were weak and really needed help. At the same time, inject immune agents into all survivors.

When receiving training at the Chengdu base, the superior instructor repeatedly reiterated that it is strictly forbidden to provide excessive help to any survivors. The army has no ability and no obligation to support them. Immune drugs only prevent the living and the virus from being threatened by the virus. Whether life or death in the future still depends on personal will and the ability to fight against zombies.
Chapter completed!