Bringing the Supermarket to the Apocalypse

Along the jeep windshield, Lin Feng saw that in the distance it was an abandoned gas station. At this time, there were four people, holding long knives and fighting a zombie.

"Secondary zombies!"

As the car drove in and saw the opposite battle, Dong Wu, in the co-pilot, instinctively shouted.

Lin Feng carefully observed the second-level zombies in Dong Wukou. It felt obviously much larger than the ordinary zombies. The size of the head was nearly two meters, and the body was much more sturdy than the ordinary zombies.

Although the block is big, the second-level zombie movement is not slow at all. The second-level zombies kept waving their arms and attacking a few people in front of them. Because of the speed, the few people could only dodge while using a knife to resist.

This second-level zombie does not seem to have pain, and the knife has not reacted to it. But unlike ordinary zombies, there is only a sense of hunger. This second-class zombie seems to have some wisdom. When a knife is cut towards his neck or his head, he will actively block it with his arm.

The power of the second-level zombies is very large, and the other people on the opposite side are hard to pick up. When the zombies attack, they basically avoid. Several people took turns to cooperate with the attack, but the body of the second-level zombies was extremely hard and it was not a problem for a while. On the other hand, the few people were tired and panting. Lin Feng saw two people lying on the battlefield. Obviously there was no sign of life.

"These people are better than me."

Looking at the opposite person, Dong Wu said.

Dong Wu said yes, Lin Feng also saw that those people, whether they are the speed of the body or the strength of the attack, must be higher than Dong Wu. According to this last-generation algorithm, the combat power should be between 150 and 200.

The fighting voice over there is not small, and it has caused ordinary zombies around the gas station to be surrounded by two or three.

"This brother, you go against the ordinary zombies, and our brothers deal with this guy."

While avoiding the attack of the second-level zombies, one of several people spoke, shouting at the middle of a big man toward the other person.

It seems that these people are not a group. When the car is tens of meters away from the gas station, Lin Feng heard the sentence and said in the heart.

The four people are divided into two groups, and the three people should be a group to jointly deal with the second level zombies. The other person is obviously the same as the two guys lying on the ground, because the clothes are similar. He himself dealt with ordinary zombies, and the ordinary zombies were not threatened. The middle-aged man could do it alone.

"Let's see it in the past."

Seeing the second-level zombies, Lin Feng was a bit curious. It was the first time that I came to this end of the world to encounter a senior zombie. Lin Feng is a practitioner who is not afraid of the zombie virus. Lin Feng feels that defeating this second-class zombie is not a problem.

"Do you want to use a gun?"

Lin Feng is not afraid, and does not mean that Dong Wu is not afraid. Just after dinner last year, Lin Feng and Dong Wu went to the weapons store operated by the base. Each person bought an assault rifle and a pistol and the corresponding bullets, and spent three hundred white crystals. Although the bullet is not very harmful to the zombies, it is still very expensive. But there are still some threats to people, and sometimes they are more useful than strength.

Lin Feng shook his head and motioned Dong Wu not to take the gun out. Lin Feng estimates that Dong Wu’s guns have never been opened. If he gets angry and hurts his own people, he will open up.

"This brother, come over and help, let's take this guy together."

As early as Lin Feng came over with their cars, several people present were aware of it. I don’t know if it’s an enemy or a friend, and there’s no buzz. Now I saw Lin Feng coming over and hurriedly greeted.

Taking a long knife from the end of the world table, Lin Feng ran quickly, and in front of the second-level zombies, raised a long knife, spread the power to the arm, fell down with a knife, and cut it toward the head of the zombie.

A few people were dazzled, Lin Feng's movements were too fast, and he hadn't come to see how Qing Feng was making a move. The knife was already close to the zombies.

This trick is Lin Feng's study in the original world of martial arts, paying attention to a stable standard. Lin Feng’s martial arts in the past is very good, and he has won many awards in the city.

Lin Feng's speed is fast, and the second-level zombies are not slow. When the knife is going to cut the zombie's head, the second-level zombie actually blocked the knife of Lin Feng with his arm.

Feeling a shock from the knife, Lin Feng secret road is really not small.

The knife was not cut to the head of the zombie, but it was deeply cut into the arm of the second-level zombie.

How many people need to be able to see how many people are present? A few people have been playing for a long time, and at most, they have made a small hole in the body of the second-level zombies.

The strength of the zombies is not small, but Lin Feng feels that he can still control.

"Is this power? It seems that the second-level zombies are not strong. In this case, what is the third-level zombie?"

Feel the power and speed of the second-level zombies, Lin Feng heart secretly.

In fact, Lin Feng does not know that this is only for him. Lin Feng is a practitioner and a martial artist. Regardless of the speed of power and the awareness of the move, it is much stronger than the average person.

Forcefully slam the knife back and pull the knife out of the zombie's arm. Huge power brought a second corpse to the corpse. At this time, Lin Feng once again slashed his knife to the neck of the second-level zombies. The zombies who lost their hearts were too late to dodge and were cut by a knife.

"Hey!", the head of the second-level zombie fell to the ground and rolled out very far.

Then the huge body of the second-level zombies fell to the ground, making a huge sound.

Three strokes!

Several people present, including Dong Wu, saw Lin Feng using only three strokes and killed a powerful second-level zombie. He couldn't help but open his mouth.

Trainer!

In addition to Dong Wu, such a word emerged in the minds of several people.

Ordinary people, even if they have good fighting power, want to deal with the second-level zombies, they need six or seven people, and spend half a day. Perhaps several people are still to die, and the two people lying on the ground are examples. The practitioners used only three strokes to kill the powerful second-level zombies. It can be seen how much the gap between practitioners and ordinary people is.

Under the eyes of several people worshiping, Lin Feng went to the head of the second-level zombies and picked up the zombie's head with a knife.

The other few people did not dare to move at this time, even if there is a yellow crystal of 100 white crystals in the head of the second-level zombies. Money is important, but life is more important. In front of a practitioner, ordinary people are like ants. Now these people don’t even think about Huang Jing in the second-level zombie brain, even if this second-class zombie is the first to discover.

"what?"

Just when the head of the second-level zombie was opened, Lin Feng saw something in his head, and his brow was wrinkled.

There is no citrine in the brain of this second-level zombie. Instead, it was discovered by Lin Feng before Dong Feng’s bed, the small black ball that can be absorbed by the supermarket.