Chapter 296 Rescue

Such a strange posture made the hairs on Jing Yimai's back stand up, and the friction on the loose black cotton vest caused small electric currents to flash.

How the hell is this so scary!!

If she had a few more hairs, she would be Kayako!

Jing Yimai gritted his teeth and forced himself not to retreat. When the zombie was about to approach, he grabbed the withered arm he used for self-defense, aimed at the bloody hole, and inserted it into the zombie's head fiercely, directly knocking out the crystal core.

The stench was as bad as maggots in the tarsal bones, rushing towards me.

He was caught off guard and took a small breath. An indescribable stench rushed straight to the top of his head, and his vision suddenly went dark.

He shook his head and pressed the edge of the mask firmly.

The roars of the zombie horde sounded from all directions, like a high-speed rotating tornado, tearing everything apart with ease.

The huge space is filled with tense and dangerous messages.

He did not linger any longer, but took two steps at a time, stepped down the multiple steps, and ran madly towards the old man's hiding place with his long legs.

What followed closely behind was a dense and chaotic sound of footsteps, interspersed with the sound of crashing from great heights, which made one's scalp tingle just by listening to it.

The survivors imprisoned in the "prison" looked at the horde of zombies that had gone completely crazy and kept crashing into the iron bars. They squeezed into the crowd helplessly with despair in their eyes, watching the chaos numbly.

“Boom boom boom!”

Jing Yimai knocked on the metal cabinet door repeatedly and said urgently, "Come out quickly!"

The originally smooth breathing inside suddenly stopped, and a trembling voice asked, "...Who?"

"Me, quick!"

Jing Yimai leaned outside and saw dense swarms of zombies swarming down from the upstairs. Dozens of zombies jumped directly from the upstairs and slammed down from a height of dozens of meters, splashing a pool of debris.

Without even a twitch, he died a second time.

Click.

The iron door opened, and the old man saw a familiar face. His tense heart finally relaxed. Just as he was about to ask the man if he was injured, his face turned pale.

The two zombies with bared fangs and claws couldn't stop their speed and crashed straight into the wall. Even with their faces bruised, they still pounced on the two men.

Jing Yimai grabbed his arm, threw him behind his back, stretched out his foot and kicked the zombie hard in the chest as it was about to pounce on him. The huge force of his kick sent it flying several meters away.

He carried the person on his back and ran away.

The sound of footsteps instantly attracted the zombies who couldn't find their target nearby, and they rushed over in a black mass.

The level of terror is so high that it is enough to give people nightmares for a month.

The old man was so frightened that he dared not say a word. He stared in horror at the ten purple fingers that were about to hook the back of his neck.

Glancing back again, he saw that behind him were all highly decayed zombies, as if they had just crawled out of the ground. He could vaguely see discolored bones between the overly blackened flesh.

Fortunately, there are no maggots...

The old man started to cry.

"...Child, hurry, hurry, run, I'm gonna catch you."

It’s not that he is reluctant to give up his life. He has lived for more than 60 years, which is enough. It’s just that he hasn’t found the girl yet and he still has concerns in his heart. How can he have the face to see his wife in the underworld?

My dear, next time, next time, uncle will jump down on his own initiative...

Upon hearing this, Jing Yimai quickened his pace, wrapped the old man's legs around his waist, and released crackling high-voltage electricity from his hands, swinging a long and fierce electric light behind him, which burned a group of approaching zombies.

Beads of sweat the size of beans on my forehead seeped into my eyes as I was bouncing up and down, causing some stinging.

He closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly saw thirty or forty strong warriors holding special-powered guns appearing at the entrance, with familiar badges shining!

Troops?!

Jing Yimai suddenly felt relieved, and his legs were instantly filled with strength.

The soldiers also had their eyes shining as they looked at the sea of zombies behind him. Their first reaction was excitement!

So many zombies!

So many crystal cores!!

The captain waved his hand sharply downwards.

The next second, the soldiers strode forward, raised their guns with one hand, hooked their fingers, and fired fiercely at the zombie tide!

A barrage of supernatural bullets flew out of the gun barrel like the wind, spinning at high speed in the air and easily piercing the zombies' heads like puncturing a balloon.

The zombies surged like a black wave as if they had rushed onto the beach of death, falling down one after another.

Jing Yimai took the opportunity to carry the old man on his back and rushed out the door. Before he could calm down, he saw Boss Xia's astonished expression.

She paused and introduced to the tall man beside her:

"That's him, my informant."

Xia Yan smiled and raised his finger, "I was just about to go in to rescue you, and you actually came out safely. You're worthy of being a lightning master, that's amazing. Xiao Jing, this is General Chu, the super powerful General I told you about before."

Jing Yimai put the old man down, took off his mask, and looked at the man standing beside him who was hard to ignore.

The other person had an upright posture and a strong aura. His outstretched palm was thick and powerful, and his voice was calm but deep when he spoke.

"Hello, I'm Chu Wanfu."

...

An hour later, the deafening gunshots in the library finally ended.

No zombie could make an unpleasant roar anymore.

All the combat teams excitedly began to finish the work. As exciting as the battle just now was, they were just as happy collecting the crystal cores at this moment.

Inside the RV in front of the museum, three people sat in a circle. The chrysanthemum tea on the coffee table in the middle had long since lost its heat, just like the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Xia Yan found the unsweetened tea too bitter and unpalatable, so he took a glass of orange juice from the car refrigerator and drank it slowly.

His eyes would occasionally fall on the two men's cautious and thoughtful faces.

The news exchanged was so explosive that neither of them could digest it for a moment.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the message she had seen from Mr. Bin before.

"I have some news to share with you. Fifteen new recruits will be arriving in ten days. They will dock at Mount Pearl Harbor at six in the morning."

"Someone else is coming?"

Jing Yimai frowned slightly, wondering if Uncle Liu’s daughter was among them?

Chu Wanfu was still a hoodwinker, "Who's coming?"

Then he looked over the front windshield and saw his men helping a group of rescued survivors out.

But... those huge, shaky pregnant bellies...

Chu Wanfu's eyes gradually widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Xia Yan said, "I think they're referring to them. I heard they're called 'race people'."

When Jing Yimai heard the last two words, his gaze suddenly turned to the old man sitting in another car.

The latter had a look of decadence and dejection on his face, his head leaning weakly against the glass, staring at those bellies, not knowing what he was thinking.

"How abhorrent!" Chu Wanfu's chest blazed with rage, his eyes burning. "What kind of cruel organization is this?! They treat humans like animals! They trample and slaughter them at will!"

He clenched his fists, his bones made a creaking sound, the veins on his neck were exposed, and the murderous aura of a veteran in the battlefield exploded out.

Xia Yan didn't respond.

Jing Yimai was also quiet, but there was also a huge and deep hatred brewing in his eyes.