His heart sank.
Then he heard a roar in his ears.
Dozens of zombies appeared on the roadside.
As a last resort, he turned his gun towards the zombies.
Chen Tinghan was hiding in a roadside shop and saw this scene.
He suddenly appeared and fired his pistol at the third brother.
Some bullets were stopped by bulletproof vests.
But several bullets still hit his body.
Large streams of blood gushed out.
The third brother finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
Unreconciled.
Very unwilling.
The third brother opened his eyes wide and tried to turn his head to look at the road.
But in the end, he still tilted his head.
His health dropped to zero and he died.
The zombies around him pounced on him and bit him.
The body of the grain crime leader was unrecognizable.
The scene was bloody and cruel.
Chen Tinghan picked up the submachine gun, fiddled with it, and quickly figured out how to fire.
He went forward, intending to catch all these people in one fell swoop.
The fire was raging, and there was a body lying on the side of the road, only half of it was left.
There are three living people next to him.
Their faces were covered in blood, their legs were missing, and they were crawling in their death throes.
Chen Tinghan raised the submachine gun in his hand and fired at them.
A few seconds later, the three men were no longer alive.
Then he found the other two seriously injured criminals and shot them one by one.
So far.
All the militants here were killed by Chen Tinghan.
He began to count his harvest.
15 grenades.
18 grenades.
12 tactical helmets.
There are also 12 submachine guns.
13 pistols.
Three walkie-talkies.
Several bulletproof vests...
A few bullets...
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