Chapter 95: City of Zombies
The figure rushed out extremely quickly and stopped just a few steps away from the man in red.
A foul smell hit him in the face, and the man in red subconsciously stepped back repeatedly until his back hit the cage and he had nowhere to retreat. He clenched his fists in a defensive posture, staring at the zombies with tension and determination in his eyes.
There was silence all around as everyone waited to see what the zombies would do.
"Plop... plop..." The man in red could clearly hear his own heartbeat, which became more and more rapid, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Sweat kept dripping from his body and soaking his clothes.
Seeing that the zombie opposite was standing there without moving, the man in red could no longer wait. He took a deep breath, took a big step forward and rushed forward.
The next second he arrived in front of the zombie, and the man in red punched the zombie's head with all his strength...
At this time, the zombie finally moved, and it easily avoided the fist of the man in red with a move of its body.
The man in red was unable to retract his strength for a moment, and he staggered past the zombie's body and rushed forward a few steps before he could barely stand. Without any pause, he quickly adjusted his posture, turned around and rushed back.
The zombie was unable to react in time, and was hit hard by a side punch, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The zombie roared and started to fight with the man in red.
After just a few moves, the zombie grabbed the man in red and lifted him high into the air, then threw him down heavily.
The man in red was thrown to the ground. He struggled with pain on his face and moved backward a few times. Then he suddenly stopped, tilted his body and spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, he had no strength to retreat. He half-crouched on the ground and looked at the zombies not far away in despair.
But for some reason, the zombie stopped moving again and stood there quietly, looking around with bloodshot eyes. He didn't know if he was dazzled, but he actually saw mockery on the zombie's hideous face.
It has been a long time since there has been such an exciting fight. The venue was boiling again. People shouted excitedly and cheered for the party they bet on. The situation in the cage was very obvious. Everyone was waiting for the zombies to give the man in red the final blow.
The atmosphere in the corpse fighting arena was turbulent, and outside the base, the darkness was already surging with a storm...
The temperature at night was slightly lower than during the day, but it was still over 40 degrees Celsius. The hot and humid air made the guards fall asleep early.
In the darkness, there was a faint rustling sound coming from the quiet open space around, but after a moment the sound came closer.
A breeze blew by, and a sickening stench drifted into the air.
"Fuck, who the hell farted? It stinks!" A guard was awakened by the stench and cursed loudly.
Several other people were woken up one after another.
"What the hell are you yelling about? You scared me." Another guard was saying this. The stench of his breath filled his nasal cavity. He quickly raised his hand to cover his nose. "Who the hell farted?"
The guards looked at each other, all of them with angry faces, but no one came out to admit it, and then they started blaming each other.
Amidst the commotion, something roared towards them.
A strong stench instantly surrounded the surroundings, and then the strong smell of blood spread and gradually covered the stench in the air...
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The zombies in the fighting arena remained silent for a long time, and everyone in the arena began to curse. Seeing this, the staff quickly approached the cage with electric shock tools.
The long electric shock rod stretched towards the zombie. When it was about to touch it, the zombie tilted its head, glanced at it, and dodged sideways.
Seeing the zombie move, the staff retracted the pole away from the cage. However, the zombie stopped moving inside the cage. The man returned and quickly extended the long pole, and the zombie dodged again.
This was repeated several times. Every time the electric shock rod was extended into the cage, the zombie would hide. When the rod was retracted, the zombie would remain motionless, as if the zombie was being played a trick on him.
This gave the man in red, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, a moment to catch his breath. He endured the pain and moved a little bit away from the zombies.
He watched the zombie interacting with the staff, feeling a momentary daze. What was this zombie doing? It had spared him, who was also in the cage, but had only aroused the people outside...
The director of the corpse fighting arena, who had been staring at the surveillance camera, was now furious. He picked up the intercom on the table and cursed, "Fuck it, why don't you shock it!"
A curse came from the staff member's headset. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, aimed at the zombie figure, and quickly extended the long pole in his hand.
The zombie dodged and brushed past the pole again.
"Master... Supervisor... This zombie is too agile. I... I can't handle it alone."
"What a fucking waste! More people, turn on the electric shock to the maximum and give this zombie a proper treatment."
Soon the cage was filled with people holding electric shock rods.
The scene in the backfield changed so quickly that the audience couldn't react. How did it suddenly change from a single-player match to a multi-player siege?
Level 4 zombies...are indeed different.
At this time, there were endless roars and cries outside the corpse fighting arena, but the noise inside easily drowned out the sounds outside, and the people inside did not notice anything unusual about the base.
But the zombie in the cage sensed it, and finally moved.
Just as the supervisor in the monitoring room was about to give an order, the zombies on the screen began to move. He pressed the intercom, "Zombies are moving, everyone evacuate first."
The zombie moved, but still ignored the man in red on the ground. It raised its head and let out a long howl, and soon several screams were heard from the entrance.
In just a few seconds, several dark shadows flashed out.
The iron cage was suddenly filled with zombies. Those zombies that came out later were covered in blood, shocking everyone present.
Soon someone noticed something was wrong, and those who reacted quickly and secretly evacuated, but most people still hadn't reacted and stared blankly at the iron cage below.
The supervisor watching the surveillance footage also realized something was amiss. He quickly checked the surveillance footage inside the entrance room, and then his eyes widened...
The entire screen was blood-red. The iron cages holding the zombies in the inner room were torn apart, leaving broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground... There was even a person whose lower body was missing, but he was still alive, dragging his bloody intestines exposed and moving bit by bit on the ground.
The zombies in the fighting arena also began to move at this time, and they easily broke the iron cage bars.
The zombies scattered and attacked the crowd. People finally reacted and ran away crying, but it was too late. For a moment, the zombie fighting field was like purgatory.
Those who originally treated zombies as playthings have now all become playthings of the zombies.
In the iron cage, there were still the man in red and the fourth-level zombie. The fourth-level zombie did not move. It stood in the middle of the cage, looking around with interest.
The man in red, who had been lying in the corner and silently reducing his presence, looked at the miserable scene outside the cage and became dazed again.
He suddenly went from being watched to being a spectator. The change of identity was too fast for him to bear.
The tragedy outside the cage soon came to an end. The fourth-level zombie raised its foot and walked out. When it reached the outside of the cage, it suddenly turned back and stared at the man in red on the ground with its blood-red eyes.
The man in red who was targeted quickly pretended to be dead.
The zombie twitched the corners of his mouth slightly and walked away quickly.
The corpse fighting arena suddenly became quiet. The man in red raised his eyes cautiously and looked around a few times. He saw nothing but corpses of various shapes that were torn into pieces.
He... was actually spared by the zombies? The man in red struggled to stand up, enduring the pain of broken bones as he moved step by step towards the room where the zombie fighters were imprisoned.
After leaving the gymnasium, the man in red came to a window and looked outside. It was raining heavily at this time. The base was in chaos. All he could see were swarms of zombies. It seemed like it had become a city of zombies.
However, what surprised him was that although the base was well-equipped with weapons, there was very little sound of gunfire outside.
Could it be that the fighting had been going on for too long? Had they run out of weapons?
Seeing that the zombies outside had the upper hand, he had to act quickly so that he could escape from here during the chaos.
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A burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and a large group of people wearing black raincoats quickly walked to the door of the base's chief room, and were immediately stopped by two guards.
"Stop! The commander has ordered that no one should disturb us."
The man standing at the front lifted his rain hat to reveal his face and said hurriedly, "I am Zhang Heng, commander of the Second Legion. I have an urgent matter to report to the commander."
"The commander said that no one can disturb us!" said the guard with a stern expression.
Rainwater mixed with sweat dripped down continuously. Zhang Heng wiped his forehead with his hand, tilted his head and glanced behind him twice before shouting, "There's a zombie siege outside! I need to see the commander right away! If you delay my report, can you afford to let the zombies come in?"
A dead city? The two guards looked at each other in shock.
Seeing that the two men were slacking off, Zhang Heng signaled to his men, and the guards were immediately separated by Zhang Heng's men.
"What are you doing? Are you going to rebel? Let us go." The guard struggled and roared.
Zhang Heng ignored the guards and went forward to knock on the door. After knocking twice, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the next room, holding weapons and pointing them at Zhang Heng and his group.
"Don't move, put down your weapons!"
Damn it, I forgot about these people, Zhang Heng cursed in his heart.
He signaled his men to release the people. "I'm Zhang Heng, commander of the Second Legion. There are zombies attacking the city outside. I need..."
Before he could finish his words, the solid wooden door behind him slowly opened, and a woman in revealing clothes opened the door and walked back into the house.
"What's all the fuss about?" A cold voice came from inside the house.
"Commander... Commander, the zombies are surrounding the city!"
The room was silent for a few seconds, and then a voice was heard again: "It's just a siege, why make such a fuss?"
Zhang Heng looked back a few times and replied, "Zombies... Zombies have already entered the city."
"What?" A chaotic voice sounded in the house. A moment later, Meng Lingyu, commander of the G City base, came to the door.
He was wearing only a pair of camouflage training pants, and his exposed upper body was covered with scars.
Meng Lingyu's tone was gloomy: "Why didn't you report it earlier?"
"Zombie sneak attack... When the inner city guards discovered it, the outer city had already fallen. They... they were unable to respond in time, and a small group of zombies broke into the inner city." Zhang Heng explained in a low voice, hunched over.
"Come in and report in detail!" Meng Lingyu walked towards the study next door.
Just as he was about to go in, Zhang Heng spoke up from behind him: "Commander... I brought a guard who escaped from the outer city with me... He... He knows... more details."
Meng Lingyu looked back and saw a group of people wearing black raincoats and rain hats standing behind Zhang Heng. There seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the air, which made him frown.
Zhang Heng secretly clenched his hands when Meng Lingyu looked at him. He swallowed several times and was about to speak again.
"Let him come in together." Meng Lingyu said and turned around and walked into the study.
A figure walked out slowly from behind the team, followed Zhang Heng into the study, and then the door was closed.
Meng Lingyu had just sat down on the chair when he heard the voice and looked up, frowning and scolding: "Who told you to close the door? Open the door!"
Zhang Heng came in and stood in the corner. He didn't move when he heard Meng Lingyu talking.
The man in the black raincoat walked slowly forward and stood in front of Meng Lingyu across the table.
Meng Lingyu sensed something was wrong and pulled out his pistol, firing three shots in front of him.
The bullet entered the flesh, but the person in front of him did not change at all, and not even a trace of blood came out of the wound.
The man raised his hand and slowly took off his rain hat...a pale and gloomy face was revealed.
"Are you human? No, you're a zombie!"
Realizing the current situation was unclear, Meng Lingyu remained calm. He threw the gun on the table, stood up, and stared at the zombie in front of him across the table. "What do you want to do?"
The zombie's bloodless lips twitched slightly, and a hoarse voice echoed in the house.
"Submission..."
"Or..."
"die……"
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