"Turn on the safety and release it!"
Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, the arsonists who caused the riots last night were shot in public, shocking the survivors who had ulterior motives.
There are still two days left before the evacuation, and today the safe zone is noticeably noisier than usual.
Almost all factories have stopped operating, and the main job of the survivors in the past two days is to load supplies onto heavy trucks.
The survivors discussed the matter excitedly or pessimistically, and occasionally the law enforcement officers picked out a few dishonest guys from the crowd.
Volunteers kept waving small flags to boost morale, and the radio broadcast instructions on what to pay attention to during the retreat.
Only the wounded continued to be sent back from the defense line in an endless stream, just like in the past.
Fang Ming didn't go out today, and stayed at home as a stay-at-home.
Occasionally, he would circle the yard a few times, fiddling with a shadow like a non-Newtonian liquid in his hands, as if he was muttering something.
Hei Yu fell from the sky, stood on the wall and looked at Fang Ming, then suddenly spread his wings and said seriously, "Father, I will take you flying."
"Why?" Fang Ming dispersed the shadow in his hand and looked at the child who had a sudden idea.
"Actually, Kuroba flies faster than Sister Jirito. You can take me with you next time you go out to play."
Fang Ming nodded and casually summoned the magic sword. With a whoosh, the magic sword broke through the air and landed in the sky.
"Both of you are strong candidates for the flying mount. Please do your best to determine the champion. The winner will have the right to participate in the next trip."
With a whoosh, the spirit sword rushed into the sky first with its nimble body. Then a gust of wind blew up, and Hei Yu waved his three pairs of big wings to chase after it. The man and the bird chased each other in the sky and disappeared into the fog.
"It's not that difficult to take care of a child."
Fang Ming nodded with satisfaction and turned into the yard.
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On the outer defense line of the safe zone, zombies and their corpses spread out like a smelly and rotten carpet. Endless zombies poured out from the fog. The officers on the front line frowned, preparing to call for a wave of fire support.
Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out, and the swarm of zombies that had been rushing forward slowly stopped, uttered a few unwilling roars, and slowly retreated away.
The soldiers got a moment to breathe, but the officers were facing a great enemy and picked up the communications to report to their superiors.
"Suspected traces of the Zombie King appeared on North Street. Requesting drone reconnaissance."
This scene also appeared on other defense lines. For a moment, it seemed that the zombies slowed down their offensive, and a batch of drones also flew into the fog.
In a Times Square, an even thicker fog covered the place. The zombies trapped in it were wandering around like headless flies, but they couldn't get out.
The Mist Man stood in the air, looking at the obvious traces of an explosion somewhere in the square, and fell into deep thought.
A zombie king once died here, and there was not even any sign of a fierce fight. Just one explosion was enough to kill a high-level zombie king without any resistance.
Is it a secret weapon of the indigenous people? Perhaps its disappeared kin also died in this strange way?
Nur shook his head. If they had such means, they would not have been trapped for so long without doing anything. The truth was hidden in the fog, making it suspicious.
Soon, a roar was heard behind him, and the zombie king walked out of the fog and roared at the man in the fog.
Soon, roars came from all directions, and the zombie kings born from the huge zombie group that besieged the safe zone all appeared here.
Noor looked at these manic and ugly indigenous monsters, a group of irrational beasts, which were really difficult to control.
It has no real control over these zombie kings, otherwise it would have used them as cannon fodder and killed them in this indigenous gathering place.
The fog man seemed to sigh softly, stretched out his hand and slightly raised it, the fog covering the square surged, and the familiar fog door appeared before him.
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