There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air, and the flesh and bones slowly squirmed and crawled.
Obscure and blasphemous murmurs sounded, seeming to invite everyone into a feast of joy.
"call…"
On the rooftop not far away, a pale man was trembling all over.
The light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the rising fear in his heart gradually turned into a desire for flesh and blood.
Li Ming was affected.
It won't be long before he will completely lose consciousness like those residents who commit crimes in the city, and start desperately attacking all living things around him.
"Oh shit!"
Li Ming tried to light a cigarette with a slightly different appearance, but his trembling hands could not help him complete this delicate operation.
Without much hesitation, the man chose to crush it and stuff it directly into his mouth.
The original owner of this cigarette was Zhao Guangming. It is said that in addition to nicotine, a large amount of sedative drugs were added to it.
Even if he knew that his uncle might lie to him, Li Ming could only act like a doctor.
He knows his own situation and can roughly guess what will happen next.
There are many people who lose their minds due to pollution in the zoo, and Li Ming also expected that he might have such an ending.
"call…"
Struggling to catch his breath, the man fell to his knees in pain.
There was a vague whisper in his ears, as if something was constantly pulling on his internal organs.
Hungry.
So hungry.
The whole world was covered with a faint layer of blood mist, and the terrifying hunger in his belly almost swallowed him whole.
"Damn..."
Li Ming raised his blood-red eyes and looked at the two figures in the distance fighting back and struggling in the wave of flesh and blood.
He wants to help.
But I don’t have as strong an inspiration as Wang Jin, nor do I have as high a pollution resistance as Zhao Guangming.
Ordinary people appear so vulnerable in the face of pollution.
Internal organs are churning, eyeballs are bloodshot, dizziness and tinnitus.
Consciousness is like a raft in the huge waves, it seems that it will be completely torn apart and swallowed up in the next second.
Pollution has reached a critical point, and sanity has begun to be tested.
Li Ming trembled and closed his eyes.
He could feel that his mentality was changing uncontrollably.
It seems that something is about to take root and thrive in the chaotic mind.
Fear, violence, or paranoia?
None.
Li Ming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clean.
He seized a moment of enlightenment in the storm and stopped himself from falling into madness by sheer force of will.
Human virtue is enough to compete with pollution.
"I might go crazy, but not today."
The man covered in dust slowly raised the sniper rifle, his eyes full of determination.
——
"Other affected people started showing up."
Wang Jin turned sideways to avoid Chen Zhong's attack and looked at the slowly approaching figures in the distance.
He expected this to happen.
Since Chen Zhong affects residents through a form of "contagion", the people living near his hiding place will definitely not be immune.
However, these people's bodies did not appear alienated, they just lost consciousness.
"Can't kill."
Zhao Guangming frowned and turned to Wang Jin.
"Know."
The latter flew up and kicked Chen Zhong, temporarily widening the distance.
It seems that the person behind all this has a high IQ. At least he knows that Wang Jin and Zhao Guangming cannot do anything to civilians.
"Damn, this is probably asking for death."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin took back the secret instrument in his hand.
He thought about directly pulling these people into a dream, but Zhao Guangming and himself would also lose consciousness.
Chen Zhong, who has been completely alienated, and the flesh and blood in the distance will not be affected in any way.
This is equivalent to impatiently giving your head to others to chop off, or even buying one and getting one free.
"You can't knock them out one by one, right?"
Wang Jin tried hard to dodge Chen Zhong's attack, but he was constantly thinking about countermeasures in his mind.
Although the number of residents rushing up was not large, he still had to concentrate on dealing with the strange thing that was about to appear in front of him.
As for Zhao Guangming...
The man probably didn't have the concept of "knocking out" in his eyes, not to mention that he himself was firmly restrained by the blur of flesh and blood.
"Then use my pollution to cover that thing's pollution."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin slowly opened the Eyes of the Ancient God.
Doing so may cause harm to innocent people, but there is no better way at the moment.
Death surged, and light blue mist rose around him.
The pollution, which was several times more powerful than that strange thing, tried to spread outwards, but was firmly controlled within half a meter by the secret instrument on his wrist.
"I'm sorry."
The young man sighed and reached out to the resident closest to him.
Just when Wang Jin took a step forward, the man suddenly fell down without warning.
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and then saw the anesthesia needle inserted into the back of the other person's neck.
"Ah...it's a sniper."
"If you can calm down and ensure your hit rate at this time, I can probably guess who you are."
The young man grinned and waved his hand in the distance.
"Tsk, he is barely a good boy."
Zhao Guangming took a puff of the special cigarette, and a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.
——
"Deputy team, the situation is barely under control."
"Group Six also met the big brother in black, and the gangster has been subdued."
"Someone in the second group was injured, but it has been bandaged up by a little girl."
Listening to the voice coming from the intercom, Zhao Xiaoxian held her stomach and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from the top of her head.
"Vice team...are you injured?"
The young man turned to look at Zhao Xiaoxian, and the joy on his face instantly turned into panic.
"Shh."
The latter made a silent gesture, took off his coat and pressed on the wound that was bleeding continuously.
The situation was so critical that even Zhao Xiaoxian didn't know when she was injured.
But once her mind relaxed, the effects of blood loss and pain quickly began to erode her body.
"It should be that time."
Zhao Xiaoxian bit her lower lip gently and staggered away.
She was hit in the abdomen when she first subdued the gangster. Now it seems that it was not just a simple hit.
"I'm going to call the doctor!"
"Don't make any noise."
Zhao Xiaoxian held the young man down and signaled him not to panic.
The situation finally stabilized, and as the commander, she couldn't leave.
"Lieutenant, you will die if you continue like this."
The young man's face was flushed with anxiety, but he was afraid of hurting Zhao Xiaoxian and did not dare to struggle hard.
"Don't worry, I won't die."
Zhao Xiaoxian patted the dust on her police uniform and showed a somewhat forced smile.
She was seriously injured, and she continued to carry out high-intensity rescue and evacuation operations with her wounds.
Due to excessive blood loss and internal injuries, Zhao Xiaoxian's consciousness began to gradually blur.
"Huh...it doesn't embarrass my brother and Xiao Ming."
Squinting at the street, which was gradually returning to order, the strong girl smiled, but her body gradually fell back.
"Yes, you are already great."
Warmth enough to dispel any pain came from behind, and the girl in red gently hugged Zhao Xiaoxian from behind.