The black shadow that rushed into the vault hall from the outside moved so fast, like a wisp of black smoke, it passed by the seven or eight gun-wielding gangsters. They screamed, and those seven or eight fierce men unexpectedly
It flew up and hit the surrounding walls like a tattered bag. Blood spurted out from its mouth, and then fell to the foot of the wall. It twitched a few times and then lost all sound.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, including the tall, blond boss King Kong, who had a cunning aura, a rat head, and a cock-combed head with rat eyes.
The black shadow flashed again, and the short cockscomb head felt a breeze blowing towards his face. He couldn't help being startled. He was about to duck aside, but it was too late. A slender white palm had already touched his throat.
The Cockscomb Head was immediately frightened out of his wits, and he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out from his wide-open mouth, only a click was heard, the Cockscomb Head's dead fish eyes protruding from the eye sockets rolled over, and his head was pulled softly.
down
Only then did the dozens of people in the hall see the dark figure clearly. A white-faced middle-aged man wearing black clothes was standing in the hall. He was holding the cockscomb head's neck with his right hand and lifting him up with one hand.
This middle-aged man has an oriental face and ghostly body skills. He seems to be an ancient martial arts master.
The cockscomb's hands and feet were limp and drooping, looking a bit like a crushed rooster. It had obviously gone to King Yama to buy salted duck eggs.
The middle-aged man in black chuckled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he threw the cockscomb-headed body aside as if throwing away garbage, and clapped his hands.
"You are lucky to die in my hands," the white-faced middle-aged man said unhurriedly, as if killing these people at once was a trivial matter.
King Kong, the boss of the band of gangsters, had now turned into a human-looking person. The man in black shocked him so much that he felt that his life was under great threat, and fear emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Who are you? Why did you kill my brothers?" King Kong tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, raised his right hand suddenly, pointed the gun at the middle-aged man in black and said, there was obviously a tremor in his voice.
King Kong, who had become a bachelor commander, was shaking with his gun-grabbing hand. The ferocious look on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of fear. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on his forehead and then slid down his face.
, and then dripped on the smooth floor
King Kong allowed the sweat to flow down and did not dare to reach out to wipe it. He did not even dare to blink his eyes. He was afraid that if he blinked, he would be dead when he opened his eyes.
The middle-aged man glanced disdainfully at King Kong standing in front of the vault door, with a vague smile on his lips: "Why don't you shoot? Maybe you can kill me."
King Kong was startled, then overjoyed, but when he saw the middle-aged man acting as if nothing had happened, he simply ignored him. Thinking that this man was as fast as the vampire in the movie, his heart kept sinking.
King Kong looked at the men lying at the foot of the surrounding walls, and then at the floor of the hall, the strangely twisted neck of Cockscomb Head. He was shocked, threw the pistol away, and knelt down with a plop: "Boss, spare your life.
Ah, as long as the boss can spare my life, I am willing to follow the boss and be his slave."
When people in the lobby saw this scene, their eyes almost popped out. The gangster leader stormed into the bank with great force and took control of dozens of employees who stayed behind in the bank, including the senior treasury manager. And now
, but turned into a frightened wretch begging for mercy
In fact, King Kong is not a reckless person with a headless head and well-developed limbs. Otherwise, he would not have become the boss of this gang of gangsters. None of these gangsters are simple people.
The middle-aged man touched his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then smiled and said: "Okay, then I will spare your life."
"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss." King Kong kowtowed quickly, making the mountains ring with surprise. As long as he didn't die, he would have plenty of chances to escape.
Huh, you want to play tricks in front of me? You are not qualified yet. I will let you do free labor for the time being. By then you will no longer be of any use, and then I will send you on your way. A cruel look flashed through the eyes of the middle-aged man.
In the east of the city, Smith led his special operations team and eliminated the zombies in the five-story building in just over ten minutes.
He was standing on the top of the building, listening to a subordinate's combat report.
"Report to the captain, our mission has been completed. There were no casualties, no one was injured, and a total of 351 living dead were eliminated." There was strong confidence in the loud voice.
"Very good, I will arrange the next mission now. Al, Nord, and Fili, the three of you go up to the top floor and find a sniper position each. If you find any abnormality around you, report it immediately. The others will clean up the bodies in the yard.
, and then patrol the building on guard, Mr. Carter should be arriving soon."
Smith assigned tasks to the team members through the headphones. After finishing, he looked up at the surrounding buildings and streets, and he felt an inexplicable and faint feeling of panic in his heart.
After he captured this building occupied by hundreds of zombies, he felt vaguely inappropriate and uneasy, as if an invisible eye was constantly watching him. This was the keenness he had developed after countless births and deaths.
His senses have always been very effective, so when the feeling of being peeped by invisible eyes became clearer and clearer, he became more and more nervous.
His face was more solemn than ever before, and he looked from side to side from time to time. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat from time to time, and an invisible heavy pressure in his heart kept squeezing his heart, making him almost breathless.
This five-story building is surrounded by high walls. Only the big iron door in front can enter and exit. Now that the big iron door has been firmly closed, the zombies outside can't get in at all. Why is there still this feeling of impending disaster?
Smith really can't understand
In the dark city, apart from the zombies wandering on the streets, there are also howls from time to time. There should be survivors in the corners of the city, but they absolutely dare not leave their hiding places.
If the military doesn't save them, they will end up trapped in this city. Food and water, which they usually don't care about, have become extremely precious at this time.
Finally, the three snipers reached the roof of the building. Smith greeted them and then turned and went downstairs.
What Smith didn't know was that on the top floor of a building 700 or 800 meters away from him, there was a man and a woman taking a thorough look at Smith and the entire five-story building.
From such a long distance, Smith never imagined that anyone could see their actions clearly with the naked eye.
The man suddenly turned back and looked into the distance, then suddenly pulled his female companion beside him and hid in the darkness. After a while, the sound of a helicopter flying was heard in the distance, and a black helicopter passed over the top floor of the building and headed towards the building occupied by Smith.