Neither monsters nor young people are easy to mess with. While they are still fighting, now is the chance to escape.

This guy actually wants me to help. What does your life and death have to do with He Chao and me? I don’t want to take any risks.

He Chao snorted in his heart, lowered his body and walked towards the gap.

At this time, there was a crunching sound of stepping on the roof of the car behind him. He immediately turned around and saw Deng Yun jumping on the roof of the car, and the monster was also rushing towards him.

"Made!" He Chao's eyes were splitting, this kid actually attracted the monster.

He was so evil that he raised his gun to Deng Yun and was about to pull the trigger.

Deng Yun's eyes were calm. In an edge state, his brain would choose the most reasonable judgment. He could not let He Chao leave. The shotgun was currently the best choice.

What happened in the past few days made him understand that in the apocalypse, survival comes first, and he does not need to care about the lives of some people.

Seeing He Chao raising his gun to shoot, he activated his mind control again and took advantage of the opponent's confusion to snatch away the shotgun.

At the same time, Scar came from behind and knocked away the car. When he saw He Chao blocking the road, he slapped it away with his palm.

Half of He Chao's body was broken, and he flew sideways like a sandbag. He was dead when he saw it.

Scar turned his head and saw the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the shotgun was filled with flashes of fire...

Scar subconsciously used his forearm to protect his head. With four times the damage bonus, his forearm was instantly severed and he wailed.

Without the cover of his forearm, Scar's head was exposed.

Deng Yun quickly squeezed out the cartridge case, raised the gun and aimed it at his head. After a moment of hesitation, he moved the muzzle downward and fired the second shot.

Scar's abdomen exploded, his intestines mixed with blood and flesh splashed out, exposing his bones. The huge impact made him fall back to the bottom.

The smoking bullet casing jumped out from under the barrel of the gun. Deng Yun walked up to Scar with the gun in hand. The power of this gun was unexpected and gave him a sense of security.

Scar's eyes were distracted, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded, and he seemed to have regained his consciousness.

"Scar, what's the name of the organization behind you?" Deng Yun asked. He didn't just shoot his head directly because he wanted to get information from Scar.

Scar struggled to raise his head and saw that his mutated body was in dire straits. He laughed loudly, but he soon choked on the blood and kept coughing. His eyes were filled with deep hatred.

He hates the organization that used him for experiments, he hates Deng Yun who brought him humiliation, he hates his mother who brought him into this world, and he hates everything around him. As long as he can destroy them, he can wait for short-term comfort.

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"Tianxia Group." With resentment, Scar slowly spit out these four words.

Deng Yun was shocked. He didn't expect the other party to name a household name. His father had been one of the employees.

The predecessor of Tianxia Group was a pharmaceutical company. They invented a drug to treat cancer and immediately became a world-famous company. Through continuous development, it became a behemoth. Behind this company are not only the support of various economic tycoons in the world, but also the world's largest companies.

Countries large and small provide support.

Why? Why would a company that invented life-saving drugs create such a world-destroying virus?

Along the way, I have met many people who are just like me, struggling to survive under the virus. They have families, relatives, and friends.

The honest and honest Master Zhang, the enthusiastic and sunny Mouse, the rescue team who risk their lives...

Why does Tianxia Group deprive others of their right to live?

"What is your purpose? Why do you want to spread this virus?" Deng Yun's voice was trembling because of his emotions.

Scar could no longer answer the question. His eyes turned red again, and the injured parts of his body began to squirm as his body repaired itself.

"Bang!"

The shotgun blasted Scar's head, and the bones and flesh on his body randomly stopped squirming, showing no signs of recovery.

"Experience value 120, product 1." The cold voice of the system sounded.

Deng Yun lowered his gun and lowered his head, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the shotgun fell from his hand, and he covered his head with both hands, his expression in pain. At this time, his mind seemed to be stirred by red-hot tongs, and the burning sensation made him want to destroy everything.

The brains falling on the ground were so tempting, he really wanted to lie down on the ground and eat these things.

He suppressed this desire and persisted for half a minute to finally get through the pain. He took a big breath and understood that the side effects of mind control are cumulative. As long as he doesn't eat his brain, the pain will become more and more painful until he has a mental breakdown.

No, you have to go find pig brains to eat. This is a pedestrian street and there should be a hotpot restaurant. Then go look inside to see if there are any pig brains to eat.

There was another product with a question mark in the system store, which also required 800 experience points. He changed a bottle of potion and drank it. The hidden injuries in his body slowly recovered. He found that the effect of the potion became worse. He wondered if his body had been strengthened.

The reason.

After resting for a few minutes, the movement of zombies was heard outside. After Scar died, the zombies gathered again.

He checked He Chao and found that half of his skull was sunken and he was completely dead. He didn't even have the chance to turn into a zombie.

I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it.

He shook his head, put the slingshot pistol on the ground back into his bag, and inserted the shotgun into his backpack, revealing a gun handle. He checked and found that the shotgun still had three bullets. He Chao's backpack had no extra bullets, but there was one inserted.

He threw the power bank's mobile phone into his bag.

Pick up some stones at random and put them into the side pocket of your backpack.

Zombies have rushed in outside the store, and Deng Yun was about to clean it up when he found that the zombies ignored him and all fell on Scar, eating heavily.

Deng Yun frowned slightly, glanced at the group of corpses, and then went to find a few men's clothes from the overturned shelves and stuffed them into his backpack.

The rain outside became lighter, so he eliminated a few zombies at the exit and walked into the rain.

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In the rain, Baixi Mountain looks like mist. From a distance, the forest farm detention center halfway up the mountain can be seen looming.

There were two men with guns standing at the door of the detention center, and two people were locked up inside the room, one was a dark-faced man, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing half-broken glasses and half-white temples.

Their hands were tied, their clothes were stained with mud, their bare arms had many wounds, and their faces were bruised. It looked like they had been beaten.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at the rain outside the window, his eyes full of worry. He lost his cell phone while escaping, and he didn't know what Deng Yun's situation was now. He wanted to use someone else's cell phone to contact him, but found that he didn't remember his son's cell phone number.

He was none other than Deng Xiangjie. The zombies broke out that night. Not only were they attacked, but there were also disguised rescue teams chasing him. He fled all the way to Baixi Mountain and was rescued by people from the forest farm detention center here.

That night he received a message from the teacher. This message was very important. He had to convey it to someone he trusted, and only that person understood the meaning of the message.

Information cannot be conveyed through the Internet. After the zombie outbreak, no official can be contacted. Someone obviously controls the Internet. Using this is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.

He hid in the mountains for a few days and felt that he could not wait any longer, so he implemented a plan that could pass on the information.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the house, and then the door opened, and a familiar figure came into view.
Chapter completed!