The dark tunnel is no longer a place where maintenance workers often appear. Because of the limited municipal funding, there is no longer a long time since the everlasting lights are left, giving those walking corpses a space to survive.

Dozens of men and women wandered in the sewage, wandering in this small space without any boring feeling.

They were ragged, but carefully looked at it, the Vietnamese Communist clothing accounted for most of the time, and three other female US medical soldiers were mixed in, and the white clothes were already stained with dark red and dry blood.

But at this time, whether it was the so-called thin Viet Cong monkey or the three medical soldiers who had always been called the battlefield angel, they all had a face like a dead tree bark and a pair of blood-filled eyes. They were not highly decayed or covered with corpse spots. Although they did exude a stinky smell, they were more like a group of mummies who died in the desert, rather than the "classic" images commonly found in film and television dramas.

Hearing the sound, they turned all the way, and then flew towards the god of death to the flames.

"Ao~!"

Solan punched out in the air, and a large amount of air was squeezed with high intensity, instantly turning into an unparalleled shock wave and blasting forward. The poor corpse was not even able to get close to it, and five pieces were torn apart in an instant. The abdominal cavity was crushed and then broken in the waist. The upper body turned into flesh mud, leaving only the head falling to the ground, and the limbs flew across it, but the undamaged head was still tenaciously opening and closing the mouthpiece, but it would not cause any damage. It was just waiting to be stepped on by debris.

The death of the companion did not make the followers' hearts palpitations at all, and they still shouted at the enemy. Unfortunately, they encountered not the civilian adventure group that accidentally entered the tiger's den, nor were they just a few terrified soldiers carrying guns. Whether it was a dozen or dozens, the long walking zombies rushed down the tunnel, and all they came to were death, death, death, and contemptuous laughter.

Solan grabbed the one that rushed to the front, but she was a beautiful medical soldier during her lifetime, but even though the water in her body evaporated, she could only expose her dirty yellow teeth like an old woman, but she could not hide her charm back then.

"drink!"

The zombies were thrown and turned at high speed like boomerangs, clearing all the space in front of them. There were a large number of enemy troops, and they were rushing towards the enemy together, but no one could stop the darts' advance. The layers of human walls were easily crushed by female medical soldiers, and the crazy charge came to an abrupt end.

"Ao~!"

Arya rushed out with a thrilling, sharp, but hard to hide her tender screams.

The little girl was a little funny. After receiving the call at home, she actually copied two thick-bone meat-cutting knives from the kitchen. At this time, she carried one with her left and right hands and charged forward like this!

"I'm still saying that, you're responsible for buying another one!"

Unlike Solan's clearance step by step, Arya directly got into the zombie group.

Like a butterfly flying among flowers, waving its wings, falling colorful pieces. The quality of kitchen utensils produced in Germany is amazing. Whether it is arms or cervical spine, whether it is open or broken belly, it even achieved a record of one knife and two lives, and at the same time it cuts two chests across and casts endlessly. Solan followed behind, and kept placing his mouth. After all, he was the kitchen utensils purchased by Ma Yi, a forensic doctor. This quality is really not a cover!

"Remember this brand, Amazon... By the way, I haven't changed the delivery address yet. It would be interesting if I delivered it to Gotham."

As the last zombie went up from the calf to the head, he was cut and split every half foot, and the war came to an end.

Arya had just finished her jumping state, her knees were slightly bent back to the water surface, and she held a kitchen knife in each of her left and right hands. When her flowing shoulder-length hair fell down, she was like a poor-quality thousand-layer cake being pushed, and the zombies were scattered in layers and pieces all over the ground.

"pretty!"

Solan clamped his hands: "It's very beautiful! It seems that I accidentally adopted a dangerous person. Are you a melee assassination stream? You are good at using your hands to cold weapons?"

Arya stood up, half of her leather boots were sank into the dirty water full of internal organs and blood. She looked back and gave her adoptive father a side face, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her scarlet eyes were still full of intimidation.

What a peerless master!

What a good look like waiting for you to praise me!

It’s time to touch your head and kill it in the next second!

Solan hummed and pointed at her boots: "You can't take these shoes anymore, but if you don't jump out of the stinky ditch, I won't even buy them for you, so I'll give them barefoot in the future!"

"Ahhh!"

Arya exclaimed, and her previous image suddenly disappeared. She rushed back to the sidewalk at the edge of the tunnel.

"Well, that's right."

My father, who had always stepped on the dry sidewalk, nodded with satisfaction, but his expression immediately became solemn again.

I never expected that the puppet master had accumulated so many zombies and hid them in the underground space of the Greater Seattle area. Of course, this garbage would not cause harm to him, but if he wanted to create a regional Resident Evil, with that guy's parasitic means, everything would be highly controllable!

The light in the tunnel was dim, but Solan still saw clearly.

The sewage is filled with dirt, and there are clusters of white nematodes floating on the surface. They are all alive and all come out of the body of the zombies. It can be imagined that if any zombie bites whoever, there will be bugs that penetrate the victim's body along the wound. In three hours, or nine hours, it will definitely not exceed forty-eight hours, and a slightly injured patient will be transformed into the next kind of person.

"At least this guy has a brain and knows to hide all the children. During the Vietnam War... he knows his basic age. So, it turns out that this guy has some origin. Although this group of garbage that has been kept forty or fifty years is still garbage, but..."

She was clenched with the sniffing stone in her fist, and the golden ribbon was still moving deep into the tunnel, and the color was always bright, proving that Shirley's life was still alright, even if she was in the nematode. So this is strange. Since she didn't even have the plan to transform, what was the reason why the bastard kidnapped her? He really felt that he had the ability to invite you into the trap?

Solan did not forget to glance at Arya.

Although there is only one enemy that has officially appeared, the situation is undoubtedly expanding, and now it involves people around him. The little girl is definitely an insider, but now she is present in the battle herself, which shows her attitude. She doesn't want to explain, but she will be responsible for any trouble. This practice of strictly abides by the principle of zombies' getting along with each other really means that Solan can't ask anything, and she can't vomit any pain, and can only vent her depression on the enemy.

A golden flame formed instantly and was thrown onto the remains of the zombies all over the ground.

The fire rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, all the evidence to be destroyed was covered!

"Let's go and continue chasing!"

...

It's pitch black here.

Shirley felt like she was lying on a rock, or any cold slab.

Her eyes were blindfolded, so she couldn't see the outside world, but she knew that the surroundings were quiet, at least not outdoors.

She could feel her limbs tied up, and her posture was very strange, with her arms raised and her legs upright, as if she was laying flat cross.

Was she tied up on a cross?

I couldn't feel it. At least she struggled many times, but she didn't feel the edges of the touch under her.

What is the situation?

"Is anyone?"

I don’t know how many times she shouted again: “No matter what you are, you are breaking the law now. You have to know that I am a policeman. The police are missing. The bureau will try its best to investigate quickly. You will definitely be arrested!”

Still no one paid attention to her, but Shirley certainly had to finish her words.

"I remember what happened just now. Those are zombies, right? Just like the common ones in the movies? I can guess your identity! You are Dr. Spencer, or Wisk? So Capcom is actually just a cover. Are you all real people?"

Still no one responded to her, but Shirley decided to continue talking nonsense. No matter what she said, it would be a victory to get the other party's reply.

"I tell you that my partner is very powerful! He will definitely come to save me! He told me that if I encounter danger, he will immediately ride the black dragon Nesario, the dignified Wings of Death, wearing the black armor of the Demon Lord Sauron, and holding the Frost Sorrel in his hand, and I promise you!"

Perhaps it was because of sincerity, and the metal and stone were opened, but it was even more likely that he was annoyed by endless nagging. In addition, there were too many nonsense this time, Shirley finally received a response from the outside world.

"Gugugu... It turns out you are Jaina Prodmore? Gugugu... I'm very good at being Arthas, dear Jaina, would you like to see the birth of Sylvanas?"

The very ugly sound and the specific meaning is a bit unclear, but Shirley finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had at least obtained a piece of information, no matter what its use was.
Chapter completed!