Chapter 4016: happy game

When people are old, the representative feature is the degeneration of the five senses, and the more obvious ones are vision and hearing.

When Old Mike, who was cleaning up the sign at the door, heard movement behind him, and looked back at the street, he saw a few zombies that looked like big dogs more than ten meters away.

The mouths of these living corpses were filled with blood and foam, and when they ran, they shook their heads, and if nothing else, at least they were full of nausea.

Especially since these zombies were humans not long ago, wearing human clothes, at least they looked like humans, and even some of them had Apple wireless earphones in their ears, and they were holding broken mobile phones in their hands.

But the more a monster looks like a person, the more frightening it is. This is called the Uncanny Valley Effect.

The old man had already been seized by fear. Although he had reacted, his limbs did not obey him at all, as if his body was short-circuited. All he could do was to have a look of fear on his face.

Only then did he realize the horror of zombies. Monsters are capable of killing people, but they are huge in size and do not intentionally kill humans. At most, they cause collateral damage when destroying buildings.

But zombies are different. Countless movies and TV series have shown this. They are aimed at the flesh and blood of human beings.

Old Mike slumped to the ground in despair, with his eyes wide open and his hands in front of him, but he only felt that he would die here.

But at this moment, the heads of the zombies who just jumped up and rushed in front of them blossomed, one after another, almost at the same time, all of them were killed on the spot.

The headless corpse fell on the still damp road and rolled to the feet of the old man. He kicked it away subconsciously, and quickly got up and got back into the bar. The electric rolling shutter door, leaning back against it and panting.

The adrenaline faded, and he felt the sound of gunshots echoing in his head. His vision gradually recovered, and he saw little Martha standing beside him with a smile on his face, holding a super exaggerated revolver in his hand, the muzzle still burning. Green smoke.

"Are you alright? Old man." The girl opened the magazine and reloaded the ammunition skillfully. One by one, the fiery shells tinkled and fell to the ground, as nice as her voice: "Although I am young and beautiful, slender and cute, But my marksmanship is good, right? Hahahahaha..."

I always thought it was weird. Old Mike thought that the person who fired the gun would be Thomas. After all, he had a military background and was a strong adult man...

But who would have guessed that the shooter was a teenage girl? Or with such a big gun?

As for his incomprehension, the man still sitting in front of the bar just raised his glass and nodded, as if seeing through what he was thinking, and said:

"Don't underestimate Masha, she is a gymnast champion and a sharpshooter. It's not a problem to deal with some wild dogs."

Harley can use a gun, but she rarely uses it, but even so, she still maintains the full record of firing at Batman.

You must know that this is a record that no dead shooter can achieve, because the professional killer relied on calculations to calculate speed, wind, distance, bullet falling and so on.

And in those respects, Batman is only going to be faster.

Harley is different with guns. She relies on the psychological analysis of mental patients. She can guess how Batman is going to dodge bullets, and shoots in advance to hit the dodging bat.

Of course, she also knows that ordinary armor-piercing bullets can't penetrate the bat armor, but the original intention is to play.

But today, she is so accurate in fighting mindless zombies, which is a bit unexpected by men. It seems that she does not rely entirely on 'psychological gunfighting', a combat skill that Su Ming made up to make fun of her. .

Covering his chest, the old man was still in shock and his face was pale. He stretched out his hand to support the bar and sat down slowly. It took a long time to breathe out evenly:

"I almost lost my life... Thank you, little girl."

"Hee hee, you're welcome, I'm a good girl, and I like to help others the most!" Masha looked like a little kid, reached out and patted the old man's shoulder: "Now that the zombies have entered the city, do you want to follow us? Fuck?"

"But, my bar..." Old Mike obviously didn't plan to leave, but thinking that he might be eaten by zombies, or turned into something like a zombie, he hesitated.

The TV in the bar flickered a few times, and then changed back to the live broadcast on Skull Island, but at this time it was showing the picture of the repairing outpost, and there was no mention of what happened to the previous pathfinder team.

"The way out of the city must be blocked. Those who were going out of the city before were either eaten or turned into zombies."

Thomas ate a tortilla and slapped the hot sauce on his fingers, still calmly saying:

"We're going to be a dead end if we want to drive out of the city at this time, but your bar has water and food, and there should be a generator in the underground wine cellar. Let's just stay in this shopping street for a while, look **** it. What is the President of the United States going to do next?"

Hearing that he didn't have to leave here for the time being, Old Mike nodded immediately. After all, at this time, it's safer to live in a group.

He seemed to regain his strength, stood up, walked around the bar, picked up the double-barreled shotgun, and stuffed bullets into his pocket:

"Okay, we'll just stay here and wait and see, and then reinforce the front and rear doors with furniture. I hope the **** president and the military can do something, although it's not very hopeful..."

Just like all simple Americans, he is always very skilled when he scolds the president.

"Can I go to the second floor?" Masha pointed upstairs with her little finger and asked the boss with a smile on her face: "I want to play with the zombies on the street from the window on the second floor, just like playing with balloons, pop! It's a blast, it's good-looking and fun, hee hee!"

"Won't the noise attract the attention of zombies? I'm watching a movie..." Old Mike was obviously worried.

But Thomas took out a silencer from his pocket and threw it to the girl, and magically took out two boxes of bullets for her, and made the decision for the bar owner, saying:

"Go upstairs and play. It's good to play balloons. It's clean and hygienic."

Stitching zombies infected with strange viruses not only hunt by hearing, they also have vision, smell, heat induction, and a certain degree of mental power induction. The last one is the effect of the perfect T virus. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Therefore, if an ordinary survivor is targeted by the stitched monsters, it is basically a dead end.

But now old Mike can't see the situation on the street. Those zombies are lining up to dance the silent rabbit dance outside the store under the control of the zombie queen mother. From the second floor, it should be a bit like a carnival. game of cork rifle hitting sizzling wild ducks.

They were meant for Harry to play with.

"What! I love you!"

Sending a kiss to the 'fake dad', raising her hand to grab the muffler and the bullet, the girl went straight through the small door behind the bar and up the wooden stairs, leaving only a gust of fragrance.

She used too much makeup, and it was too sweet to make people tired.

In response, Thomas just shook his head and smiled, then stood up and helped Old Mike carry the desk, chair and sofa to block the door. The two of them didn't forget to watch the news on TV while they were working.

But there doesn't seem to be any good news. So far, the U.S. government has remained silent about the sudden appearance of zombies, as if it were dumb and blind.

The old man and the man looked at each other and both shrugged and continued to work, because they both knew that this was the best way to deal with trouble in America—as long as I didn't talk or watch, the trouble wouldn't exist.

However, in the underground where no one has seen, the giant zombies are about to be merged. Once that kind of thing appears, people will immediately realize the fear when they see zombies.

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