Chapter 296 Rescue

Such a weird posture made the hair on Jing Yimai's back stand up, and the friction on the loose cotton black vest flashed a small electric current.

How can this be so scary! !

If he had a few more hairs, he would be a living Kayako!

Jing Yimai gritted his teeth and forced himself not to retreat. When the zombies were about to approach, he grabbed a dry arm for self-defense, aimed at the blood hole, and stabbed it into the zombie's head, directly knocking out the crystal core.

The fishy smell was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, rushing towards him.

He took a small breath when he was caught off guard, and the indescribable stench rushed straight to the top of his head, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

He shook his head and pressed the edge of the mask hard.

The roar of the zombie tide sounded from all directions, like a high-speed rotating tornado, easily tearing everything apart.

The huge space was filled with tense and dangerous messages.

He did not linger any longer, and took two steps at a time, directly stepped down the multiple steps, and ran towards the old man's hiding place with his long legs.

Following closely behind were dense and chaotic footsteps, and there were also crashing sounds from high places, which made people's scalps numb just by listening to them.

The survivors in the "prison" looked at the zombies that had gone completely crazy and bumped into the iron fence from time to time, and squeezed into the crowd with despair and powerlessness, watching everything in chaos numbly.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Jing Yimai knocked on the iron cabinet door one after another, and said with some urgency: "Come out quickly!"

The originally smooth breathing inside stagnated, and asked tremblingly: "...Who?"

"Me, quickly!"

Jing Yimai looked out, and dense zombies swarmed down from the upstairs. Dozens of zombies jumped directly from the upstairs and smashed down from a height of dozens of meters, splashing a pool of debris.

There was not even a twitch, and he died directly for the second time.

Click.

The iron door opened, and the old man saw a familiar face. His heart, which had been tense all the time, finally relaxed. He was about to ask him if he was injured, but his face turned pale.

The two zombies with bared fangs and claws could not stop their speed and crashed into the wall. Even with their faces dented, they still rushed towards the two people.

Jing Yimai grabbed his arm, threw him behind his back, stretched out his foot and kicked the chest of the zombie that was about to pounce on him. The huge force of his foot kicked it out and flew several meters away.

He ran away with the person on his back.

The kicking footsteps instantly attracted the zombies that could not find their targets not far away. They rushed over in a black mass.

The degree of terror was so high that it was enough to make people have nightmares for a month.

The old man was so scared that he dared not say a word. He stared with horror at the purple fingers that were about to hook his neck.

Glancing back, behind him were all highly rotten zombies, as if they had just crawled out of the ground. Discolored bones could be vaguely seen from the overly black and rotten flesh.

Fortunately, there are no maggots...

The old man started to cry.

"...Child, hurry, hurry, run, we'll catch it."

It's not that he couldn't bear to die. He had lived for more than 60 years, but he hadn't found the girl yet, and he still had concerns in his heart. How could he face going to see his wife in the underworld?

Child, next time, next time, uncle will take the initiative to jump down...

Jing Yimai sped up after hearing this, wrapped the old man's legs around his waist, released crackling high-voltage currents with both hands, and threw a long fierce electric light behind him, which burned a group of zombies that were about to approach.

The beads of sweat on his forehead penetrated into his eyes during the ups and downs, bringing some stinging pain.

He closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw thirty or forty strong warriors holding superpower guns at the entrance of the gate, and the familiar badges were shining!

Troops? !

Jing Yimai suddenly felt relieved, and his legs were instantly filled with strength.

The soldiers also had bright eyes, looking at the sea of ​​zombies behind him, and their first reaction was excitement!

So many zombies!

So many crystal cores! !

The captain waved his hand sharply downward.

The next second, the soldiers strode forward, raised their guns with one hand, hooked their fingers, and fired fiercely at the zombies!

The overwhelming supernatural bullets swept out of the gun barrels like the wind, spinning at high speed in the air and easily piercing the zombies' heads like puncturing balloons.

The zombies surging like black waves seemed to pounce on the beach of death, falling down one after another.

Jing Yimai took the opportunity to carry the old man on his back and rushed out the door. Before he could calm down, he saw Boss Xia showing a look of astonishment.

She paused and introduced the tall man beside her:

"That's him, my informant."

Xia Yan smiled and raised his finger, "I was just about to go in to save you, but he came out safely. He is indeed a big shot in the lightning department. He is awesome. Xiao Jing, this is General Chu, who I told you about before, with super strength."

Jing Yimai put the old man down, took off his mask, and looked at the man next to him who was hard to ignore.

The other person had an upright posture, a strong aura, and a thick and powerful palm. When he spoke, he was calm but his voice was deep.

"Hello, I am Chu Wanfu."

...

An hour later, the deafening gunshots in the library finally ended.

No zombie could make an unpleasant roar anymore.

All the combat teams excitedly began to finish the work. How happy they were just now, how happy they were to collect crystal cores at this moment.

In the RV in front of the library, three people sat in a circle. The chrysanthemum tea on the coffee table in the middle had long lost its heat, just like the condensed atmosphere at the moment.

Xia Yan thought the unsweetened tea was too bitter and unpalatable, so he took a glass of orange juice from the car refrigerator and drank it slowly.

From time to time, her eyes fell on the two people's cautious and thoughtful faces.

The exchanged information was too explosive, and neither of them could digest it for a while.

At this time, she suddenly remembered the message sent by President Bin before.

"I have a message to tell you. 15 new people will be sent over in ten days, and they will meet at Pearl Hill Port at six in the morning."

"Are there more people coming?"

Jing Yimai frowned slightly, wondering if Uncle Liu's daughter was among them?

Chu Wanfu was still a hoodwinker, "Who is coming?"

Then his eyes passed over the front windshield and saw his men helping a group of rescued survivors out of the door.

But... those huge, shaky pregnant bellies...

Chu Wanfu's eyes gradually widened, revealing an unbelievable expression.

Xia Yan said: "It should be them, I heard they are called 'seed people'."

Jing Yimai turned his eyes when he heard the last two words and looked at the old man sitting in another car.

The latter looked decadent and dejected, his head leaning against the glass, staring at those bellies, wondering what he was thinking.

"Too abominable!" Chu Wanfu's chest was burning with rage, burning his eyes, "What kind of cruel organization is this?! They treat humans as animals! Trampling and slaughtering at will!"

He clenched his fists, his bones made a creaking sound, the veins on his neck were exposed, and the murderous aura of a veteran of the battlefield exploded out.

Xia Yan did not respond.

Jing Yimai was also quiet, but his eyes were also brewing with a huge hatred.