Chapter 132: Supernatural Hunter

Boom boom boom!

On the street full of zombies, a heavy truck with a bucket was madly killing its way through the blood. Behind it was an armored bus full of children, women and children, as well as several off-road vehicles and pickup trucks. As the convoy fled, the people in the vehicles kept shooting at the back with guns.

"They are following us!" The driver of the pickup truck shouted while looking at the rearview mirror.

"Damn it!" The team leader was a middle-aged man with blood on his forehead. He sat in the passenger seat of an off-road vehicle and looked at the tide of zombies coming in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are all these zombies surrounding us?"

"Rockets!!"

Shouted in the intercom.

As soon as the voice fell, a whistle sounded.

Whoosh! Boom!

An off-road vehicle behind was blown up, and the body of the vehicle was overturned by the impact of the flames. The people inside instantly turned into a ball of fire.

"Ajie! Li Qian!!"

The middle-aged man shouted in panic, but there was no response in the intercom.

"Fight them!"

His eyes were shining, and crimson scales appeared on his neck and face. His hands turned into Tyrannosaurus claws, and he opened the door and climbed onto the roof.

The other team members were furious, and more than a dozen guns fired at the dark convoy behind them.

A few hundred meters behind, three black trucks were painted with green graffiti, and behind them were more than a dozen armored vehicles of various types. The one who fired the rocket was a yellow-haired man with tattoos all over his face. In this doomsday, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, grinning wildly and holding a rocket launcher on the roof of the off-road vehicle. He looked at the car in front of him that was blown up and immediately looked excited.

"Hahaha, it's a hit," he said while patting the roof of the car, "Boss, let Luo Luo work harder and block them completely!"

The driver was a man with a short haircut in his early thirties, with a gloomy face. He was the boss of the four-man group, named Qiu Long.

With a smile on his face, he picked up the intercom and said lazily, "Slow down, slow down, we are entering Yubei City, don't make too many zombies to trigger a chain reaction."

"Boss, why are you still slowing down!?" Huang Mao was puzzled.

"You know shit." Qiu Long looked at the fleeing prey in front with a cold look, and said lightly: "It's not a good thing for someone to help us clear the road. They can't run away. The process of chasing prey is the most exciting."

"Hehehe, I understand."

In the leading truck, a fat man was driving. Next to him sat a punk-style purple-haired woman with lip studs. When she heard the words on the intercom, the enchanting green light in her eyes slowly weakened a little.

She glanced at the fat man and said, "Did you hear it? I told you to drive slower."

"Okay." The fat man pursed his lips, with a happy face on the surface, but a little anger flashed in his eyes.

If Lin were here now, he would definitely recognize this fat man. He was Zhou Lei, the team leader who shot Qian Yu in the North Bay outpost that night and then took the car and ran away. He looked honest and simple, but his eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

That night, he took the car and fled because a large number of monsters and corpses were attracted to the outpost, which allowed him to lead the team to escape by chance.

After originally seizing half of the Black Dragon Team's material convoy, together with his original subordinates, the team grew a lot on the way to escape, and also recruited a younger brother with strange limbs. The size was already medium, but halfway through, he encountered the looting of the Black Crow Four-Man Group, which directly swallowed up his team. In order to save his life, he could only kneel down and act like a dog, becoming the driver of car number one.

The purple-haired woman sitting next to him was Luo Luo, the third member of the Black Crow Four-Man Group. Zhou Lei had seen this woman's superpowers, which could be called a demon woman. She could actually incite some zombies to go berserk, thereby triggering a chain reaction to attack the target. It was simply crazy.

With the purple-haired woman's supernatural control, the zombies that were madly rushing towards the front convoy suddenly decreased a little, but because of the large-scale movement in the street, the zombies' frenzy had escaped her control, and the zombies chasing the two convoys were increasing.

Da Da Da! !

The battle became increasingly fierce, and the heavy truck ran over people's heads!

Qiu Long saw a supernatural person in the front car climb onto the roof and jump down at a very fast speed, running towards their convoy, and immediately smiled disdainfully.

"It turned out to be a beast form, and it hasn't evolved yet. What a waste of time."

He picked up the intercom: "Guo Laoer, I give it to you."

"Received!"

As soon as the voice fell, the passenger door of another truck opened, and a young man with long hair and a face that looked like he had eaten too much suddenly jumped out of the car. Just when others thought he would fall into the group of zombies, a pair of gray-black bird wings suddenly grew out of his back, and he spread out with a puff, and flew into the sky above the street at a very fast speed, and then rushed directly towards the middle-aged supernatural person in the red-scaled beast form.

"Grandpa is here to teach you a lesson!" He screamed strangely, and with a fierce wind, he was extremely fast. The middle-aged supernatural being who was rushing saw someone rushing over, and immediately got angry, stomped his feet and raised his claws to tear at the birdman!

Woo!

The huge force cut through the air, but who knew that Guo Laoer with gray bird wings did not dodge or avoid, and blocked his full-strength claw with one punch.

Smash!

A spark flashed, and the middle-aged man was shocked. He felt as if his claws were knocking on a piece of metal. He took a closer look and found that the right hand of the person in front of him actually had a metallic luster and parts and joints.

"Mechanical prosthesis?!"

"Unbearable!" The birdman sneered, and rushed in directly with his backhand, grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, and then spread his wings, carrying him in the wind and flying over the street.

"Ahhh!!!!"

The middle-aged man struggled violently, his whole body gradually covered with scales, and he began to transform into a beast. One hand grabbed the mechanical prosthesis of the birdman, and the other hand went to the opponent's abdomen.

Guo Laoer obviously would not give him such an opportunity. He loosened his hand halfway through the flight and threw him down in mid-air.

Bang!

Before landing, the whole person was hit head-on by the truck rushing from behind.

"Oh!!!!"

This bloody scene attracted the shouts of the purple-haired woman and a group of younger brothers. The middle-aged superpower man didn't even fight back, and was hit into a store on the street by the huge impact force. His life and death were unknown.

Guo Laoer, who was flying in the air, looked at this scene with a grim smile on his face: "It can be regarded as a beast form. I don't know if it can evolve my superpowers. Who cares, try a few more. I don't believe I can't find a suitable one..."

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to dive down, he suddenly found something and looked into the distance.

On a large track a few streets away, a fully armed train was speeding, followed by dozens of cars.

Guo Laoer's eyes turned cold immediately and he took out a walkie-talkie

"Boss, guess what, we seem to have met an acquaintance, the train that stopped at Quguan that day."

In the off-road vehicle, Qiu Long's expression changed when he heard the words in the walkie-talkie

"Oh, what a coincidence..."

"Boss!" Huangmao sat back in the car with an unhappy face: "Last time, so many fat fish ran away because of that guy named Jiang Yun, we have to avenge this!"

"Nonsense, who do you think I am."

Qiu Long sneered and picked up the walkie-talkie "Lolo, let the zombies break up the convoy, everyone turn in front..."

"Pull the car over!"

New book asks for monthly tickets, brothers, get in the car and rush!