Apocalyptic Red Alert

Wei Peng, half paralyzed on the ground, looked at Lin Lan's petite and determined back, his eyes trembling a little.

Waving the three-edged military dagger, Lin Lan's figure kept moving. At this time, Wei Peng noticed that there were several deep scars on Lin Lan's body.

Yes... Even if the level 6 zombie was half-crippled, how could Lin Lan fight against it?

If he couldn't break the skin's defense, what's the difference between this and fighting a tiger with bare hands? !

But even so, Lin Lan still used his body to block the two level 6 zombies and protected Wei Peng behind him.

Even with the addition of telekinetic weapons...the effect is not too great.

After all, Lin Lan is not Han Feng, and his telekinesis is not as strong as Han Feng. The enhanced version of the silver shuttle and silver wings can't penetrate the leather armor of the level 6 zombie at all.

That is, the blood needle is still a little useful, but the battle is fierce at this moment, and Lin Lan didn't even think about using the blood needle to seal the joints of the level 6 zombie.

"Bang! Bang!"

Lying on the ground, Han Feng felt two sniper bullets resist the zombies' attack.

"Help Lin Lan! Don't worry about me!"

With blood overflowing from his mouth, Han Feng shouted with his teeth bared.

"It's so touching..."

"Step"

The Holy Lord stepped on Han Feng's back with one foot, still mocking him.

"Telekinesis! Imprisonment!!!"

Han Feng roared on the ground.

"Buzz!"

With a ripple in the air, the nine level 6 zombies around him suddenly paused.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Feng supported himself with his arms and prepared to get up.

"Hum..."

As soon as he exerted force, Han Feng didn't get up... The foot on his back was like carrying half a mountain.

"Uh...Ah!!!"

Han Feng gritted his teeth, and his arms trembled with force!

And his hands, under full force, slowly entered the ground. →

After a few seconds, Han Feng finally straightened his chest.

"Ah!!!"

With one breath, Han Feng roared again and finally broke free from the oppression.

As soon as he stood up, Han Feng opened his right hand, and the mad knife rose up for no reason, striking accurately.

"Huh!"

The mad knife swung round, and chopped down the head of the sixth-level zombie possessed by the Holy Lord!

"Shua..."

From top to bottom, the zombie that was still in a trampling posture was cut in half.

"Roar!!"

After killing this zombie, Han Feng could no longer maintain the telekinesis confinement.

The other eight zombies that had unsealed the "seal" attacked Han Feng again with their fangs and claws.

"Ding! Ding!"

Subconsciously defending against the mad knife, Han Feng only felt dizzy in his brain...

Han Feng didn't know whether this dizziness was caused by lack of blood or lack of mental strength...

"Bang! Bang!"

Two sniper rifle sounds continued to be heard in the air.

"Report to Captain Han, the zombie tide is less than two kilometers away from the zinc mine, and the third-level zombies have launched the first wave of charge."

In the fierce battle, Han Feng remembered Luna's report in his mind.

"Looking for Brother Wang!"

Han Feng responded briefly between swinging his sword.

"Reporting to Captain Han, I have informed Wang Man a few hours ago. Wang Man is now leading the major teams to the front line."

"Hold on! Wait for me!"

After Cang hurriedly responded, Han Feng accelerated his offensive.

But... every time he raised his hand, Han Feng felt pain between his ribs.

He retreated dozens of meters and touched his right ribs with his left hand...

"Fuck..."

Feeling the soft touch between his ribs, Han Feng cursed inwardly.

I don't know how many ribs were broken.

"Lin Lan! Give me two telekinetic weapons!"

Without time to look back or wait, Han Feng used telekinesis to sweep away two silver shuttles from Lin Lan.

"Howl!"

With the entry of two silver shuttles, Han Feng used them to contain a level 6 zombie.

Gritting his teeth, Han Feng rushed in again with the dark red mad knife.

"Natasha! Shoot!"

Having not heard the sound of gunfire for a long time, Han Feng turned his head and looked at the top floor of the hospital, only to see the two of them "watching the show".

"No bullets! All gone!"

In his mind, Natasha responded.

"Didn't I make sniper bullets for you?!"

"Damn! No way?!!!"

Han Feng just finished speaking, and the next moment he also reacted... These sniper bullets might have been transported to the front line! Because no one went to the barracks to collect them...

There was no other way... Without long-range support, he could only fight quickly to help Lin Lan and Wei Peng.

But these level 6 zombies are very "ghostly"! As long as they see him attack, they will retreat, and the zombies in other directions will take the opportunity to attack.

In addition, the mad knife is a weapon with a wide range of movements, and is not suitable for quick defense and attack...

In this battle, Han Feng was extremely frustrated.

"Ding Ding..."

Suddenly, the sound of the silver shuttle and silver wings falling sounded not far away. With this crisp sound, Han Feng's heart sank...

Looking sideways...

Sure enough!

Lin Lan was pierced in the right shoulder by a level 6 zombie and was being hung up!

Looking at Lin Lan's drooping head, Han Feng panicked...

"Lin Lan!"

Han Feng quickly approached the two after shouting.

"Swish!"

With the power of the wind, Han Feng slashed from below and directly cut off the zombie's arm.

"Plop..."

Lin Lan and the arm stuck in his right shoulder fell together after losing their fulcrum.

"Someone! Someone help them back!"

Han Feng shouted as he blocked the zombies with a crosswalk.

"Trample, trample, trample..."

With an order, more than a dozen American soldiers rushed out of the hospital and dragged Lin Lan and Wei Peng back to the hospital.

"Luna, inject them with a quick recovery potion!"

"Okay Team Han, I understand."

After escorting the two of them into the hospital, Han Feng's eyebrows relaxed a little.

But facing ten level six zombies, Han Feng felt bitter in his heart...

After staggering a few steps, Han Feng realized that there were three deep wounds on his thigh.

"Report to the Korean team that Lin Lan needs surgery to remove the zombie limbs before injecting the gene-quick recovery potion."

"Do."

"Okay, Team Korea."

Just as he was talking like this, a small pool of blood dripped from Han Feng's feet.

"Xing Xing Xing..."

Holding the Crazy Saber, Han Feng's hands couldn't stop shaking, and the Crazy Saber made bursts of sound.

"Oh~ you can't hold on any longer?"

While laughing, the Holy Lord "possessed" another level six zombie.

"You can give it a try."

Han Feng said lightly, and then shouted, "Psychic power... activate!!!"

"Howl!"

"Zheng!!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

On the ground, these telepathic weapons that no one has taken over happened to be spotted by Han Feng!

For a moment, silver shuttle wings and blood needles were flying everywhere!

On the other side…

In the hospital's operating room, medical staff carried Lin Lan to the operating table.

Because Lin Lan fell into a coma at this time, he suffered a lot less unwarranted pain...

A sharp scalpel cut open Lin Lan's clothes and flesh, and after disinfecting it, the operation officially began.

Outside the hospital, Han Feng had the blessing of telepathy weapons, and his combat power had greatly increased.

Under the blood rage, Han Feng's mental power increased dramatically. This gives Yinshuo Silver Wings more room to play.

About twenty minutes later...

Han Feng walked into the hospital empty-handed and with blood spilling from many places on his body.

The red color representing blood rage in his eyes faded away, leaving behind weak but clear eyes.

"Blood……"

"Blood……"

Behind Han Feng, blood dripped all over the ground, drawing a bloody path.

In his mouth, Han Feng kept spitting out blood words.

A few seconds later, Han Feng was helped into the operating room by medical staff.

Lying on the operating table, the medical staff inserted four blood transfusion needles into Han Feng. By the way, two genes - quick recovery potions were also injected.

Holding on to his last bit of thought, Han Feng told himself that he couldn't sleep. Because the battle over the zinc mine has not yet been resolved.

The amount of blood transfusion was adjusted to the maximum, and Han Feng's body greedily sucked in the nourishment of blood.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the blood volume in Han Feng's body returned to normal.

Sitting up, Han Feng saw that most of the scars on his body had healed.