Apocalyptic Red Alert

"What did you do to me?!"

Slowing down his attack, Han Feng stood in place, raised his knife, pointed at the level 7 zombie and continued, "Tell me! Why is this happening!"

"Hahaha~ Why? Go ask the queen~" Looking at Han Feng, the level 7 zombie laughed with his one arm holding his stomach. ♦♦  ♦♦

"Don't ask~ I won't tell you even if you ask me." Making a gesture of silence, the level 7 zombie grinned and continued, "When there is a chance, go ask the queen, she may tell you the answer to all this."

"Okay~ I won't play with you anymore. I was bored and asked you to play blindly, but I didn't expect..." As he spoke, the level 7 zombie looked at his missing right arm, shook his head with a bitter face...

"Let's go~"

After saying this briskly, the level 7 zombies jumped up and left the building materials city and Han Feng's sight...

Holding the knife, Han Feng just stood there, without any intention of chasing.

"Puff... Er..."

When the level 7 zombie completely left his sight, Han Feng suddenly gushed out a mouthful of blood!

"Wow..."

Blood fell to the ground, and ink splashed into a painting...

Holding the mad knife, Han Feng covered his chest with his free hand and said to himself, "What a strong force..."

It was the three hasty punches from the level 7 zombie that caused Han Feng to be injured...So, even if he saw the level 7 zombie escaping, Han Feng did not dare to chase it rashly...Let alone whether he could catch up with it, even if he really intercepted it, whether he could beat it was another matter.

In the final analysis, Han Feng still didn't know his own strength, nor did he know the depth of the level 7 zombie...

That's right, he had been pressed to the ground by the level 7 zombie before. It was not easy to get a very strong power increase...but I didn't know how strong it was, and I just wanted to seek revenge...

Keeping the blood rage open, Han Feng slowed down for dozens of seconds. →

After getting up, Han Feng looked around and finally saw a steel block in his sight.

"Bang! Chi..."

Raising his legs and walking towards the iron block, Han Feng gently turned his wrist and punched out!

The heavy punch made the iron block tremble suddenly! Instantly, he flew backwards several meters along the ground!

"Bang..."

The iron pier was stopped by the wall behind him.

"Ta ta..."

Lifting his legs and walking to the iron pier deeply embedded in the wall, Han Feng watched intently...

A few seconds later, Han Feng released his blood rage.

Putting down the mad knife, Han Feng aimed at the iron pier and turned his wrist again.

"Bang! Bang!!!"

Another full-strength punch!

With this punch, the wall, which had already cracked, could no longer withstand such a heavy blow and collapsed!

"Puff puff..."

In the dust everywhere, Han Feng waved his hands to fan the air...

When the dust was almost dispersed, Han Feng jumped onto the ruins.

From the broken bricks and tiles, Han Feng dug out the deformed iron pier.

Sitting on the ground regardless of anything, Han Feng looked at the iron pier and examined it...

The fist mark on the left was about ten centimeters deep, and it was hit by himself in a state of blood rage.

The fist print on the right is slightly inferior to the left one, but... it's almost the same! It was punched out by himself in normal state.

Looking at the two almost identical fist prints, Han Feng frowned and began to ponder...

From the known information... Blood Rage seems to have been "weakened".

Or... it is possible that the physical strength has increased, making Blood Rage "ineffective".

After thinking for a while, Han Feng, who had no clue, decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

Standing up and looking around, there are many steel materials in the building materials store. There are too many metal materials such as copper and aluminum to count...

"Luna, make up for the Red Alert soldiers from the past few days. Once the summons are completed, bring all the semi-trailers to transport the goods immediately!"

Han Feng knows the truth of the four words "no time to lose".

Now, not only the zombies are injured, but even the seventh-level zombies have broken their arms and "escaped".

At this time, it is the "auspicious day" to come to "collect" various materials!

"Report to Captain Han, to complete the establishment of Red Alert soldiers, a total of ..."

"Confirm the call." Han Feng continued, "Be quick, let the police dog speed up the patrol! I'm on the way, if there is any change, I will rush to help as soon as possible!"

"Okay, Captain Han, I got it."

After Luna said that, Han Feng turned and left the ruins, walked to the baseball cap on the ground next to the car...

Putting on the hat, Han Feng looked at his slightly dirty clothes...

"Luna, find me some water."

Anyway, there is plenty of time now, so it's better to take care of yourself a little. As he spoke, Han Feng walked to the trunk and decided to "try his luck".

Not to mention, in the trunk, Han Feng actually found a set of training clothes and a set of sportswear. Judging from the style and size...it should be Bo Lao's clothes.

"Report to Captain Han, there is water in the basement at 24 meters away at 3 o'clock, and you can wash it."

When Han Feng decided which set of clothes to wear, Luna's scan results came out.

"Okay."

Han Feng responded by grabbing his sportswear and turning to leave.

"Pah..."

Just as he was about to close the trunk door, a small box suddenly fell out of his sportswear.

Han Feng picked up the small box and found that it was a box of medicine.

Just when he was about to throw it back into the car, Han Feng accidentally glanced at the words on the medicine box...

After seeing that it was a box of aphrodisiac "Viagra", Han Feng noticed the "sex toys" in the car that he had just ignored...

"Damn...this old guy still uses this thing?! Bah...it's so unlucky!!"

Spitting, Han Feng quickly threw the medicine in his hand into the car, as if... this was something thorny.

"Bang!"

After shutting the trunk heavily, Han Feng turned around and rushed to the "water source" to clean his own dirt.

In a seemingly ordinary shop, Han Feng found the entrance to the basement.

"Swish..."

After using telekinesis to open the iron door of the basement, a musty and pungent feeling came towards him...

"..."

Wrinkling his nose, Han Feng took a few steps back and said, "Luna, open the God's vision."

"Okay, Captain Han, the God's vision is being turned on, please wait..."

"Buzz..."

The next moment after Luna finished speaking, Han Feng's other vision opened up in the basement...

With the advent of vision, Han Feng saw the environment inside the basement with the help of a little light in the passage...

In this space of less than ten square meters, two folding beds first came into view.

Next to the folding bed, on the "hill" of various food packaging bags, a highly decomposed corpse lay quietly.

According to visual observation, Han Feng saw a huge wound on the neck of the corpse. Obviously... this person did not mutate into a zombie. And the huge knife wound on the neck could not be suicide...

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Looking at this disgusting scene, Han Feng tsk tsk a few times.

Turning the God's vision, Han Feng found several bottles of mineral water stacked in the corner of the deep space. And... an axe stained with black dried blood.

Obviously, this is a murder scene... But Han Feng is not in the mood to care about such trivial matters at this time.

Driven by telekinesis, bottles of water floated out from the basement one by one.

Covering his mouth and nose, Han Feng left the store with several bottles of mineral water.

When he came to the outside world, Han Feng subconsciously looked around... When he confirmed that there was no one, Han Feng quickly took off his clothes.

"Whisper! Whoosh... Pop, pop, pop..."

A water float was placed above his head, and a silver wing quietly emerged, instantly cutting the mineral water in half.

"Wow..."

Taking advantage of the surging water, Han Feng quickly washed himself.

Two minutes later, Han Feng had finished and put on his somewhat ill-fitting clothes.

Feeling the coolness all over his body, Han Feng took out a cigarette,