End of the world: Start with many children and good fortune, plunder talents!

The door was opened, and the door was opened.

"Fuck you, Liu Ruyan, you stinky bitch, open the door for me!"

"I paid for the room!"

"Open the door, open the door!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Stinky bitch, open the door..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Open the door...hiss...ah...ah..."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!!!"

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

The sound of banging the door, from the initial fierceness, slowly became slow.

Huang Shao's cursing voice gradually turned into a vague and meaningless pronunciation.

Among them, there was also a chewing sound that made people's teeth ache.

I don't know how long it took.

It was finally quiet outside.

Liu Ruyan's heart sank, and she slowly got up from the ground and looked out through the cat's eye.

"Ahhhhh!"

The scene in front of her frightened Liu Ruyan so much that she took several steps back, and a sound of fear came out of her throat.

But when she realized that something was wrong and covered her mouth with her hands.

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

A rhythmic collision sound had already been heard on the door.

Outside the door, Huang Shao, whose half of his head had been bitten off and only one eyeball was left, and which was still drooping from his eye socket, dragged his broken body and kept hitting the door.

"Ru, Ruyan..."

From his vocal cords that had been bitten to pieces, the syllables of these words could be vaguely distinguished.

Liu Ruyan was full of fear, kneeling on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

...

The Imperial Hotel has a total of 21 floors.

Lin Feng killed from the top floor to the lobby on the first floor, and almost cleared all the zombies in the hotel. In the end, he only got 52 fighting points.

There was nothing he could do about it. The fighting points were calculated based on the fighting spirit generated by Lin Feng during the battle.

At the beginning, killing an ordinary zombie would get 1 fighting point.

But later, there was only 0.1 point left.

Too weak enemies could not arouse Lin Feng's fighting spirit again.

He needed stronger enemies.

But now it is only a dozen minutes away from the outbreak of the apocalypse, and it is impossible for zombie kings or more powerful beings to appear.

It will take three days for the spores to spread over a large enough range, and ordinary zombies will merge and evolve with each other. Only then will zombie kings with certain wisdom and the ability to command the zombie group be born one after another.

As for the [ranked zombie king] with flesh wings on its back and special abilities, it will hatch on the "day of cocooning" three months later.

Before that, there are more small Karami like ordinary zombies.

Lin Feng sighed and pressed the elevator button.

Anyway, there was no way to quickly gain combat points, so there was no point in continuing to eliminate these zombies.

21st floor, presidential suite.

The corridor on this floor had become quiet. Except for some corpses piled on the ground, there was nothing else worth noting.

Lin Feng came to the room and opened the door. At this moment, a bullet flew past his cheek and hit the wall on the other side of the hotel.

The high temperature of the bullet rotating at high speed burned Lin Feng's cheek.

Before he could react, another bullet was shot again.

Bang!

Lin Feng quickly used the sofa as a cover and hid behind the sofa. He took a deep breath, but found that there was no figure here.

What is the matter with this gunman?

Is it Wen Shanshan?

It shouldn't be.

In the previous life, Wen Shanshan awakened the SSS-level talent, unlimited firepower.

The owner of this talent can remove the firepower restrictions of any firearms, even artillery vehicles and tanks, and fire unlimited ammunition with doubled power.

Once the talent is activated, the dense firepower is enough to destroy everything!

Although this gunman's shooting skills are very sharp, he is a different style from Wen Shanshan.

Otherwise, the unlimited ammunition alone would be enough to make Lin Feng drink a pot.

"Dian Dian, where are you?"

Although he did not see Diandian, after entering the suite, Lin Feng established a spiritual connection with Diandian.

Obviously Diandian is not far away.

"Master, not long after you left, an awakened person appeared among this group of gun-wielding humans, but he was soon bitten by zombies and infected..."

"I can't protect the three hostesses at the same time, so I took them to the air and waited for the master to return."

Awakened, infected?

After listening to this, Lin Feng was also a little surprised. Although this situation

It's rare, but it's not uncommon.

Generally, the awakened ones who are infected can be called fusion ones.

After they become zombies, in addition to retaining the instincts of creatures and greatly improving their physical fitness, they can also use their innate abilities, which makes them more difficult to deal with.

"Master, you have to be careful. The talent of this zombie should be related to the ability of "aiming". As long as the breath is marked by it, the bullet is like having eyes, and it is scary accurate."

Diandian reminded.

Lin Feng nodded, and through a mirror, he finally saw the enemy's appearance clearly.

This is a special forces member covered in blood, with only his eye sockets left in his eyes. He is holding a submachine gun in his hand and is slowly approaching him.

Fusion?

This sense of oppression is stronger than some zombie kings.

Lin Feng's chest instantly surged with a fighting spirit.

Fight!

The next moment, Lin Feng rushed out from behind the sofa as fast as the wind. At this time, the fusionist just reacted and skillfully picked up the submachine gun in his hand and loaded it with a click.

Boom!

Lin Feng was even faster. He raised his leg and kicked the fusionist's arm. Both arms were torn apart at the root, and the gun was kicked into the air together.

Blood gushed out from the root of the arm, but the fusionist seemed to feel no pain, just froze in place.

He seemed to be still thinking, where did his arm and gun go?

Lin Feng did not give him too much time to think.

A fist as hard as steel suddenly hit his head.

Like a big watermelon thrown from a high altitude, the fusionist's head exploded instantly.

The red and white things inside were sprayed everywhere.

Lin Feng frowned in disdain.

It seems that he can't live in a good presidential suite.

"Ding, detected that the awakener is full of fighting spirit, kill a non-level fusion, get 5 fighting spirit points, current balance: 57 fighting spirit points."

In his mind, the talent prompt sound rang.

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He thought that killing a fusion would at least get 10 fighting spirit points.

In the end, it was 50% off.

This is not anyone's fault.

The main reason is that he is too strong. Enemies of this level can't inspire much fighting spirit in him.

So, is it necessary to deliberately cultivate some enemies?

Lin Feng stood in front of the broken French window, overlooking the Jiangning University campus full of flames and black smoke, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a dangerous smile.