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In this world, the walking dead are the main tone.

When the two people walked to the center of the traffic one after another, suddenly, Mori stopped and motioned for Kirk to squat down.

Kirk then hid under an SUV.

Through the wheels of the car, he could faintly see a pair of feet moving in front of him.

Yes, the feet are moving "swishingly" on the ground. The owner of the feet seems to be suffering from congenital polio and crotch legs. The legs can only mechanically execute the owner's forward movement, but cannot bend flexibly.

"Walker!" Kirk's heart tightened. He was familiar with this thing in American TV series. Seeing it for the first time in real life, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He watched "The Walking Dead" all in one go, and the general plot was very clear. The United States and even the whole world were infected by a large-scale biochemical virus of unknown origin, and more than half of the world's population died. What's worse is that many of the dead people are standing again.

The protagonist Rick is a policeman in a suburban county near Atlanta. He was injured when he arrested a prisoner. When he woke up in the hospital, it was already a hell on earth. He escaped, fought fiercely all the way, and found the prisoner after all the hardships.

The wife, son and a group of companions fled all the way, seeking a safe haven. People kept dying, and people kept joining. Everyone was struggling to survive. It is a very difficult and tangled story, with ups and downs, and fascinating.

As for the big white man next to Kirk now, he has always appeared in the play as a troublemaker. He has been a soldier and fought in wars, but he is a racist and egoist. In the first episode

Ji was locked on the rooftop by the protagonist because of his discrimination against black TDOG, surrounded by walking corpses, and was on the verge of desperation. Morrie was also a ruthless person. He was ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself. In order to survive, he saw off his right hand and gritted his teeth to escape.

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Kirk has always felt that he can't get along with such a person. He hated him in the TV series, and now he hates and fears him even more. But if he thinks about it carefully, Irina arranged for Mo Li to save him, and the following plot will naturally follow Mo Li.

Fortunately, although Mori has a bad temper, his personal combat power is relatively strong, otherwise he would not be able to live for so long. I have to find opportunities to learn more moves from Mori, otherwise I will not be able to protect myself and will be in danger.

Fast.

While Kirk was thinking wildly, he accidentally saw the rotting black feet of the walking corpse beginning to move towards him, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Looking around, he didn't find Mori's shadow.

"Hey, idiot, under the car" a deep voice said.

Kirk took a closer look and saw that Morrie had already slipped under the SUV and was glaring at him with an angry face. He believed that if he hadn't been afraid of disturbing the zombies, he would have started to curse.

Kirk was ashamed and slipped in.

Morrie grabbed his collar: "Boy, let's make this clear. If you get distracted next time, the zombies here can taste new Asian food, banana pie, yellow skin, right? And I, want to

I'm not afraid that your blood will attract more of that stuff, so I won't remind you, understand?"

Kirk didn't bother to refute the racist's remarks and quickly nodded to express his acceptance.

The owner of the feet walked back and forth beside the SUV. After a while, more rotten and swollen feet came from a distance.

A low groan sounded in my ears, and a large group of zombies passed by and marched.

For some reason, Kirk actually remembered the "death march" in which the Indians were driven away at the gunpoint of the white colonists, dying as they walked.

There is only the rustling sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground, like a swarm of deadly locusts passing through, leaving no life behind.

Morrie's expression was as usual, but a little gloomy. He spat out a mouthful of phlegm, took off the bayonet protective sheath on his right hand, and began to observe the surroundings carefully.

Kirk noticed Morrie's eyes, which were always looking at the roof of another large bus. He was obviously calculating his escape route if he was discovered.

This is the difference between a rookie and a veteran. As a young man, he is lamenting the helplessness of life, while he is calmly thinking about how to survive.

No, it’s not okay to continue like this. You have to learn.

Morrie obviously noticed that Kirk was looking around. He grinned and lowered his voice and said, "Boy, what are you looking at?"

"The escape route, the roof of the car, where to jump."

"Then you will die ten thousand times and be eaten until no bones are left."

"Then what are you looking at?"

"Look at the crow, boy, the crow!"

"What's so good about crows?"

"Crows only eat dead bodies, but crows also eat walking corpses. Where there are walking corpses, there are no such smart birds, so..."

"There won't be many zombies where the crows are circling! You should escape there!" Kirk suddenly realized.

"Well, besides that, there's the last issue of Playboy on the back window of that big car. I wonder what the big-ass girl on the cover will look like when she turns into a zombie."

Kirk was completely speechless. Morrie's imagination was so powerful and his taste was so strong that even the walking dead wanted to fuck him.

The two of them waited quietly for the army of zombies to pass by.

Watching the zombie army passing by, Kirk gradually relaxed his mood. In another three to five minutes, these stinky guys would have passed by.

However, there are always buts in everything.

A man suddenly rushed out of a car not far away, shouting "You bastard, get out of here!" and so on.

"**!" Morrie fiercely pierced the sharp thorn in his right hand into the soil.

Kirk also became nervous. Obviously, variables had appeared. I wonder if it was the intentional arrangement of the space.

Sure enough, the man stumbled towards them. The zombies swarmed behind him.

Suddenly, an ordinary corpse lying beside the car suddenly moved. When the man ran past it, it suddenly opened its big mouth and bit the man's calf.

The man screamed loudly, shaking his legs and kicking desperately, trying to shake off the zombie's bite.

Now even Kirk, a super rookie, knows that the man is finished.

The man fell to the ground, dust was flying. He screamed loudly and made a final struggle.

Kirk let out a sigh of relief. The place where the man fell was at least twenty meters away from them. The walkers were busy eating this man, so they could take the opportunity to slip away. Although Kirk soon felt ashamed of his thoughts.

After all, he is a human being, a member of his own race, and the things that pounce on him can only be described as "they". They are no longer human.

But now that he is just an ordinary person, he can't help him, so he can only let him be killed by the walking zombies.

However, at the moment of life and death for this man, the small universe exploded!

He stomped the head of the zombie biting his calf to pieces, gritted his teeth, climbed up, and continued running towards here!

The zombies naturally followed.

The man's eyes were quite good, and he actually met Kirk who was hiding under the car and watching coldly.

Kirk's heart tightened. After the man was bitten, he was destined to die, or in other words, he was destined to exist in other life forms. Now his choice is...

The man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Help! Help!"

"Damn it!" Kirk roared angrily. This man who was destined to die actually dragged two of himself into the water to be buried with him before he died. His conscience was greatly damaged!

The walkers have followed the man to see Kirk and the others, and they can no longer hide here.

Kirk climbed out of the car as quickly as possible, and then ran towards the place where the crows he had just seen gathered.

Then, he heard the gunshot and looked back. Moli took back a Bushmaster Armpistol expressionlessly and ran towards him. Behind Moli, the man was limping while holding his gunshot wound.

He limped behind and was soon overtaken by the swarming zombies, who knocked him down and bit him. The man's throat was torn open and he could no longer make miserable screams. He could only faintly hear the sound in his throat.

There was a bloody "hehe" sound. Maybe he was calling, maybe he was laughing, and finally there were two more companions on the road to hell.

None of this matters anymore. What matters is that the zombies have discovered them now.

Mo Li's shooting gave the walking zombies an extra feast of delicious meat, which distracted a lot of their attention. But after all, there were still many walking zombies that couldn't squeeze in, so they chased after the two of them tremblingly!

Kirk ran after Mo Li. According to his many years of experience watching zombie dramas and games, the general truth is that as long as you are surrounded by zombies, even if you are super powerful, holding the Heavenly Sword, holding the Dragon Slaying Knife, and shoulder

Carrying a rocket launcher would inevitably lead to death, and he didn't want to die here.

However, the worst thing about Kirk is that he is an otaku who is very theoretical and lacks exercise.

Although the zombies are very slow, Kirk is not much faster. After being fully strengthened by 50% in the trial field, Kirk's agility has reached its historical peak, a full 4 points of agility! (Kirk shouted

: I have practiced long-distance running for a month after all!) And according to the visual inspection of the zombies, it should be between 3 and 4 o'clock. This is really a well-matched kite flying competition. (Kirk shouted: Being kited by a zombie will be my lifelong shame.

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Calculating it this way, Kirk actually has a better chance of winning in this race.

However, everyone on earth knows that racing against the walking zombies is definitely a long-distance endurance race. The walking zombies have no physical strength, so they can keep running until their joints are worn out and can no longer run. Kirk is a otaku who usually does not exercise much and adds

I was nervous, and I felt out of breath after running for a while. It is said that in space, the contractor's body has been digitized, and he can maintain a constant speed for a long time without getting tired. But Kirk, a newbie, cannot adapt to this body, so he fails to run.

Decline first.

Moli, who was running in front, turned around, and Kirk's heart tightened. He was really worried that this murderous man would repeat the good show of beating the man just now, shoot himself, and then leave himself behind to attract the zombies. He himself dodged first.

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Mo Li raised the serpent with a grin, and pointed the metal muzzle at Kirk, who was panting.

"No way. Just after entering the space, I was betrayed by the only plot character I saw and eaten alive by the zombies? Is there such a bad protagonist?" Kirk secretly shouted.

"Bump!" There was a deafening gunshot.

Kirk closed his eyes tightly, and a zombie that had rushed to him suddenly stopped. His head exploded like a bursting watermelon. Black brain fragments, brown blood mixed with pale brain paste covered Kirk's face.

Ke spat it out with a "wow" sound.

Fortunately, he still knew that life and death were on the line, so he gritted his teeth and continued to run.

Mo Li continued to shoot, hitting seven heads with seven shots, which was very accurate.

Then he continued to run away.

However, now due to the huge gunshot, all the zombies have been alerted, and they are surrounding them from all directions. The two people have been deeply surrounded.

Kirk watched in despair as the only gap in front was gradually filled in by walking zombies. Although the number was small, once they were entangled or bitten, they would not be able to escape.

"Stop, go on!" Mo Li threw the snake over. Kirk responded alertly, and then he didn't catch the gun in shame and quickly picked it up from the ground.

"You idiot! Now I'm going to try and see if I can light this car on fire, which will decide whether we two spend the night in sleeping bags or in the stomachs of these things! You come to cover me, you understand shooting?

?" Mo Li yelled. He opened the door of a red Maserati sports car, got in, opened the pedal, pulled out two wires and started the car theft business.

"How to open the safety catch?" Kirk was so ashamed that he was a young man in the 21st century and didn't even know this.

"It's already open, asshole! Don't aim at me! Aim at the zombies! Aim lower, this gun has strong recoil, raise the muzzle high. Shoot!"

Kirk fired for the first time in his life. Bushmaster was a large submachine pistol and was very heavy. He tried hard to clasp his hands back and forth, recalling the shooting skills in "Modern Combat 6", then aimed at the head of the nearest walking corpse and bit it.

Shoot the first bullet!

The zombies seemed to be frightened by the huge gunfire and stopped.

Then, nothing happened. The bullet shattered a car window and the anti-theft system started beeping loudly.

"Well done!" Mo Li laughed and said, "There is no doubt that we will all be killed by you."

"Shut up!" With the venomous snake in his hand, Kirk became more confident. When he fired the gun just now, the recoil shook his wrist so hard that he almost broke it. So he stopped aiming and aimed at the walking zombie who was farthest ahead.

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This time, his jaw cracked open and blood flowed out. His wrists were red and swollen, and he grimaced in pain. The result of the battle was not even confirmed.

However, he clearly heard the cold voice of space:

"Contractor No. 4444 killed 1 ordinary zombie. Since the weapon was borrowed by a plot character, the reward was revised and 1 survival point was awarded. A space broadcast reminder will be given for the first kill. Please check the battle record for specific details of subsequent battles.

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"The title "Walking Dead Hunter" has been opened, and the current progress is 1/100. Please check the space for specific details of the title. Just recite the question silently when querying, and you will get the answer if you have the authority."

Kirk didn't bother to check the problem, endured the severe pain, pointed the gun at the other zombie, and then fired.

He already knows how powerful his powerful and comprehensive attributes are, so he no longer places hope on his poor headshot rate. Playing cool can only seek death. With a gun like the Bushmaster, the only way to hit it is to hit it.

He's a scumbag if he's hit by a corpse.

Therefore, he took aim at the zombie's body, but this time he hit it crookedly, hitting the zombie's big head, and then the watermelon burst and brains splattered.

Kirk didn't even care about the pain, he followed the same pattern and shot again.

This time, another piece of car side glass was damaged. However, Kirk believed that neither the car owner nor the insurance company would care about it, and no one would seek compensation from him.

58 seconds later, Kirk fired all 30 bullets in the pistol. His hands were already covered in blood and he lost consciousness. However, he also killed 17 zombies and gained 17 survival points. It seems that there are still more

A white key automatically fell into his imprint space.

But the zombies are getting bigger and bigger, and the inner and outer layers are filled with darkness. Kirk, who has not received any training, has a shooting hit rate of over 50%. This is not because he has a pig's foot template, or plays a lot of games, or has shooting talent.

The reason for overtaking people is that there are too many zombies and they are too close. As long as you don't hit too high, you can basically hit them casually with your eyes closed.

"I can't survive. I'm not recovered yet?" Kirk yelled.

At this time, the car made a roar of motor. Kirk reacted quickly and quickly got into the car without waiting for any greeting. Then, Maserati's powerful engine roared and pushed the sports car to accelerate rapidly, reaching a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in a few seconds.

Like a bowling ball rushing into a pile of bottles, it knocked the zombies flying in all directions, broke out of the encirclement, and rode away.