Chapter 280 Crisis 3

Green sat down tiredly, and the chair was the body of a butcher. The butcher had a blood stain from his left shoulder, which broke the chain, skin and bone tissue that the butcher casually put on his body until it came to the edge of his right waist before it stopped. In order to make such a big meal for the butcher, the edge of Green's machete rolled and cracked into a pair of scrap iron.

Now, the two machetes have completed their mission and lie quietly on the ground not far away.

Green sat down and looked at the body of another butcher next to him. He nodded with satisfaction. After the machete was rolled, the rest of the butcher was killed by him with brute force. The butcher's chest almost disappeared, and the rest was an empty blood hole. On the ground of the corpse, blood, minced meat, bones and organs splashed on the ground, becoming a very special scenery.

But Green didn't pay the price for killing these two butchers. On the contrary, the price is still high.

First of all, a deep gap fell from his right shoulder and slanted to his chest, which made Green's right hand hang weakly. That was thanks to one of the axe-wield butchers, but now the butcher has become Green's seat. In the almost crazy tearing, Green cuts into each other. But with hatred and slightly superior power, he cut into the butcher's body with one knife, and another knife expanded the injury and directly killed the troll.

Secondly, Green's other serious injury was a completely collapsed chest. Green still remembers that when another butcher took the opportunity to hit his chest with a war hammer, he felt like being hit by a truck. But with his only left hand, Green shot the butcher to death with an iron fist.

After doing all this, Green knew that he was not far from death.

He sat like this, and there were no living corpses coming to this place in his sight. The corpse mountain piled up near Green is enough to make fearless living corpses understand that this is a forbidden place. But there was always a guy with no long eyes, so Green's eyes reflected the fourth butcher. The butcher didn't have a huge weapon, but made himself two thorny fists.

The big guy is waving his fist and walking towards Green step by step.

Green remained motionless, he just smiled, and then reached out to touch the remaining half of the cigarette in the chest pocket of his torn coat.

He has no strength to stand up again, but at least he can put the cigarette in his mouth. As the butcher kept approaching, Green was still groping for other bags on his body that could hide things. When his eyes were shrouded in a huge shadow, Green sighed and said, "Damn it, I didn't bring a lighter..."

This is Green's last words in the world. The iron fist with steel thorns hit his face, and Green's head burst like watermelon. Brains and broken bones flew around, and when the butcher took back the iron fist full of meat crumbs, Green's headless body gradually lay down.

The butcher let out a shocking roar. He looked into the distance and shot out a cold light from his mask.

In the distant wilderness, Remter's defense has been completely defeated. The soldier in charge of defense has long died in the rolling wave of living corpses, and Green is the last fighter to fall. The living corpse rushed into the surface residential area, and the policy, which was once known as a wonderful move, has become stupid and ridiculous. Without the peripheral defense line as the support for security, security measures such as firefighters can only be arranged at the commanding heights of each building to prevent the advance of the living corpse army.

The city wailed under the mouth of the living corpse, and countless people died, and many more were waiting to die.

Among the living corpses, more dead people flocked to the entrance of Remte's base. Unlike the ground defense line, the metal gate served by thick armor plates is not enough to scratch the claws and teeth of living corpses. But the living corpses are happy about it. They are like a pile of maggots, layer by layer every inch of the door, scratching desperately with their teeth and claws, even just to cut out a thin wire.

It was not until the roar of the butcher came after the living corpse that the dead retreated to both sides in a panic. So the butcher who punched Green's head came over with a huge hammer used by his companions. It raised the hammer high and hit the gate heavily.

The door made a earth-shaking sound, but there was no damage except for a faint blue mark left on the door. But the butcher was not ready to stop, so he tirelessly repeated the action of raising the hammer and hitting it. In this repeated action, the armored gate finally slowly sank.

Remter's underground base has become a mess.

The civilians still at the base were evacuated to the rear shelter early in the morning, and Remter's second and third teams have been mobilized. The fully armed soldiers guarded the entrance and exit of the passageway under the command of the remaining two capable officers, preparing for the final deadly resistance when the living corpses entered the base.

And in Remte's union hall, Jonok and other representatives are engaged in a battle for the sudden disaster.

"Dear Chairman, please take a look at how many living bodies there are outside. Keep it? This is not the solution. When these dead people flood into our city, we can only die faster if there is no way out!"

A chubby old man kept tapping the ground with his crutch to increase the strength in his tone.

Jonock's dark eye bags trembled gently, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Dear Gentleman Tansred, according to you, what should we do?"

"Go out!" The fat old gentleman waved his cane and said, "With only two lines left, we can organize a raid. Do you say so?"

Tansred's words immediately aroused the approval of several other union representatives behind him. Looking at them, Jonok said coldly, "Gentlemen, 200 soldiers are not enough to cover 2,000 civilians, and 300 businessmen left."

Tansred's grasped expression: "Chairman Jonnock, I didn't say I would cover everyone to leave. In fact, the soldiers just need to cover us from leaving. As long as we don't die, we can build a second Remter. As for the citizens, it's not too much.

"Mr. Tansred, your words can't help but redefining the word shameless." Jonok's words are vicious, completely different from the usual image of a good man, and what he said is shocking.

The fat gentleman shouted angrily, "Then please tell me, kind President, what good policy do you have?"

"Do not die!" Jonock said the same decision, and then said the follow-up plan: "And, ask for help!"

"Ask for help?" Tansrad laughed and said, "Don't joke, Chairman, who will save us? Who can save us? Even if it's okay, how many days can our soldiers stay?

When asked by the fat old man, Jonok didn't feel confident. If he can run, he doesn't want to stay here and die with others. But no matter how stupid he is, he knows very well with his current strength, even if he adds two capable officers. The success rate of killing a blood path for more than 3,000 living corpses and other variants is not high.

Conversely, if you stick to it, you can put it off for at least a day or two. If you survive unexpectedly, you can also win a good reputation for being kind. But now asked by Tans Red, Jonok can't help thinking, how many days can they stay? Even if it survives, what about after that? Without reinforcements, even if the city is not destroyed by the dead, they will starve to death.

Just as Jonok couldn't answer, a calm and deep voice sounded outside the door of the hall: "If my rattlesnake is added, there should be no problem to stay for a week. When it comes to asking for help, I have encrypted Remter's situation, and someone will come to save us soon.

The door was opened. Outside the door, Theon, wearing a high hat, holding a crutch in his hand and a black dress, drove in as a perfect savior. Behind him, 50 rattlesnake soldiers led by Pella filed in and surrounded the whole hall murderously.

But before that, I was allowed to take back the status of chairman. After all, some permissions are not provided by my current status. Theon stretched out his hand and gently scratched his eight-character beard, with an elegant look, but what he said was beyond doubt.

He chose the best time to regain the peak of power with absolute strength. But Theon is very clear that although in this situation, he is sure to return to the chairmanship, he is facing a crumbling pyramid. It was only that Theon believed that he could turn the tide, so he stood up again.

How can this self-built city allow it to collapse in front of its own eyes? In Theon's heart, there was such a voice saying loudly.

"Mr. Sean, I'm curious about what you can do to help everyone overcome the difficulties." Jonock is naturally unwilling to give up the chairman's position.

Theon smiled, and a clown like Jonok didn't pay attention to him at all: "Mr. Jonok, and everyone..."

He turned to other union representatives and said, "Presumably everyone knows that I have participated in its design. At the beginning of the construction, I had taken into account the current situation and installed three hidden armor layers at the entrance of the passage. At the surface, there are also many hidden tactical platforms. These things are installed in residential buildings overhead, and they can provide all-round fire coverage for Remte when needed. Of course, because of Mr. Jonnock's expansion of the residential area, the tactical platform that was carefully calculated now has a shooting dead angle, which can still be done after a period of time."

"And all this requires an electronic password that I know personally to start." Finally, Theon added.

Hearing this, Jonok's face changed, and then he knew what the former chairman's trump card was.