Chapter 8 Deadly Fight Next
The flesh and blood flew in the center of the living room, and the mutant dead bodies were like entering the sheep pen. There was only death everywhere. The fugitives panicked and completely forgot the characteristics of the dead bodies under the oppression of death.
Release fear with screams and vent despair with roars!
"Three more died..."
Chen Qinghe held six bottles of 50ml Hennessy in his hand, and his palms felt a cold touch, and his expression was numb.
Such a situation of meat animals waiting to be chased can no longer attract a fluctuation in him. He has witnessed, experienced it, escaped, and despaired - in order to live, he also showed any ugliness.
"Chen Qinghe, you can't save your death!"
"I will only stand and watch us die, indifferent--"
A flat-headed boy was caught by the mutant skeleton and was unwilling to roar.
The mutant dead canine teeth squeezed into his chest and bit, and the blood overflowed. He knew that he would die, but when he saw Chen Qinghe standing indifferently in front of him, he no longer endured full of resentment before he died.
The scene was chaotic, and panic fled.
The words of the flat-headed man resonated with all the survivors, just because he did nothing, because he was indifferent, because he couldn't save him - it was his fault, his incompetence, his wrong, that's all!!
The classmates who fled from Chen Qinghe to the entrance all showed resentful eyes to him.
"These idiots deserve to die!"
Huang Zicheng suppressed his anger in his chest and said angrily.
He really wants to kill these white-eyed wolves with a knife, and he doesn't have to think about Qinghe. If he wants to escape, he will still stand here and be blamed by you bastards?
He is not flat for Chen Qinghe!
"..."
Chen Qinghe's eyes are dull, and he doesn't care about the accusations of the poor people around him.
Under his feet, he stepped on the broken limbs and broken arms, and stepped on the organs. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, allowing the murderous intention to ferment and expand. The right arm holding the saber in his hand was swollen with the naked eye. The blue veins burst out, and the muscles were like a dragon.
This is the magical secret method that can explode before. If there is a precision instrument inspection, it can be found that the indicators of Chen Qinghe's body have soared more than 100%.
Originally, his thin back was extremely tall at this time, as calm as a mountain.
One step, two steps, three steps——
Chen Qinghe looked at it so coldly. The flat-headed man's breath became weaker. He came three meters away from the dead and clamped the glass wall thrown by Hennessy at three o'clock with two fingers.
Peng!
The liquor splashed, and the bottle hit the glass wall and made a loud noise.
The mutant skeleton loosened the flat-headed man, broke his neck with one foot, stiff bones, red eyes flashed, and stared at the glass wall splashed with wine stains. It seemed that Chen Qinghe did not find it at all.
Chen Qinghe took a step forward.
His inflated right arm raised the saber and chopped the wound left by the fire axe on the mutant dead. The saber cut a piece of Mars heavily, but it was not allowed to enter only one centimeter deep.
"Roar--"
The mutant corpse instinctively counterattacked, and the turned back bone skull was short, and the big mouth sticking to the minced meat came.
The smell is so smelly that it is coming!
Chen Qinghe responded calmly and pulled out the saber.
He moved his feet, stepped away from the wild bite of the mutant dead, and picked up a bottle of Hennessy with two fingers.
Bang.
The wine bottle is broken and the liquor is splashed everywhere. The highest decibel sound in this suite causes the mutant dead body to turn reflexively and take a step to destroy the object that produces the sound source.
Sound is its first instinct, and breathing is its second instinct!
The gap of the mutant dead body turned around. This opportunity was exposed in front of him. Chen Qinghe hit it again with a saber, and the blade accurately cut into the old wound of the left neck about one centimeter, but the sharp blade was a gap.
The mutant corpse tyrannical roars, open your mouth and bite!
Dodge!
-Throw the bottle and split it again!
Chen Qinghe seems to be performing a desperate scene of dancing with the wolf with the mutant dead skeleton. As long as there is a little mistake, he will die and become the flesh and blood in the abdomen of the mutant dead body.
Repeat, repeat again!
Chen Qinghe's expression was always cold and did not overflow.
"Which one is the monster!"
Huang Zicheng's scalp is numb.
It is hard to imagine that in such a state of exercise, someone can control the body so accurately, completely eliminate every single mistake, and hit the target with a knife.
He even felt that if it went on like this, he didn't need his help at all, and Chen Qinghe could kill the mutant skeleton alone.
Dang, ang, sang——
The shadow of the knife flashed, and the mutant dead neck bone has been broken by two-thirds.
Peng!
Chen Qinghe toss the last bottle of Hennessy in his hand and took advantage of the mutant skeleton to turn around and retreat rapidly. He continued to be unable to maintain a closed state of breath. He must look for another opportunity.
Sideways and step back.
But at this moment!
Bang Bang Bang - There was a gunshot in the corridor outside the suite. Chen Qinghe instantly recognized that the sound came from the Type 92 pistol, but he was not happy to get the support of hot weapons.
It's suffocating!
Because the living room of the suite was empty, he lost the perfect environment for controlling the dead body. In an instant, he walked like a steel cable, but stepped on the artist who fell into the mountain stream.
The mutant dead body stopped its dull turn, the bone was stiff towards him, and the red eyes flashed cold light, which was its third instinctive sense of smell catalytic action.
Meat animals, food!!
- right in front of you.
"It's over..."
Chen Qinghe's pupils contracted, and I was only one meter away from the mutant dead body. At such a close distance, he could even see the sticky minced meat on the teeth of the dead body.
The mutant dead body opened its mouth and came to bite!
At this critical moment, there was a familiar roar behind him.
"Monster, show it to me!"
The dead body paused slightly, as if instinctively wanted to raise its head, but in the catalytic state of the third instinctive sense of smell, it was difficult for the first instinct to dominate for a while.
Between the lightning, the huge death crisis is overwhelming!
"No!"
Chen Qinghe's eyes are crazy, such as losing all gamblers, not retreating but advancing.
Experiencing countless instincts of life and death, let the body make a counterattack. This is a reaction beyond intentional training, decisive, and a desperate counterattack after countless deaths.
A knife shadow chopped down, and the force was fierce and crazy.
The mutant corpse was disgustingly sour, and the blood basin bit again in an instant.
"Give it to me, die!!"
The strongest force broke out in Chen Qinghe's right arm, and the blade turned into a jagged saber, splitting the wound on the left neck of the mutant dead body.
Kka, Pong——
Two completely different fracture sounds suddenly sounded. The saber was cut into two pieces, and the mutant dead body had no head. Huang Zicheng was stunned and looked at the figure gasping heavily.
Mutant skeleton, dead.
In a great shock, he did not find several figures holding weapons. He had already appeared at the entrance of the suite and was also stunned at the scene in front of him.
How is this possible!
At the entrance, the expressions of Vietnamese and South Koreans are wonderful.
They can't imagine that a Chinese student did not run away from the monster, but fought the monster with a knife, and killed the monster unexpectedly.
Chen Qinghe's face is extremely ugly.
There was a wound on his left shoulder, extending from the arm to the forearm, which was the "gift" left to him before the dead, and the blood trickled out of the wound.
If it's an ordinary wound, that's enough!
However, the dead body has a deadly virus. Ordinary people will have signs of infection within an hour of being bitten by the dead body. The infected person will die or mutate into a dead body within an hour or three hours long.
Chen Qinghe was infected with the virus, or the super virus carried by the mutant skeleton!
"Qinghe--"
Huang Zicheng looked at him in a while.
His inner guilt was rapidly fermenting, because he thought that the shocking roar just now was enough to meet the conditions that affected the instinct of the dead, but he didn't expect the opposite ending.
Chen Qinghe was in terrible silence, as if he were calm before the storm, looking at the strangers who walked slowly from the entrance, especially the guns in their hands.
The person who came is not good!
These people are not members of animal protection organizations at all.
"Is it you who drove the dead body down?"
Chen Qinghe's face was gloomy and he asked in English.
His left arm was unconscious, and his physical ability had already been exhausted when killing the mutant dead. Several foreigners with firearms suddenly appeared, and he knew that he must not show weakness.
Weakness means bullying!
Strong strength is the guarantee of safety.
"YES."
The Vietnamese with poisonous snake tattooed on his arm nodded.
His thick eyebrows and big eyes flashed, and he glanced at his partner with the middle braided head. If it hadn't been for the fact that Chen Qinghe had killed the mutant skeleton fiercely, he would have shot and threatened according to habit.
I will never stand and salute like this, and then it seems that there will be a friendly and international exchange.
This group of people are not good men and women!
In particular, the two Vietnamese are a group of poisons known as the 'Red Cotton Gang' active at the intersection of Yunyue. Xiao, I came to Huaxia this time to be the black behind the South Koreans around me. Do the transaction.
But I never thought that I had worked hard to avoid the Duke of Huaxia. An undercover's eyeliner ushered in the end of the world.
"I was bitten. You don't need to waste bullets."
Chen Qinghe stared at the braid in the middle and said.
His voice was hoarse and low.
It was the Type 92 pistol in the braided head that he shot in the corridor, causing the killing of mutant dead bodies out of control.
"..."
The braided head narrowed his eyes and was silent.
Oh, hehe.
Chen Qinghe smiled at the corners of his mouth, but his smile contained a chill and murderous intention.
He felt the bloody smell of these people, which was full of faint murderous intentions, indicating that there were at least ten lives in their hands. They were of the same kind as him and had a fierce heart.
But if you want him to die!
Then these people should be ready to die.
"Duy-Vu-anh."
The Vietnamese with venomous snake tattoos felt a little uncomfortable when they were ignored by Chen Qinghe. They said in a low voice in Vietnamese: "This Chinese student is very dangerous. There is no need to let him live."
Chen Qinghe exudes a dangerous atmosphere!
A drug lord who is on the verge of death all year round must be strangled in advance if it is dangerous according to his experience.
"Khôi-Anh (Kui Ying), let him go."
Ruan Weiwu's fingers had been pulling the trigger. He was more dangerous than Kui Ying felt from Chen Qinghe, but he said, "He's right. There is no need to waste bullets on a bitten person."
South Korean, Kui Ying frowned.
I wanted to say something, but I still didn't say it in the end.
"Thank you."
Chen Qinghe took a deep look at Ruan Weiwu.
He endured the pain in his left arm, couldn't see the joy and anger on his face, and didn't even do the temporary dressing. He vigilantly kept a safe distance from the Vietnamese and came to Huang Zicheng.
"Qinghe..."
Huang Zicheng shouted softly, and even he felt the danger of these strangers.
"Don't say anything."
"Just leave with me--"
Chen Qinghe always paid attention to Ruan Weiwu, picked up his schoolbag and left.
Ruan Weiwu is far more dangerous than the South Korean and the Vietnamese named Kui Ying. The muscles of his body are always tight, his shoes are pointed to the ground, and his eyes have not left him for a moment, maintaining an absolute state of absolute vigilance.
Huang Zicheng nodded silently and left the suite with Chen Qinghe.
Peng!
The door of the suite is closed.
Confirming that the footsteps outside the room were far away, Kui Ying's slender eyebrows twisted up and stared at Ruan Weiwu in confusion. His brother Weiwu was the number one gunman inside, with no empty hair and nicknamed Yin Feng.
"Duy-Vu-anh, why did you let them go?"
Ruan Weiwu's eyebrows were loosened, and his tight muscles relaxed. He glanced at Kui Ying faintly and said:
"He is very dangerous!"
"I feel death from him--"