Chapter 47 Return
What's the sound!
Regardless of his injury, Atang grabbed the Glock Type 17 pistol from the ground and stood up. The sudden violent action made several wounds on his body crack, which made him fangrate.
Kaz - opened it quickly. Atang didn't care about the pain and turned to look at the entrance with a gun in one hand.
Da, Da, Da Da.
A burst of footsteps came, and five or six men with different injuries came with different types of guns. It was difficult for the sudden explosion outside the hotel to attract people's attention.
"Brother Tang, what's wrong?"
"Zhao Tang, how dare those people turn back?"
"..."
The leader is a brush head, with a strong northeast accent, and his arms are as strong as a brown bear. He wears only a vest on his upper body, and he is one of the few survivors who can use short hands.
"Big bolt."
A Tang nodded to the head of the board brush.
He turned around and walked to the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window. After the huge explosion, the surrounding dead bodies were completely shocked, and the shrill roar was like the undead singing, endlessly.
Unknown, horrible!
A group of survivors followed Atang.
A Tang looked solemn. He opened the corner of the tulip curtain and looked towards the hotel at ten o'clock.
The dense wreckage is completely rioted, and even a few traces of blood can be found in the pouring rain. The direction of the Imperial Hotel to Yuxiu Road is filled with a large amount of hot water vapor. This scene is as amazing as pouring cold water on thousands of degrees of softened steel. Through several cracks through the floor-to-ceiling window, the three-step strands can still be faint. I heard the roar of the engine.
It's a person!?
Several people around Tang were shocked.
Uncle Wei, because the two people rely on each other, their expressions have changed most obviously.
After the long tires rubbed the ground and made a harsh noise.
At the corner 500 meters away from the imperial hotel, two hazy car shadows rushed out of the strong water vapor, led by the orange bluebird school bus, followed by the palace-level dark gold RV, and the extremely bad road conditions made the car bump violently.
In front of the car is a dense and congested scrap car, which is less than 100 meters away from the Bluebird school bus, which is too short for drivers who are moving at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour.
"I'm going to hit it!"
A Tang, Uncle Wei and others couldn't help closing their eyes.
The school bus is moving forward at such a speed. What will happen next? They can fully imagine that some people have even predicted a picture in their minds. The Bluebird school bus crashed into the pile, and the huge impact force and inertia made the school bus flip in the air and become scrap metal.
But at this moment!
The sharp-eyed A Tang unexpectedly saw that there were two people squatting on the roof of the high-speed school bus. Almost when his exclamation was about to blurt out, his expression suddenly changed.
I was stunned and tongue-tied!
Not only did he have such a great change in his expression, but also the survivors nearby.
Pong, Pong——
In front of the Bluebird school bus, there was a tightly squeezed scrap car, chassis, roof, front cover, door... Every part containing metal trembled crazily and violently in an instant, just like a beast that was about to attack furiously, trembling all over!
As big as the engine, exhaust pipe, oil sump... As small as the steam screws are frantically vibrating, rubbing, tearing, splitting and colliding. Suddenly, hundreds of cars are like colorful fireworks that take off and exploding in the air. The waste cars in the central area are first to be pushed into the air. All the dead bodies wandering near the vehicles are stabbed by thick metal with thick arms. Shoot through forcefully.
- Metal Hell!
Speaking of slowness, everything is just an instant. Hundreds of waste cars blocking the way of the Bluebird school bus, like toys in the hands of giants, are shaken or forcibly destroyed.
The Bluebird school bus and the palace-level RV move forward in a straight line in a forcibly opened path.
"My God!"
"Who is so perverted to play car in such a place?"
The big plug swallowed his saliva fiercely, and patted his forehead with a big hand, reminding himself that all this in front of him was a real thing, not an illusory dream.
Bright car?
A Tang smiled bitterly. Generally, survivors had to take a detour to avoid the dead when they saw the dead, for fear of attracting the attention of monsters. The two drivers who came to the hotel were good. Under the ability of the evolution, they moved forward like a broken bamboo, as leisurely as racing on the F1 track.
"It seems that they are coming here."
Uncle Wei said coldly.
Here?
Our hotel?
Survivors around them look ugly. In the face of evolutionists, they have no resistance like chickens. Chen Qinghe has proved this to everyone with facts.
The gun is useless!
Even the Barrett M82A2 sniper rifle is useless!
When everyone is at a loss because of Uncle Wei's words.
Wow, hoo - the wind with raindrops.
All the way under the road of the metal hell, the bluebird school bus was moving at a high speed. There was a figure standing up slowly on the roof of the car. He was thin, but in such a headwind, he stood still, like the roots of an old tree.
Hold your head high and raise your hand.
When he finished these two actions, the curtains were suddenly completely pulled up in Suite 717 of the Imperial Hotel.
"Qinghe!"
"It's Qinghe, and Zicheng!"
Looking at the figure on the roof of the car, the survivors in the suite cheered excitedly.
Whew, Whew.
Chen Qinghe's palm vortexed black flame, and the flame was frantically absorbing the surrounding oxygen. Because the rain splashed on the flame core, it produced a large area of hot water vapor. He was like standing in the hazy and ethereal fog, giving people an unreal illusion.
Chen Qinghe's slender right hand, gently shake it.
Black Yanzhan!
A crescent moon cut ten times the size is like tearing out a huge black sore from the air, expanding in front of him, and then sweeping straight to the dense dead bodies in front of him. The dead bodies in front of it were burned a thousand degrees before they even roared.
From a distance, this scene is like a sea wave surging, which will block everything in front of it.
There is no one in the Imperial Hotel.
They suddenly realized that when dealing with the Vietnamese, Chen Qinghe never tried his best to deal with it. In this way, the terrible scene of killing a street of dead remains is the best evidence.
After a while, the Bluebird school bus shook its tail and stopped firmly in front of the hotel gate under the superb driving skills of South Koreans.
Whey, ss.
Suddenly, two figures jumped down from the roof of the car. Chen Qinghe and Huang Zicheng rushed into the hall one after another. They were ready to get rid of the ghosts lurking in the bottom area of the hotel as quickly as possible.
......
After half an hour.
The street in front of the Emgrand Hotel is like being carefully cleaned by a cleaner. Only sporadic dead bodies roam the empty street, and the sidewalk floor tiles leave burnt black traces of the fire.
The rain is still falling, but the Emgrand Hotel is not calm.
Chen Qinghe has known from A Tang that what happened in the hotel after he left, especially when he heard that Yan Xinting died at the gunpoint of his uncle, which made him feel waves.
He followed A Tang to a suite on the eighth floor. He entered the room from the entrance. Chen Qinghe entered the door and smelled a strong smell of blood. Then he saw several bodies covered with white cloth, and a nearby carpet was soaked with blood.
"How many are dead?"
Chen Qinghe frowned and approached the body.
He squatted down and pulled up the corner of the white cloth, but saw a familiar face.
This is Shen Hong.
However, her charming peach blossom eyes are no longer charming and sexy, but staring at her eyes, as if she is extremely resentful about something.
"Ten."
A Tang sighed slightly, looked at the beautiful face, and replied, "Three of us died on our side and seven died on their side."
"How did she die?"
Chen Qinghe frowned and asked.
"Zhao Tang's gang pushed her out as a meat shield and was finally shot to death by us." Tang answered truthfully.
At that time, the situation was very tense and dangerous. They had no room to keep their hands at all. No matter who was on Zhao Tang's side, they were their enemies.
"I know."
Chen Qinghe frowned more tightly and pulled up the white cloth on the edge of Shen Hong.
What I saw was Xi Ke's bloody face. His face was penetrated by a bullet. Until now, there was still dark red blood, slowly flowing out of the mouth of the bullet.
"Tell me, how did Yan Xinting die?"
Chen Qinghe took a deep breath and withdrew his eyes from this face that was still full of despair and fear.