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Except for the deafening sound of gunfire that could be heard.

Other sounds came in, leaving only a humming noise.

However, Lester fixed his eyes and began to read lips again.

Because he discovered that these natives actually used English when communicating.

"Impossible. We were the ones who closed the door when the virus leaked. There are tens of thousands of zombies on the outer layer. In addition to the massive zombies, there are also various terrifying biological weapons on the inner layer.

It’s been almost a year, there’s no way anyone is still alive.”

"Really someone!"

"where?"

“Just behind the curtain wall.”

“But I didn’t see anything… Forget it, let’s retreat first and talk about it later!

We are out of bullets. When the zombies surround us, we will all die!"

The crowd left quickly.

They disappeared without a trace through the green plant-filled passage behind them.

The zombies also surrounded them all at once.

However, with the falling of a steel gate, the light that had finally appeared in the underground space disappeared completely again.

Fisk looked away.

He took advantage of the last glimmer of light that was about to disappear to glance at his watch.

Almost half an hour!

"Well, at least we found our way up.

But now is the time to go back and take a look.

How many survivors are there? "

Chapter 67 Hey, Mr. Lawyer, who do you think you are?

The more people there are, the higher the efficiency.

The prisoners scattered like headless flies.

However, they soon discovered that there was no way to survive here, because this was an enclosed underground space and all the exits were blocked by gates.

But this is not the most deadly thing. The most deadly thing is that there are man-eating zombies and terrible monsters in this huge underground space. The prisoners can only turn around and run back. They know that the only way for them to get out alive is the elevator.

Zombies followed them like a tide.

One can't see the end at all.

And because they didn't keep their distance before, many zombies went into a frenzy, no longer staggering, but running wildly.

In just a moment, more than a dozen prisoners became food for the zombies.

However, they also successfully slowed down the advance of the zombie tide.

By the time the prisoners retreated back to the elevator, the team of more than 200 people had been reduced to a quarter.

Moreover, many people were bitten, and for them, if everything was like in Dawn of the Dead, it would mean that they were dead!

However, they would rather die here than die.

I don't want to be one of those zombies.

Or become their food.

Under the greater threat of death, the prisoners rushed back to the elevator.

The elevator door is open.

but.

A heavy machine gun was set up at the elevator entrance.

Ksp M/36 heavy machine gun

It was retired from the US active equipment list 5 years ago.

Can be loaded with bullets of different calibers.

There are 6mm, 8mm, and 7.62mm.

It is water-cooled with a jacket cooling system and a special booster is installed at the muzzle.

It can fire 750 rounds per minute, with a muzzle velocity of 760 meters and an effective range of 5500 meters.

This thing is a powerful weapon on the battlefield.

Although it has been retired now, during the effective service life of this machine gun, the number of people it killed would be enough to circle the earth if you add them together.

It would be even easier to kill these unarmed prisoners.

Besides the heavy machine guns, there were three "traitors" holding automatic rifles!

The cold muzzle of the gun made all the prisoners' hearts sink.

Fisk leaned against the elevator door, lit a cigar, and looked at the prisoner in front of him.

He noticed that some of the prisoners still had injuries on their bodies, all fresh scratches and bite marks. Shaking off the ashes, Fisk said to them, "There are guns in the bag over here, but these guns are only for my employees, not for scum, idiots, and trash!"

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Before Fisk could finish his words, the heavy machine gun next to him opened fire. Lester shot the heads of seven or eight of the fastest zombies with precise bursts of fire.

However, the densely packed red eyes behind were getting closer and closer.

A bit noisy.

Fisk rubbed his ears.

He took a slow puff of his cigar.

"You probably have a few minutes left before the zombies behind you completely surround you... There are only two options for you." Fisk blew out a smoke ring, "I hate traitors the most. I know someone must have instigated you to run away.

Now, I give those who instigated this three seconds to come forward.”

Fisk shook his cigar, letting the ashes fall to the ground.

"Three, two, one!"

No prisoners came forward.

However, many people's faces changed.

Fisk shook his head and tapped the muzzle of the hot heavy machine gun beside him with his cigar: "I'll give you a chance to live, don't do that... Whoever can find those traitors will be considered to have completed the interview. I only give you ten seconds, life or death!" Lester immediately pulled the bolt and pointed the gun at the prisoner in front of him.

"ten!"

"Bang bang!" Lester continued shooting, the bullets flew through the crowd and blew up the head of a zombie that was flying towards him.

"Nine!"

The first prisoner moved. He was a tall and strong man like a polar bear. Judging from his slightly reddish hair, he should be a Russian.

He quickly restrained a pale-faced instigator beside him.

They pushed him out of the crowd with great force.

The latter looked as pale as death, but was still struggling.

In the face of absolute power, he had no chance to resist and was instantly thrown to the ground not far away.

Fisk bent down and threw a pistol to him, made a gesture of wiping his neck, but continued counting down.

Maozi grinned and put the gun in his hand to his nose and sniffed it, as if he wanted to smell the gunpowder contained in it, then he swung his hand and shot the idiot who wanted to get up and run away.

With the first one.

Soon, the second, third, fourth... just like when they escaped just now, led by the first prisoner, soon there were more than ten corpses in the open space not far away.

Correspondingly, there were nearly twenty more prisoners holding guns.

And all this was done within half a minute.

"Very good!" Fisk took out the pistol from Lester's waist and pointed it at the unlucky guy who ruthlessly killed the instigator but was bitten by a zombie.

The latter reacted immediately and wanted to pick up the weapon in his hand to fight back, but Lester fired first.

The 8mm heavy machine gun bullet was like a needle puncturing a balloon, blowing his head apart. Brain matter and eyeballs splattered everywhere. One eyeball even fell directly onto the water cooler of the heavy machine gun, accompanied by a hissing sound, just like a red-hot pan without oil frying a raw steak.

The faint aroma of meat wafted into the prisoner's nose.

Lester used his index finger to flick away the eyeball stuck to the side of the gun, then pulled the bolt expressionlessly and aimed at the zombie not far away.

The zombies are getting closer.

The red eyes look like stars in the night sky.

“All the people who were bitten are infected. They will all turn into zombies in the near future. So for those who didn’t seize the good opportunity before, you still have one chance to survive. Kill the infected people around you, and I will consider you a pass.

Of course, those infected should not give up.

If you can kill two or three people and survive, I can save you from turning into a rotten thing!"

Fisk raised Lester's pistol.

Aiming at the zombie group in the distance, "Ready!"

"boom!"

The bullet passed through the prisoner.

But he was unable to shoot through the head of a zombie through the crowd like Lester did, but instead killed a prisoner who was not infected.

He clutched his lungs, vomiting blood from his mouth before collapsing.

Lester's gun was loaded with shrapnel bullets.

The kind of bullet that explodes if it touches the body.

Fisk shrugged and threw the gun to Lester. He glanced at the playful smile that quickly disappeared from the latter's face and continued to put the cigar into his mouth: "Start!"