From the Bird

"Hoo ~" "Hoo ~"

Song Zuo's left hand was clenching his neck tightly, and his hands were covered with blood, but the old face like a chicken skin extruded an ugly smile.

"I thought this time ..."

The bullet cut through his aorta and penetrated through the skin without hurting the bones and nerves, but for ordinary people, heavy bleeding is still a fatal injury.

But Song Zuo is a stranger.

The sticky blood dripped down the bark, and after a while, it stuck on the tree. It was not like blood, but it gave a sticky texture.

...

"The skin ulcers caused by the precipitation of blood toxins are not actually fatal, but your current plasma protein content is more than 160 times that of ordinary hyperviscosity patients. Arteriosclerosis, thrombosis, cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction ... Wow! Old man, how did you live to this day? "

Song Zuo couldn't remember the doctor's face, just remembered that every time he saw him, a cold light hit him.

The scalpel cut open his arm, behind the red scar, it took a long time to shed a little trembling plasma.

"Well, like jelly, life is a miracle."

He wore a mask and wiped blood to his fingertips.

"Can it be saved?"

Song Zuo's convex eyes on the operating table are like frogs waiting to be dissected.

"Incurable diseases, these days, there are more kinds of strange diseases than wild rats in the wild, and big companies with sufficient funds are struggling to develop military industries. Who cares about doing this research? Oh, and there is a medicine at the Big Ben Institute , Called es hematopoietic cell enhancer, if taken in large quantities, it can suppress your condition. "

"But I have to remind you that your heart load is already very heavy. It is not the foundation of the third-tier army. You must not live today. You can use this drug in large quantities, which will cause irreversible loss of your heart. At that time, your heart rate will be slower and slower, until you can't hold it, and then hang up. Isn't your son just because of the overdose ... Oh, sorry. "

"..."

Silent for a while, Song Zuo, lying on the icy operating table, said, "The winter of dog day."

The doctor shoved his glasses. "It's about the winter of the dog day."

boom! !! !! !! !!

The large group of flames exploded between the ruins of Xingluo. Song Zuo picked up a tube of coagulation spray and sprayed it roughly on his neck. The rocky right hand pulled the trigger.

The flames on the balcony in the distance burned, and a skeleton was looming, and it had been burned to a minor form.

"Not him, and there!"

For no reason, Song Zuo concluded that the name of the magical Mosin-Nagan rifle with an aiming scope almost killed his own dead sniper and was still active on the battlefield ...

The scorched black floor was filled with smoke and dust, and sometimes there were screams and gunshots from bad dogs, but the barren buildings surrounded by vines and poplars were quiet and quiet, and they could no longer hear the unique rough gunfire of wild yak guns. And a corpse sniper hidden in the dark.

Song Zuo's field of vision was empty, and his ammunition bag contained various special seed bullets. However, he picked up the most common 7.62mm rifle bullet. No matter how the development of the winter firearms, the foundation is the same. For nearly three decades, the world has been buried for the war, and the mass production time of this kind of bullet is the shortest of all the bullets of Song Zuo. It's only about 0.02 seconds.

Although I don't want to admit it, in terms of sniper technology, I am indeed covered by others, but there is still a chance to win, depending on who's luck.

Since childhood, firearms have been Song Zuo's best companion. The first sniper rifle that started at the age of twelve was the German g43. Like a small carrot, he wore a rifle, and his festering skin shuttled through various battlefields. He wanted to live. You need a lot of money to buy the medicine produced by Pompeii. If you want to get the money, you have to take life to face the situation now, the paradox of evil.

Suddenly, a figure with a beret appeared in Song Zuo's eyes, with a jujube gun in his hand, and his right eye abutted on the crosshair.

It seems that the communication is good. At the same time when the beret appeared, Song Zuo's scope had at least three sniper muzzles pierced at the same time. The muzzle fell on the poplar tree where he was.

There was no room for thought, Song Zuo twisted his waist and turned the muzzle, his index finger pulled the trigger of RS107, and he popped out.

...

A scarlet two-living corpse dog collapsed softly, bleeding from the nose and mouth, without any wounds on its body.

Blood dip!

The tiger's head gun in Li Yan's hand was stained with foul blood, and his feet were crooked. The bodies were all Vladimir dogs. About half of them were dead under the blood of Li Yan's blood. These vicious beasts were smart and fierce Li Yan was not afraid of their teeth and claws, but was unwilling to be covered with poisonous blood with strong radiation, so he tried to kill these Vladimir dogs with blood as much as possible. Although not literally consumed, Li Yan, who killed fifteen live corpses with five blood dipped in a row, still felt pain in his eyes and a stuffy chest.

One after another the Vladimir dogs gave Li Yan a glance, then fell strangely to the ground, his limbs twitched.

The open room with a broken ceiling can see the moon, Li Yan walked out of the ground with blood and marl scum, going down the corridor, and the left and right portals were opening! A large number of gunmen lived out. The muzzle of the black hole protruded like an iron forest, the tongue of fire burst into the ground like a heavy rain, and the cartridge case happily hit the ground. Cement blocks and thin iron plates were penetrated back and forth.

Li Yanlian with a gun rolled over the bunkers, and the ice wall in front of him quickly condensed and was immediately crushed. The muzzle turned in front of three living corpses holding rifles. Two whitish hands swung across the barrel of the gun, swallowing the blade like a dragon, and bursting with three red and white snowflakes.

Da da da da da ...

Li Yan provoked a headless body of a living body in front of himself, striding forward.

Howl

The whole body of scarlet bulls came in one after another, and most of them were killed by Li Yan's blood dipped and swallowed, but in the end, one bite on Li Yan's wrist.

It was a Vladimir dog with two heads. The left side of it was bit on Li Yan ’s wrist, and the right side was unreasonable. He held his neck to bite Li Yan ’s throat, but not yet. When he bit it, he wailed and fell to the ground, and Li Yan kicked him off the building.

A layer of ice two inches behind Li Yan's wrist was visible, and his teeth were clearly visible. He shook off the ice cubes and looked around again, and the gunshots of resistance had shrunk a lot.

The gunner blocked at the door could not resist the sight, and retreated from the staircase in batches. About half of the dead corpse gunners successfully retreated, and the rest were killed by Li Yan.

Li Yan walked to the entrance of the stairs, and the barren building was leaking around. He took out the few remaining jujubes and just ate into his mouth. A glimpse of a motorcycle rushed out of the building from the cave.

In the arms of a motorcyclist, there is a black leather case.

After going through this time, Li Yangang was going to chase, and hesitated. He now has no doubt about the wisdom of living corpses. Is it possible?

There were gunfires between the lonely barren buildings. Obviously, Song Zuo was also in a hard fight and had no time to take care of the motorcycle.

"Forget it, it's dangerous, it's dangerous."

Without much hesitation, Li Yan gathered his mind: "Don't stare at Song Zuo, go after the stuff on that motorcycle."

...

Song Zuo clenched his teeth, there were two bleeding bullet holes in his leg, and in the dark not far away from him, a man shrouded in black armor had moved his scarlet eyes and fixedly looked away. Going motorcycle.

The black riding ghost was originally kept by Li Yan to guard against Song Zuo, but after all, this old man is in the rear battlefield. It is easier to put a cold gun than himself. There is really a gene sample you want here, and you don't have to worry about it, just swallow it.

After arranging these, Li Yan went to the lower level where the samples were stored according to the contents of the log.

The lower part of the building, including the underground floor where Li Yan is now, is relatively well-preserved, and even some electrical equipment can still be used. It is also a confined space. Li Yan is convinced that Song Zuo outside the building cannot be seen at this time. Yourself.

In the open air, Li Yan was facing a gear-shaped cyan gate. Numerous black-pressed muzzles pointed from all corners to Li Yan, surrounded by smooth iron passages. These weapons terminals, which have not been updated and maintained for decades, still maintain their original functions.

The bucket and the ice wall can't resist such a dense bomber. The dark front door is even more prohibitive.

Li Yan took a deep breath, and a white figure rose from behind him.

Meiyu is red, feathers are white, and purple lotus stands surround it.

Suddenly, the projection of the aunt's aunt got out from behind Li Yan and rushed towards the blue door.

At first glance, hundreds of metal shrapnels converged into a storm that swept everything, filling the entire channel tightly, and any entity going straight will be torn apart.

But the bird's projection was captured, but it didn't pass through this metal storm in the slightest!

Fives,

six,

Seven.

Li Yan kept counting while loading his shotgun.

Suddenly, the emperor's aunt who passed the gun forest bullet rain was suddenly replaced by Li Yan with Zhang Yu's spear in hand.

Fengze!

Li Yan hardly ate a few bullets. After the bucket broke, the flesh on his back was blurred. He rushed to the front of the door, and [Angry Shock] was on the door.

boom!

Large and small holes are cracked in the cyan gate, the small ones are used for table tennis, and the large ones are the size of apples.

The tiger's head was slashed, and the hole opened a half-meter-thick cyan gate.

Li Yan walked in from the door. There were only a dozen khaki military uniforms in the room. The corpses that had been defeated along the way were basically here.

"It looks like you didn't do it."

Li Yan's eyes looked around: "I take something and ask you a few questions before leaving. You can also save your life and think about it."

Among these corpses, a corpse holding a Chasik saber suddenly said: "Before winter, a Germanic person wanted us to bow our heads. We said no, after winter, a Ukrainian kid wanted us to bow our heads, Still say no, today our answer is the same. "

Li Yan nodded and raised the tip of his gun: "Isn't it negotiable?"

The gunfire sounded again.

...

With blood stains and bullet casings in one place, Li Yan had two non-superficial stab wounds on his chest and his eyes darkened. Except for him, no one was able to stand on the entire basement level.

What makes Li Yan feel somber is that the excessive exposure to the blood of living corpses has deepened the radiation infection in his status bar again. The resistance of Quanlang Sea Ghost has been unable to support him. In addition to the red spots on his body, such as [Jujube] such special restoration items, the effect is greatly reduced.

Li Yan had to take out the Yunnan Baiyao and bandages he had prepared to deal with the wound. The tiger's head with a large gun at the foot nailed the open saber live corpse. It was not dead, but he stared at Li Yan with his eyes, with strong emotions. There is no difference between living and living.

Suddenly, Li Yan thought of something. He bowed his head and asked him: I won't ask the Germans. You tell me the name of the Ukrainian kid, and I'll let the death happen. "

Don't overdo the living corpse, ignore Li Yan.

"I guess okay?" Li Yan's face approached him. "His name is Hilgey, am I right?"

The corpse turned back suddenly.

"thank you, I know now."

Li Yan picked up a pistol and fired two shots into the corpse's eye socket.

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