Su Hao maintained an unimaginable calmness and highway throughout the whole process of jumping out of the car and walking into the building.

There were only four people who were staying outside to guard. He directly pinched the throat of the thug who was tearing Han Ying's clothes and used M500 to blow the heads of the other three people.

Xinyan grabbed the head of the zombie that was biting Lao Song's shoulder, threw it on the ground, and slashed it in half with an axe with his backhand.

Han Jing picked up his sister and looked for a target for killing and venting anger.

In the distance, Tao Yuan's figure was approaching quickly. He rushed over at all costs when he heard the gunshots, but he was still one step too late.

Su Hao led the way. When several people rushed into the building from the door, they happened to see the hook being shot and flying backwards from the middle of the crowd. They also heard Li Xiaomei's roar and the baby's laughter.

The moment Tao Yuan pulled the trigger of the assault rifle in his hand, Su Hao had already begun to move forward.

He held the dagger and wandered ghostly behind the thugs on the outside of the crowd, and simply cut off the throat. Without waiting for the shocked corpse to fall to the ground, the sharp blade quickly swept across the same part of another person.

Xinyan and Han Jing held guns in both hands, occupying favorable positions on both sides of the door, shooting at the strangers in front of them. One target after another entered the sight of the sight, and then fell down one by one. The dead and the dying were rolling on the ground, and the number of thugs was rapidly decreasing. The two girls who had never killed anyone before looked pale, but their eyes were unprecedentedly calm, and their hands holding the gun did not tremble at all.

Their first killing.

But their hearts have become as cold as rocks, their methods are like thunder and yin fire, they are strong and cruel, and they do everything.

"Kill them all! Don't leave any one-----"

Tao Yuan roared and rushed into the crowd to shoot, spitting out flames at the muzzle, reflecting his face full of hatred. The flying bullets drilled into the thugs' body, splashing countless blood, and people cried and begged, running back and forth in the narrow space. Some of the fearless guys hid in the dark, trying to rush out to grab weapons while the chaos was in trouble, but were shot to the vital point by Xinyan, who was guarding next to him, and died suddenly on the spot.

There is no need for any evidence to clarify the facts, and Lao Song and Han Ying tied outside are enough to explain the problem.

Su Hao's killing speed is no slower than Tao Yuan. No one can see his movements clearly, and it feels like a gust of wind passes by the side. The blade easily cuts the muscles and stirs the internal organs into pieces. They can't fight against the third-level power that surpasses ordinary people. They can't help but watch the knife cut off his arms, cut off his legs, or simply apply it over the neck and cut off the entire head.

No one can escape, nor can anyone hide it. The small building is the home of survivors, and they are more familiar with it than anyone else. If it were not for the previous negligence and kindness being used by the other party, the thugs would not have been able to break through the defense line. Now, they must pay the price for their actions by death.

Smoke and blood filled the entire building.

Tao Yuan rushed to his wife, took the baby from her arms, hugged her tightly like a treasure, and gently stroked her tender hands with her sweaty forehead.

Xinyan and Han Jing covered each other and searched back and forth among the thugs who fell to the ground. The former held a gun and aimed at the target, while the latter held an axe and slashed the necks of those guys who were not dead.

Su Hao grabbed a twitching body, wiped the dagger back and forth on the other party's clothes, strode to Hu He, stared at the face that barely squeezed out a fearful smile for a few seconds, took out a pistol from the back and pressed against the other party's forehead.

The gun in Li Xiaomei's hand kept aiming at his eyebrows. It was precisely because of this that Hu He seemed particularly alternative among the many thugs. He raised his hands and knelt on the ground with his knees. The death and chaos around him were close at hand, and blood and flesh kept splattering on his body, making him look like a dead person, but in fact he was still alive.

Resistance and fugitives are the first targets of snipers. Surrenders without weapons can often survive to the end.

Li Xiaomei controlled her violent ups and downs, pointed to Du Tianhao and Liao Qiu lying in a pool of blood, and said, "They... are good people. Save... Save me."

Han Jing immediately pulled the wire around Du Tianhao's neck.

His face was already dark blue, and there was no pulsation on the carotid artery. Seeing this, Su Hao swung his fist and hit his chest hard, spread his lips for artificial respiration, and then pressed his chest continuously with his palms. Finally, the blocked throat took a heavy breath and began to breathe.

He turned Du Tianhao's face and raised his chin with his fingers to keep the trachea unobstructed. Du Tianhao, who was gradually recovering, looked at him blankly, then turned his head, and stared at Liao Qiu buried deep in the flesh and blood, making sure that the other party was still alive. Seeing Xinyan help him sit by the wall, he turned his gaze to another direction.

The fat man was covered with footprints, blood stains, and his death was miserable.

Hu He's eyes were following Su Hao.

After several days of observation and current performance, he confirmed that this man was the leader of the survivor group. He scraped his stomach and found suitable words and sentences, trying to explain his previous actions and relieve himself of his sins, but found that his brain seemed to be filled with a lot of cement, which completely solidified.

Su Hao looked at him calmly, with no sympathy or hesitation deep in his pupils, but the endless coldness.

"Listen to me, things are not what you think..."

Before Hu He finished speaking, Han Jing was already roaring like a mother beast, swung the butt stock and smashed him over.

"stop----"

Su Hao rushed over and hugged her in the waist, inserted his finger behind the trigger, preventing Han Jing from shooting, and said in a calm and calm tone: "Believe me, let him live for a few more hours."

Han Jing spat fiercely and roared with gritted teeth: "He must die! He must die!"

Su Hao turned around, stared coldly at Hu He, who was pale and nodded.

..

Everything calmed down.

Xinyan and Tao Yuan got several cars from nearby, moved all the bodies into the carriage, and transported them to a distance a few kilometers away from the small building, and threw them away all the cars and corpses. They will soon rot and smell very bad, attracting a large number of zombies and mosquitoes and flies, and must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Han Jing connected the water pipe from the kitchen and washed the blood-filled ground. For some time to come, this place will still be their residence.

Li Xiaomei took care of the injured Han Ying in the guest room, and Su Hao helped Lao Song into the empty room specially vacated on the first floor and closed the door.

The part of the shoulder bitten by zombies has turned gray. The broken flesh tissue has a little pus aeruginosa, and the skin is retreating, and the muscles are showing signs of falling off. It looks like a bacterial infection caused by large-scale ulceration. Viruses that are invisible to the naked eye are spreading to the whole body with the blood.

"I'm helpless...I've seen such wounds, and those who have been bitten will mutate."

Old Song's face was already flushed and his eyes were a little distracted. He suddenly remembered the retired female teacher who almost married him but was chopped off his head.

Su Hao was silent, without any movement, but his heart contained anger that could explode at any time.

He doesn't like killing.

He always felt that the time and space landing point he chose was a civilized era under the framework of morality and rules. Friends can be found here, and the people here have conscience. They are enthusiastic and kind, and although they are caught off guard in the face of a sudden disaster, they have not yet destroyed the most fundamental human nature.

Just like the daisy you see when you open your eyes, it is beautiful, elegant and fragile, but it retains the purest color and becomes the deepest memory.

However, he underestimated the destruction and impact of the environment on human nature. In the face of the threat of death, the pyramid of moral order became unprecedentedly fragile. With a slight touch, it collapsed immediately.

"I know what you're thinking..."

Lao Song's hands were trembling. He sat on the chair, picked up a bottle of high-alcohol liquor he had gotten back from the shop outside, and vigorously opened the bottle cap, tilted his neck and took a big mouthful of alcohol, and said hoarsely: "I have lived enough. Haha... I never thought about living a hundred years old. That kind of thing was not suitable for me. In this world, I have no concern. It is said that the older I get, the more I become, but I am still so stupid. I didn't see through that woman is a bait, otherwise those bastards wouldn't have rushed in... I stood upstairs and could have shot one at a time."

Su Hao leaned against the wall, crossed his hands in front of his chest. He pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head and silently stared at the wounds gradually turning black on the old man's shoulders.

In the future, he has seen countless ways of death. But the most sad and most desperate thing is to watch his seriously injured companion gradually stop breathing in front of him.

The bites of zombies are not fatal, but the virus can be transmitted through blood and parasitized in the infected person's body. From the future, Su Hao prepared a lot of immune agents. The turbulence of time and space swallowed most of them, leaving only the last one for him.

This kind of medicine is very common in the future world, just like cold medicine in the civilization era. Now, Su Hao would rather exchange it for ten years of life.

He has never been the kind of person with a stern heart. He also has feelings and normal thinking that belongs to humans. Although the small building is small, the people living here have actually evolved into families in a sense.

He leaned against the wall, his body slowly slid down along the wall, and finally sat on the ground. Su Hao lowered his head and buried his face deep in his hands. The artificially created darkness dispelled the light, but could not take away the deepest hesitation and sorrow in his heart.

He couldn't save the old man and could do nothing.

"I...how long will I have left?"

Old Song took another sip of white wine and asked drunkenly: "One hour? Thirty minutes? Being bitten by those monsters... will change and become one of them..."

His face was terrible pale, and blood foam kept pouring out from the corners of his mouth. Perhaps it was not real blood, and it was mixed with alcohol and saliva. They dripped along the jaw, soaking the front of the clothes.

"Go out! You shouldn't be here."

The wrinkles on Lao Song's face seemed to be getting denser. Because he tried too hard, the veins on his face were beating. He raised his eyelids and tried to squeeze out a smile: "There are still a lot to do, they can't do if they lack you. I'm lucky in my life, and I've met good people. Xiao Tao, those two girls... They all need your help and don't have to waste time on me. I know what to do."

As he said that, he turned his eyes to the pistol on Su Hao's waist and exhaled a long sigh: "Leave me a bullet. This way of death should be very refreshing. I... I don't want to become that kind of monster."

After saying this with difficulty, the old man, who was close to dryness, slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if he was trapped in memories of the past.

Su Hao sat quietly, and countless scenes appeared in his mind instantly. He abandoned the useless feelings and reason and frantically searched for all the information related to the words "immune potion". This is the return of consciousness and a supplement to the real world. He wanted to save the old man's life, but his hope was very slim, almost equal to zero.

He didn't know the formula of immune agents. Although this kind of thing is ordinary in the future world, the production process is firmly controlled by the military. Even the wealthy families cannot participate in it.

Suddenly, he stood up suddenly from the floor, strode to Lao Song, squatted down, pulled out a dagger, and slashed it hard at his left wrist. A bright red blood line suddenly appeared from the middle of his skin, widening rapidly, and turning into a stream-like blood flow.

The old man's eyes were full of doubts.

"Open your mouth and drink it."

Su Hao put his bloody wrist to the old man's mouth and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Drink more and move faster."

He has injected immune agents and has antibodies to the virus. But this does not mean that he is the best "drug". The virus is changing at any time. Cell self-reinforcement and viral mutation are two contradictory existences. It is like a cancer patient being cured, but his blood can never have an effect on others. The cells and genes of human individuals have commonality and uniqueness. It is a powerful factor that applies to oneself and cannot be applicable to other people.

It is ridiculous to treat diseases with blood, and it is even more ridiculous than the concept of winning people who eat the enemy's corpse in ancient times and gain courage. But theoretically speaking, it is somewhat feasible.

Su Hao's body concentrates replicas that can collect all excellent human genes. His cell structure is very unique and has produced some unexpected mutations. The most obvious example is "self-healing". As far as he knows, this kind of thing has never happened in strengthening people.

Since it is the reality that happens to him, it means that the evolution direction of cells or viruses has shifted. He does not have research equipment and cannot conduct comprehensive testing of his body. But no matter what, he must try to save Lao Song's life with this view that has been denounced as a fallacy by countless biological authorities and medical experts.

The effect of alcohol is far faster than blood. Soon, Lao Song was already lying on the bed and fell asleep. Anesthesia, or in other words, was exhausted, and the last energy in his body was exhausted. He slept very well, and even Su Hao tied his hands and feet with ropes without any sense, and there was a rhythmic snoring sound in his nostrils.

..

The night wind is a bit cold.

Su Hao drove the car and walked through several blocks in a row under the cover of night, and came to a deep "Ding" intersection.

He searched this area and was very familiar with the surrounding situation. The forks extending from the main traffic road lead to a residential area that was originally densely populated. There were no living people there, only the remains of dead people everywhere smelling and rotting, and thousands of huge groups of corpses.

Zombies are very strange creatures. They may still retain some of the residual consciousness they had during their lifetime and have the characteristics of clustering. Although there is no food here, they are still wandering near their former residence under the induced instinctive consciousness. Perhaps, in the depths of their few active thinking, there is still a little short picture of their former life.

Su Hao did not turn off the engine, walked out of the cab, lifted the closed trunk of the car, took out Hu He who was tied up like a rice dumpling, and threw it heavily on the ground.

He cut the rope with a dagger and released the half-dead prisoner, but did not release the wire that tied his hands tightly from behind.

Hu He gasped and let his lungs inhale enough air as much as possible. The space in the trunk of the car was narrow, so he almost was suffocated to death.

"For...why are you here?"

Hu He is more familiar with this city than Su Hao. Of course he knows where this place is, but he doesn't know that there are a large number of zombies hidden deep in the streets.

He was instinctively afraid. It was not surprising that he had this kind of mentality. He killed many people and almost occupied the bank building. If Su Hao and others who were expected to be gnawed by zombies as snacks suddenly appeared, Hu He would have been lying on the most comfortable bed in the guest room of the building, playing with Han Ying who was seriously injured.

Su Hao didn't say anything, and there was no expression on his face. This made Hu He even have an illusion that the man in front of him was simply a lifeless sculpture.

He took out a sharpened steel bar from both ends from the carriage, grabbed Hu He's collar, dragged and pulled it to the center of the road, and stood there, and inserted the steel bar into the ground with surprising strength.

Hu He stood beside him, staring at Su Hao's every move.

The huge and instinctive fear had completely controlled his body.

He was not a fool. Although he couldn't guess Su Hao's intention, he knew that the other party would never let him go. He felt that the air was almost frozen, his mind was blank, and the will to survive became the only thinking that ran through his mind. He kept struggling, begging with various words he could think of, and even kneeled on the ground like a dog, sticking out his tongue to lick Su Hao's shoes... These actions did not get any effect. The handsome young man was still cold and stared at himself with a cold look like a beast hunting.

Su Hao is very cautious.

The reason why Hu He was not killed on the spot a few hours ago was because he suspected the other party's identity. After detailed interrogation, it was confirmed that Hu He had no connection with his original time and space, so he brought him here.

The building has just been cleaned up, and blood will pollute the environment, and the corpse will attract more zombies, which may also cause unnecessary trouble.
Chapter completed!