"What are you going to do!"

Ling Yun suddenly grabbed the other party's arm and closed the car door. When Wei Chongming was acting, he saw through his intention: sniping requires choosing a position with a wide view, and the car obviously does not meet such conditions.

"Do you know, it's dangerous to do this!" Ling Yun shouted loudly: "Although the roof has a wide view, but there is no one to cover you around, you may lose your life!"

"Yes, Brother Wei. You are too risky to do this." Tang Yao and others spoke one after another, trying to persuade Wei Chongming to calm down.

"I know, but I have to go."

Wei Chongming's voice subsided, an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes. He pointed out the window and said to everyone: "If you continue, before you reach the port, our ammunition will be exhausted to deal with these zombies that are chasing and intercepting, and everyone will die. I don't want to see anyone sacrificed again, so I have to shoot the jockey."

Ling Yun knew that what the other party said was not unreasonable, but at the same time he knew that once Wei Chongming was exposed to the infected person's sight, he would inevitably suffer greater danger.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, I'll get on the roof with you. You must focus on your mind when sniping. I'll clear the obstacles around you."

"Understood."

At the front of the car, Shen Tinglan decisively agreed to the request of the two. He said to Guan Yong: "Slow down the speed a little later. After Lingyun and the others get on, try to keep a straight and steady driving. The others strengthen their guard around and cover Lingyun and Wei Chongming's actions!"

"Okay!" Infected by Wei Chongming and others, the previously suppressed and decadent atmosphere was swept through the car, and everyone was on guard at all positions beside the car.

After the car slowed down, Wei Chongming opened the car door, grabbed the edge of the roof with both hands, exerted force with his arms, and easily climbed up under the gain of the reinforcement suit. Ling Yun followed him up on the roof, stabilized his body, and took over the weapon handed over by Song Yiyang and Wang Yu.

Wei Chongming faced the rear of the car and fixed the Barrett M82A1 on the bipod, and then crawled on the roof of the car.

Ling Yun held the M4A1 in his hand and kept firing at the zombies that were hitting the bus with their bodies below.

The 5.56mm bullet instantly shot through the heads of several zombies. They fell to the ground, and the bodies were swept under the wheels and crushed into a pool of meat. The bumps caused by the vehicle pressing to the object made Ling Yun sway twice.

"Continue to strengthen the firepower on both sides of the left and right! Don't let those things get close to the bus!"

In order to ensure that Wei Chongming has a good killing environment, Ling Yun raised his voice and shouted to his companions below.

Song Yiyang adjusted the angle of the submachine gun in his hand, and more than 20 bullets fired in succession cut through the air and hit the door of a store being renovated by the street.

The scaffolding was shot through by bullets, accompanied by the creaking of metal, and the cement pieces on the wall fell. When more than a dozen zombies rushed out of the alley, they were hit by the falling scaffolding and billboards.

Some infected people were cut off in half. The blood and broken limbs splattered everywhere attracted the attention of some zombies one after another. After seeing the corpses on the street, they turned around and rushed to come up to share the food of the infected people who were still struggling and wriggling on the ground.

"Beautiful job! Is there still bile?!"

Zhao Sicheng lay beside the window, constantly pulling the trigger. Under their bullets that were as dense as a storm, the zombies were beaten to pieces. In addition to the three special feelings at the rear of the car, only a few zombies in work clothes were left.

Even though half of them were broken, revealing pale cheekbones and bright red muscle fibers, they still pursued the bus unwillingly.

"Three bottles more."

Li Ziting lifted the ammunition box to Zhao Sicheng's feet and quickly found a bottle of green bile from it: This was what Chen Tinglan killed a vomiter zombie when they passed by the supermarket last night, and everyone collected it from its stomach.

When Zhao Sicheng took the bile and pulled the trigger, he found that the gun in his hand had no bullets and needed his companions to help him replenish it. He threw the HK-MP7 submachine gun with the empty bullet in his hand and prepared to change his weapon. However, taking advantage of this gap, the zombie that was closest to the bus actually jumped up and jumped to the edge of the bus.

In order to facilitate shooting, everyone had already opened the gap in the window; the zombie's strong arms, which were as strong as a cow, clutched the window ridge, screamed strangely, constantly slamming the glass with its head, trying to get into the car.

"You all avoid it!"

Ling Yun stood on the roof of the car. After seeing this scene, he immediately picked up the M870 shotgun at his feet, pointed the muzzle down, aimed at the zombie's half-sank head and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The power of the shotgun sprayed at close range instantly shattered the head of the work-fit zombie. The red and gray brain matter mixed with the wind was sprayed everywhere along the way, and the smelly blood mixed with its blue-gray skin and flesh splattered into the car.

Except for the ground and seats, Zhao Sicheng, Li Ziting, Tang Yao and others who were close to this side were all spared, and they were all sprinkled with flowers from this heavenly girl.

"It's so disgusting!" Li Ziting didn't bother to wipe her face, pointed to the corpse outside the window and said, "Hurry it down!"

Although Ling Yun had already shot his head, the zombies in the work clothes still clutched the car window with their hands tightly, and the headless corpse was hung by the side of the car, seriously hindering their sight and attack.

"unlucky."

Zhao Sicheng cursed and opened the window, raised his legs and kicked the corpse down. The falling headless corpse hit two other zombies in the car. Zhao Sicheng seized the opportunity and smashed the bile that had not been thrown out just now at them.

The glass bottle shattered, and the bile of the vomiter emitting a special smell splashed on the three work-fit zombies. Before they could get up from the ground, they were surrounded by the tide of corpses rushing up around them.

Several female zombies lay on their backs, spreading their bloody mouths, and their sharp teeth tore off some of the hard flesh of the work clothes zombies; while others kept biting the legs and bodies of the work clothes zombies.

At first, these two zombies with infinite strength and muscles were able to continuously throw the infected people who attacked them from their bodies, but as the number of zombies increased, gradually, they also lost the strength to fight back, and eventually fell to the ground and spasm, being dismembered and swallowed by the zombies that flocked to them.

"The zombies around were basically attracted away." Ling Yun looked around, beware of zombies jumping from the sky to attack, and asked Wei Chongming: "Are you ready?"

"The target is 2 o'clock, the distance is 900 meters."

Feeling the howling wind in my ears with my heart, Wei Chongming almost entered a state of static.

Even though the sound of bullets mixed with the roar of zombies kept filling the surroundings, it did not affect him at all.

From the moment he stared at the scope, anything that happened outside had nothing to do with him. Wei Chongming believed that his companion was his invincible backing, and what he had to do was to empti himself without distraction, concentrate all his attention, and capture the dynamics of the jockey.

Wei Chongming is a professional photographer, especially good at macro photography. Most of his works have always been about insects. As we all know, shooting flying insects often requires extremely high response capabilities for photographers to capture moments. The shutter is too fast or too slow, which will affect the final shot. Wei Chongming himself is one of the few insect photographers in China who are outstanding in this field.

Not only that, including the shooting skills shown before, everything is thanks to his dynamic visual acuity far beyond ordinary people, that is, dynamic vision.

The so-called dynamic vision refers to the ability of the human eye to capture images, decompose and perceive images of the moving target when observing moving targets.

When objects move at high speed, residual images often occur because the image stays in the human retina for only 0.1 seconds, which means that the vision of ordinary people is 0.1 seconds per frame. However, people with talented people like Wei Chongming can have dynamic vision as accurate as milliseconds.

At this moment, in the eyes of Wei Chongming who was concentrating on his energy, the afterimages displayed when the jockey jumped became clearer, and the movement trajectory was presented one by one like a freeze of film.

The sound of the clouds in his ears, the gunshots in the bus below him, and the noise of the surrounding environment gradually became blurred. When the ugly face that kept laughing strangely appeared on the sight star, Wei Chongming pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gunshot sounded, and the sound was small and short. Two 12.7 mm bullets jumped out of the chamber one after another, and the muzzle was filled with faint white smoke. The two bullets, carrying gorgeous tail flames, broke through the wind and attacked straight towards the jockey's face.

"Clang"

Under Ling Yun's witness, the jockey, who was originally jumping in the air, suddenly leaned back and then fell to the ground.

Its head was shot through by bullets, and the part above its nose was suddenly blown into pieces. The body rolled seven or eight times along the asphalt road, and a small amount of blood mixed with the brain mass dragged a long blood mark on the ground, as if it had lost its breath.

"Brother Ling, I did it!"

Wei Chongming looked up at Ling Yun. His bright red hair was blown by the wind and was elegantly and flamboyant. The smile on the boy's face was like a burning flame, warm and full of vitality.

"Great!!! The jockey was killed!!!"

Wang Jun at the rear of the bus couldn't help feeling excited after seeing this scene. In addition to solving the biggest trouble, Wei Chongming's move to kill the jockey with one strike greatly encouraged people's hearts.

"There are two hunter zombies left. Work harder and fuck them to death!"
Chapter completed!