My Girlfriend is a Zombie - Chapter 806

Deng Deng Deng

A burst of dense and rapid footsteps soon approached the 29th floor, which was the last floor leading to the roof. But at this moment, silence has been restored Here, and the iron door connecting the roof is also tightly closed. The figure that stayed here a minute ago has disappeared now.

"Hahaha! They are suicidal! Unexpectedly, they ran directly to the top floor... Do you still want to jump out of the building? Ling, we welcome you to end yourself!" The laughter from below echoed in the corridor. With the distance between the pursuit team and the last floor getting closer and closer, almost all Nirvana members were excited.

The man who shouted was a young man with a red board inch. He was close behind the old seven of the team leader, and his hand holding the machete was already sweating: "shit, after chasing them so hard for so many days, I finally chased them! This time they don't want to escape again, they are on the road of death, and I'll send them a ride!"

Although the first seven said nothing, he also breathed involuntarily as he looked at the corner of the stairs above. Before catching up with Ling Mo and his party, he occasionally felt a little uneasy. Although he didn't see Ling Mo himself, and most of the people he met didn't dare to say in detail, just from the above cautious attitude, these people are not so easy to kill.

But in order to get rid of the long-term adventurous life and live a stable and luxurious life, this is a great opportunity! He is not the only one who thinks so, but also everyone involved in the pursuit. Ling Mo and these people are no longer human lives in their eyes. It's a trophy with great value!

It is for this reason that this red haired young man is so excited.

"Listen. I'll say it again for the last time! We have life to earn, but we also need life to spend. Be smart! If anyone lags behind, don't blame us for giving up him at that time!" Old seven roared again.

There were a few responses from the crowd, but most people didn't think so. Beg on the tip of the knife. Do you still need instructions for these things? How hard can it be to kill just a few people compared with killing zombies? If the war is on the street. These people may be worried, but in this place, the advantage of the number of people can be maximized!

But the moment he stepped on the corner, seven suddenly stopped.

"Wait, there seems to be a situation..."

With a weak light source, he looked straight at the wall.

The red paint print "28F" has appeared mottled, while a line of fresh black fonts appeared below.

Judging from the handwriting. The person who wrote this sentence seemed to be in a hurry, but the font was deliberately enlarged a lot, as if he was worried that they would not see it.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die!"

As soon as Lao Qi read it out, someone in the crowd couldn't help scolding: "lying in the trough, dying still so crazy! I think they don't cry when they don't see the coffin!"

"Bluff! Want to scare us back with a line of words!" Some people agree.

"Hehe, this is the end of the road." Another sneered.

Old seven raised his hand. Said: "don't be careless. It's already such a time. If it's not really a little dependent, there's no need to do such meaningless things... This is the last level. If they still want to struggle, they must be desperate..."

"What else can they do?" A young man with long hair asked.

"I don't know yet... But be careful not to make a big mistake..."

Old seven's voice didn't fall. Suddenly a cry came from the side.

"Someone has gone in here!"

It was the red haired young man who was standing sideways behind the staircase door not far away. Tilt your head and look inside.

Seeing old seven coming, he immediately pushed the open door slightly, and then pointed to the door handle and the traces on the ground: "look, fresh fingerprints, and the dust below, someone opened this door." With that, he also gently demonstrated that the trace generated when pushing the door was just connected with the arc on the dust.

"Didn't they go to the roof?" Old seven looked up.

A middle-aged man immediately stood up, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly snorted, shook his head and said, "no, the other party intercepted my detection. It seems that he has been prepared for it."

Just then, a soft noise suddenly came from behind the door.

The red haired young man immediately stepped back, and in the eyes of the people, the door was opened slowly with a "squeak"

At the same time, on the ground behind the door, a line of handwriting appeared again: "since you want to die, come in."

This strange scene immediately made everyone quiet, and also attracted their attention to this corridor

Old seven looked at the line of characters with a bad look, and then heard the red haired youth propose: "it seems that they have retreated into this floor... But just in case, do we send someone up to have a look?"

When he said this, the crowd immediately became a little agitated: "you can't go to see it alone..."

"How many people will stay here first?"

"No way! Together, we have a number advantage." Old seven frowned and thought for a while, interrupting these people's muttering, "the environment on the roof may not be clear at a glance... And here..." he looked at the door and said, "there must be someone behind here. They are going to invite the king into the urn..."

"Do you want to go in?" Someone asked.

After a moment of silence, seven took the lead to approach from the door. He took out his hand and shook it inside, then turned his head and said, "it's just a corridor, but it seems that there are two companies. From me, you can see two gates, four elevator doors, and the other end should be the bathroom..."

"The environment is not too complicated." Said the red haired youth.

Old seven nodded, "it's not complicated, but it's not simple, but at least it's much better than outside. In short, we can't give up our advantages. Everyone should listen to the command... Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, the pedestrian immediately walked in slowly. The flickering flashlight lights up the dim corridor, and some blood stains can be vaguely seen on the dusty company logo. Behind a half opened elevator door, half of the bones are left outside, and the crack of the door is filled with dark black suspicious objects

In the whole floor, except for their slight footsteps and breathing, almost no other sound can be heard... But everyone knows that under the quiet appearance of this floor, there is a layer of gunpowder that may explode at any time

But at least on the surface, this group of people still dare not face them

"Do they think they can get the upper hand in the dark?" Someone whispered.

However, at this time, a gun barrel suddenly poked out of the elevator door.

Almost at the moment the muzzle of the gun appeared, a scream suddenly came out of the crowd.

Old seven was surprised, but he didn't have time to take care of the unlucky guy who was shot. Instead, he immediately looked at the elevator door and immediately raised the gun in his hand.

But at the same time when the muzzle of the gun retracted, a cloud of white fog rose strangely in the corridor and soon covered the elevator door.

"Fantasy? Useless!" Seven said, and suddenly gave out a stuffy hum.

With his hum, the spreading fog suddenly opened a gap.

However, when he rushed to the elevator door with people, there was no one inside

"How fast... The speed of shooting and the speed of escaping are very fast." Old seven frowned at once. "It seems that they are going to deal with us in this way? It is indeed a very cunning way to use fantasy as a smoke bomb, but how long can that person's mental strength last? And if he can sneak attack once, can he sneak attack again and again? If this goes on, the situation will be more and more unfavorable to them..."

"The most important thing is, why must we choose this floor? This is the roof above. Once they fall into the downwind, they even have no room to continue to struggle..."

Old seven thought in his heart and looked back at the back of the crowd.

The shot member had fallen to the ground, but at the moment of being shot, he twisted his body in time, leaving only a bloody scratch on his body. And the injured man is the red haired young man who shouted the most before

Although he can't die for the time being, everyone has quietly cast a shadow on his heart.

"Bad start..."