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The gun did not fire.

Two hundred meters in front of the windshield, the gun barrel swayed twice in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then hung down.

The man on the roof squatted down, holding his head in his hands, and dropped his gun at his feet.

The blue mark detected by the system did not change color. It was a living person, a frightened living person.

Zhao Tiezhu had already touched the side door handle, with the anti-riot fork across his knees.

Lin Hao drove the car slowly and stopped outside the courtyard wall of a private house.

"Above, put down the gun! Kick it to the edge of the roof!"

The man did so, and a double-barreled shotgun rolled along the tiles to the edge of the eaves.

He was in his fifties, with stubble all over his face, sunken eye sockets, and chapped lips that turned into curled white skin.

He squatted on the roof for two days without eating or drinking.

A zombie bit his wife, and he blasted the zombie's head into a pulp with a shotgun.

His wife was gone and he buried her in the yard.

Then he climbed onto the roof, held the gun on his knees and pointed it at the intersection, shooting whatever came.

Su Qing handed her a bottle of water, and Lao Ma drank half of the bottle, choking and making her whole body arch up and cough.

Lin Hao had no intention of taking him.

There are seven people in the car, and the chassis is already shaky. If there is one more person, the suspension will fall apart, and there will be no fun.

"You go, I won't leave, my wife is in the yard, I want to stay with her"

"There is a branch road three kilometers west of the provincial road in front, and you can turn onto the expressway."

"But the highway was blocked - dozens of cars were piled on top of each other, and I could see clearly from the rooftop."

It's blocked.

We said goodbye to the old man and got in the car.

The car rolled onto the provincial highway again, and after three kilometers, it branched off onto a high-speed ramp.

Lao Ma said the score was exactly the same.

One kilometer ahead, the road turned into a steel cemetery.

Dozens of cars were packed into a pile, rear-ended, riding on the isolation belt, and stuck diagonally in the guardrail, all on top of one another.A container truck stood in the middle, with the cars behind it locked together like dominoes.

The lanes on both sides and even the emergency lane were blocked.

Lin Hao stopped the car and clicked on the material detection.

The map loaded for two seconds, and the red dots spread out...

[Scanning of blocked road sections completed]

[About 40 moving targets·Marked as ordinary zombies·No mutant signal]

[Available supplies detected in multiple vehicles]

[Note: Special supplies signal (orange mark), source - van, located on the right side of the middle section of the road]

Forty of them, scattered throughout the car formation, no grouping, no mutants.

The orange-marked truck was in the middle and had to pass through a gap of at least three hundred meters to reach it.

Zhao Tiezhu raised his head from the passenger seat and looked at the road ahead for half a minute.

"Go down and fight. If you rely on crushing it, the car body won't be able to support the warehouse."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Plan - you and I will fight on foot.

Su Qing watches the whistle on the roof of the car and honks the horn when necessary.

Chen Ming drove to follow us, and the car followed us wherever we cleared.

No more than ten yards."

Zhao Tiezhu didn't talk nonsense, opened the door and jumped out.

The riot fork is in the right hand and the curtain rod spear is in the left hand.

Lin Hao's hunting crossbow was loaded with arrows, the crossbow kettle was tied to his waist, and the pistol was pinned to his back.

"Chen Ming. Have you ever driven a car?"

"Automatic... I've driven it a few times."

"This car is the same. D gear goes forward and R gear reverses. Press the accelerator lightly and follow us."

Chen Ming climbed into the driver's seat with trembling hands, and Li Xiaoyu tugged on the corner of his clothes from behind.

No words were spoken, but the fingers were clasped tightly.

Su Qing hugged Niu Niu and got on the roof of the car. Niu Niu lay on her shoulder, with her thumb in her mouth and her big eyes looking forward blankly.

Two people, forty zombies, a three-hundred-meter car formation.

Zhao Tiezhu was in front, and Lin Hao was three steps back.

The first zombie was squatting in the back seat of a van, with the door open, and turned its head when it heard footsteps.

Zhao Tiezhu stepped forward, and the U-shaped bayonet of the anti-riot fork was accurately inserted into his neck. He moved it forward and nailed it to the back of the seat. After twisting half a turn, the zombie's cervical vertebrae made a muffled sound of shattering and tilted.

Chen Ming stared at the driver's seat the whole time, and he made two deep marks on the steering wheel.

Just now it took him half a minute to kill a trapped zombie.

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