Six or seven stunned men on the hovercraft, including Wang Qiang, remembered that they still had weapons in their hands.
So the gunfire erupted, pouring down the zombie's head.
Liu Dehuang was just burying his head in writing a suicide note. The turbulence of the hoverbike was not a challenge for him, as he himself did not know a few words.
The most regrettable thing for Liu Dehuang is that he will die without marrying a daughter-in-law. Although his cultural level is not high, he still needs to account for the inheritance hidden under his bed at home.
Xiaohong in the living area has been paying attention to her for a long time. Can these things finally be delivered to Xiaohong's hands? Liu Dehuang is thinking.
At this moment, Dehuang heard his second brother beckoning him to shoot. Liu Dehuang, who had always obeyed his second brother, immediately threw away paper and pen, grabbed the machine gun on the ground, and fiercely shot at the head of the zombie.
Bullets hit the face of the zombie like hailstones, and even with the protection of an exoskeleton, blood still slowly appeared on the zombie's face. With such close range and density of shooting, the ugly face of the zombie finally developed towards ugliness.
But the zombies seemed to care nothing, and it seemed that the ugly man didn't care about the disfigurement at all. He still persevered and pursued the hoverbike with great perseverance.
Wang Qiang picked up his rifle and continued to aim it at the eyes of the zombie. At such close range, Wang Qiang's gun had no false fire, and every bullet hit the eye socket of the zombie.
But when the zombie saw Wang Qiang, they raised one arm and blocked the bullet from firing.
Wang Qiang was once shocked, and a terrible conclusion came to his mind: this creature has intelligence.
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