Chapter 507

The Milky Way poured into the sky, and the bright moon shone on the devastated earth.

With a cold face, the base leader rode a small battery car and rode in one direction.

His body exudes cold pressure, which makes the mutant animals retreat automatically.

The high-level zombies among the zombies also automatically ignored the base commander and didn't provoke him.

High level zombies can still tell what food is and who can kill them!

Only some ordinary zombies without brains would follow the base leader and roar towards the small battery car.

A burst of purple lightning flashed away. Ordinary zombies fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. They completely turned into a corpse.

Mordor's night was not calm, and the roar of zombies could often be heard.

The cries of zombies come from all directions. I don't know when and where a zombie will come from.

There was no warm expression on the long face of the base, but a faint smile.

In his pocket, he wrapped his cold night white hair with a paper towel, which was all the relatives he wanted to find in his life.

After confirmation, he can really breathe a sigh of relief, and then tell his wife that the child has been found.

The base leader drove the battery car and drove towards the city center without hesitation.

The more inside, the fewer ordinary zombies chasing the base leader. Finally, the streets became very quiet. Even the roar of zombies came from a distance.

This shows that the high-level zombies in the city center control the low-level zombies.

Occasionally, the base commander can feel cold lines of sight falling on him.

The line of sight belongs to high-level zombies, but the base commander is not afraid at all. He even glanced at the shadow of zombies in the building.

Taking advantage of the pouring moonlight, the base commander can see the zombies with strange twisted limbs in the building. They stand in the room, waiting for the orders of high-level zombies.

Sometimes, the base commander can see a more flexible and natural figure than other zombies.

This is a high-level zombie.

The base commander smiled at the high-level zombie in a good mood.

The seeming threat sent out from the body made those high-level zombies choose to ignore the base commander.

They are eager for flesh and blood, but they also understand better than ordinary zombies. If they are not careful, the crystal nucleus in their brain must be gone.

The man who dares to shuttle through the streets of magic capital at night is certainly not ordinary people.

What kind of experience is it to shuttle back and forth in the crowded demons of zombies at night?

The base commander thought it was ok, but the road was too long and there were no zombies to attack him. It was a little boring.

All the way to a building.

It used to be an identification agency. Men and women who came out of here basically pinched each other.

It's biological. Women catch men.

It's not biological. Men beat women.

The most common is that both sides fight each other.

Grandpa is not necessarily Grandpa. Grandpa must be Grandpa. Some people are happy and others are sad.

The building was quiet, but the base commander could feel that the building was full of zombies.

Just looking at the strong rotten smell, you can understand that there are more zombies in this building than in other buildings.

The base leader calmly parked the small battery car at the door, locked the battery car and put the key into his pocket.

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door in the quiet building.

It was knocked by the base commander.

This is him saying hello to the zombie inside.

I'm coming in.

Either you don't see me and stay where you are.

Or just a fight.

Anyway, the base commander has never been afraid of anyone.

This is the real art expert's courage.

The knock on the door rang several times, but there was still no response.

The base commander pushed the door in directly.

As soon as I entered the door, the base commander could feel that the rotten atmosphere inside was more intense and almost came to his face.

He glanced in one direction and could vaguely see a rotten finger resting on the door frame.

The base commander ignored it directly, walked inside and climbed down the stairs to the second floor.

The more you go inside, the smell will be more and more straight to the sky, almost breathless.

In this concentration of rotten breath, even if you haven't been bitten by a zombie, you can scream for a long time.

The base captain held his breath and the speed under his feet was faster.

Soon the base commander entered a room full of equipment.

This is a special place for paternity testing.

When the base commander entered the room, he closed the door and carefully took out a paper towel from his arms.

Two swarthy hairs were held in the paper towel. Then, the base manager found a special DNA detection machine in the room and put lengyebai and his hair on it.

No electricity.

The base frowned, scratched back and forth in the room for a long time, and finally found a rechargeable battery.

The base is half squatting on the ground, and the lightning in the hand is much softer in an instant, charging the battery.

When he was in the safety base, he would charge the battery whenever he had nothing to do. He had been very skilled for a long time.

After being fully charged, connect the equipment, the equipment emits a slight and undetectable roar, and then starts to work.

I have to wait three hours.

The base master found a stool and sat quietly in place, waiting for the results to come out.

"Roar --"

Just at this time, there was a roar of zombies outside the door.

The roar was close at hand, almost close to the crack of the door.

The long base stood up from the stool without expression and walked towards the door.

It seems that not all high-level zombies have eyes.

There are always some zombies who can't help wondering if they will win if they fight.

The base master is a high-level power. His flesh and blood has a fatal temptation for high-level zombies.

This allows them to evolve towards higher-order zombies.

The long finger of the base pressed on the door handle, and the purple lightning flashed along the door handle.

Plop, plop --

Outside the door came the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then the base leader opened the door and went out of the room. After leaving the room, he closed the door again.

The machine is still running.

The roar of zombies began to be louder and louder, and the whole building trembled slightly because of the roar and messy footsteps.

The base leader stood quietly at the door of the running equipment, wrapped with purple lightning.

Behind him is a door, and in front of him is a mountain of zombies.

At first, it was an ordinary zombie, then a first-order, second-order zombie, or even a third-order zombie.

In the purple lightning, they were pierced through their temples and lay upright on the ground.

Some of these zombies were children, some were institutional personnel in white coats, and some were parents who came with their children for identification.

There are more men.

In a sense, men still suffer. After all, they don't know if they have a green hat.