Chapter 1599

Pan Heng for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally made a decision, or continue to catch up, even if can't catch up with Gus, go to the front to wait for him, so think, he chose the city with the least population, ready to go around from the edge.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang left on the opposite road, Gus Zheng pulled out his right hand with only three fingers from the forehead of a S2 zombie. There were more than ten zombies beside him, which surrounded him like petals.

During the day, Gus's true face finally came to light. Now Gus is two meters tall, and his fur robe is still there. His lower hem rises from his lower leg to his upper knee. Gus's long robe turns into a medium length garment, revealing his two black, thin and strong legs. Gus's appearance has also changed. Gus's appearance is not as handsome as before, nor the horror of being burned by the fire, It looks like an African. His dark cheeks are covered with all kinds of strange lines, as if he had been tattooed. If you look closely, you will find that it is not tattoo at all, but the numerous raised dots on his muscles after he has no face. These dots are connected together, as if they have become tattoos.

The eye is still a one eye, and yesterday's single-sided night vision device disappeared, leaving his blood red pupil exposed without any obstruction. The pupil is like a lizard's pupil, and it can't see the whiteness of the eye. It looks like a crystal inlaid with blood red. There is a slit in the center of the crystal, which seems to be made of countless golden sands. With the rotation of his eyes, The golden sand is also vivid, gathering and dispersing from time to time, occasionally revealing a small blue dot the size of a mung bean hidden in the sand, which is the color of his first pupil, like a dot formed after his pupil is infinitely compressed.

The biggest change is his right hand. Originally, his right hand had only a few phalanges, but now it's wrapped in black cuticle, which looks like the sole of a frog's foot. The three slender bones look strange, much like the image of an alien's palm in science fiction. The palm with only three phalanges is very flexible. With a flick, it comes out of S2's skull, It's like pulling out a butter knife. When the dead S2 zombie falls to the ground, Gus opens his palm, but sees a walnut shaped yellow brain in the center of his palm.

This brain is the brain of S2 zombie. It's not big. It's only a little bigger than duck's egg. Gus seems to be very excited about the brain in his hand. He opens his mouth wide and shows his sharp teeth with scarlet meat. He sucks the brain into his mouth and closes his one eye to enjoy the strange taste. All the S2 zombies who fall beside him can see it, All of them were broken off and their brains were taken out.

After eating the brain in his hand, Gus licks the palm of his hand, but his cold one eye is constantly scanning his side. Suddenly, hundreds of evolutionary zombies are saved from the back of the building beside him and pounce on Gus.

Gus's one eyed pupil suddenly widened, revealing the blue hidden in the sands. Then it flashed away, showing no interest. He waved his right hand, and the air in front of him suddenly formed a 10 meter long distortion. The next moment, the twisted line suddenly accelerated and passed in front of dozens of zombies.

"Boom..."

The middle line of the solid building exploded countless ashes. While the ashes splashed, the upper half of dozens of zombies split together, like a cucumber broken by someone. Then two huge air blades fell into the chest of the remaining zombies and cut them into several sections with the building behind them.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't expect to choose a different route from Gus. He didn't know Gus had completely transformed into a wild animal. Only wild animals would like to eat the brain of zombies. What's more, Gus can't remember anything except his deep-rooted hatred of the people. He can't remember his identity as the second apostle in the new era, I can't remember the nobility of Junker's blood, and I can't remember that he is still a man.

This city is obviously a city with frequent traffic in the new era. On the edge of the city, you can see large white bones and cleaned streets. Of course, the main combat target of the new era is not to clean up the city. They are just searching for materials and removing some threats.

Walking in the open street and looking at the looted shops on both sides of the street, Zhang Xiaoqiang is immersed in a kind of inexplicable thoughts. His mind is empty and seems to be hypnotized by the stereotyped shop image. All along, he has been fighting for the reconstruction of civilization. The goal of this struggle is not what he really wants, but all under various external influences, Forced him to choose.

At the beginning, what he wanted was very simple. Like a hamster, he hoarded a large amount of materials and lived in seclusion with the people he cared about. No matter how the outside world developed, they could always live a simple and rich life. This kind of life was what he dreamed of and was what he longed for when he was an otaku.

Time has changed. In the past two years, too many things have happened. Countless life and death battles, millions of zombies hanging wars, and various forces have appeared one after another, causing a bloodbath among the survivors. Countless people have died, or died of fratricidal, or in his hands, or in the mouth of the zombies.

Each power witnessed his rise when it was destroyed. He stepped on the corpses of countless people and climbed to the top with more figures. I don't know when he became a big man who could arbitrarily deprive others of their lives. I don't know when he enjoyed the respect and fear of others for himself.Countless blood and flames make him gradually mature and lose himself. The initial goal of survival is just survival, but it is still, but above survival, it is the continuation of civilization, the revival of China, and the invasion of foreign enemies. I don't know when, Zhang Xiaoqiang's biggest enemy has changed from a Zombie to a new era, from a different species to a same race.

When he left the prairie Legion and wandered outside, he began to reflect on what he had done. It was just a vague concept, just a momentary loss. He kept asking himself in his heart. At first, he didn't understand it. When he was forced to die by Gus, he finally understood one thing.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not a natural deity. He is also an individual. He was an ordinary homestead before the end of the world. He did not have the temperament of natural leader. He got everything with his hands, blood and pain. He developed from a small man without foundation to a big leader with two forces and a million people, Everything is not that he is stronger than others, but that his luck is better than others.

When he came across the new era and was shocked by the powerful forces gradually emerging in the new era, the strong people he had built before were on the verge of collapse. When he met an opponent who was superior to him in military strength, science and technology, productivity, and individual combat ability, he was terrified. At the same time, he finally recognized himself, All self-confidence and pride all smoke, he is still him, that hiding at home and out of touch with the society of the otaku.

Walking in the open street, he thought of the moment when he came out of the house at the beginning. His mood overlapped at this moment, and many forgotten memories came back to his mind. Although he had stronger ability, better weapons, and a psychology of indifference to the type 3 zombie, at this moment, he was no different from the man who just left the house.

New era, Hubei, Inner Mongolia, China. These terms repeatedly trace back to his heart and set off storms in his mind. What's the future? How can he find a way for his followers in the global layout of the new era? How can China break away from the end of the world? How can he create a new world for his future generations?

The more you think, the more painful your brain is. The streets are full of white bones. White bones make a crisp sound at his feet and wake him up. At this time, I find that I don't know when, along the street into the city, there are hundreds of zombies standing in front of him. Zombies are like bodies without souls, standing at the corner of the street like wooden piles.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the first mock exam. He turned around to leave. His eyes were swept through the electronic eye capture equipment to a bright red in the distance. The tall building was far away from him. At least three kilometers, the average person could not see this far away. Even if the red colourful eye was so attractive, it was only a red dot in the eyes of ordinary people. But Zhang Xiaoqiang can see that it is a woman standing in the window. The long red skirt on the woman's body is fluttering with the wind, and the waist length hair is also flying in the wind, giving people an alternative aesthetic feeling