Chapter 290

Green sat down tired. The chair was the body of a butcher. A blood mark appeared on the butcher's left shoulder. The blood mark broke the iron chain, skin and bone tissue that the butcher arbitrarily put on his body until it came to the edge of the right waist. In order to make such a big meal for the butcher, the edge of Green's machete was rolled and cracked into a pair of scrap iron.

Now, the two machetes have completed their mission and lie quietly on the ground not far away.

Green sat down and his eyes fell on the body of another butcher nearby. He nodded with satisfaction. After the edge of the machete was rolled, the remaining butcher was killed alive with his brute force. The butcher's chest almost disappeared, leaving an empty blood hole. On the ground of the corpse, blood, broken meat, bones and organs splashed all over the ground, becoming a very special scenery.

But green didn't pay the price for killing the two butchers. On the contrary, the cost is high.

First, a deep gap fell from his right shoulder to his chest, which made Green's right hand hang weakly. That was thanks to one of the butchers with an axe, but now the butcher has become green's seat. In the almost crazy killing, green cuts each other. But with hate and a little better power, he cut into the butcher's body with one knife, expanded his injury with another knife, and directly killed the troll.

Second, Green's other serious injury was his completely collapsed chest. Green remembered that when another butcher took the opportunity to hit his chest with a war hammer, he felt like he was hit by a truck. But with only his left hand, green killed the butcher with an iron fist.

After all this, Green knew he was not far from death.

He just sat there, and there were no corpses coming towards the place in his sight. The corpse mountain piled up near green is enough for the fearless living corpses to understand that this is a forbidden area. But there are always guys without eyes, so green's eyes reflect the figure of the fourth butcher. The butcher didn't have huge weapons, but he made himself two fists full of steel spikes.

The big guy is waving his fist and walking towards green step by step.

Green didn't move. He just smiled and reached for half the cigarette left in the torn chest bag.

He had no strength to stand up again, but at least he could put the cigarette in his mouth. As the butcher approached, green was still groping for other bags he could hide. When his eyes were shrouded in a huge shadow, green sighed and said, "shit, I didn't bring a lighter..."

This is green's last words in the world. The iron fist with a steel thorn hit his face, and Green's head burst like a watermelon. Brains and broken bones flew everywhere. When the butcher took back his iron fist full of meat crumbs, Green's headless body gradually lay down.

The butcher gave a loud roar. He looked into the distance, and the cold light was emitted from his mask.

In the distant wilderness, remt's defense line had completely collapsed. The soldiers in charge of defense have long died in the rolling wave of corpses, and green is the last soldier to fall. The corpses rushed into the surface residential areas, and the policy once known as a wonderful move has become stupid and ridiculous. Losing the external defense line as the basis for security, only arranging firepower at the commanding height of each building can not prevent the advance of the corpse army.

The city wails under the mouth of the living corpse, countless people die, and more are waiting to die.

Among the living corpses, more dead people flocked to the entrance of remt's base. Unlike the ground defense line, the metal gate served by thick armor plate can not be scratched by the claws and teeth of a corpse. But the living corpses enjoyed it. They were like a pile of maggots, covering every inch of the gate layer by layer, picking with their teeth and claws, even if only to pick out a thin metal wire.

It was not until the butcher's roar came from behind the living corpse that the dead retreated to both sides in panic. So the butcher who blew Green's head with that punch came over with a giant hammer used by his companion. It lifted the Warhammer high and slammed it heavily on the gate.

The gate made an earth shaking noise, but there was no damage except a faint green seal on the door. But the butcher was not ready to stop, so he tirelessly repeated the actions of raising and dropping the hammer. In this repeated action, the armored gate finally sank slowly.

Remt's underground base is in a mess.

The civilians who remained in the base were evacuated to the rear shelter early in the morning, and remt's second and third formations have been mobilized. Fully armed soldiers, under the command of the remaining two capable officers, were stationed at the entrance and exit of the passage, ready to make the last desperate resistance when the corpses attacked the base.

In the trade union hall of remt, jonok and other representatives are fighting over the sudden disaster.

"Dear Chairman, please look at the number of living corpses outside. Guarding them? This is not the solution. When these dead people pour into our city, we can only die faster if there is no way out!"

A chubby old man kept tapping the ground with his crutch to increase the strength of his tone.

Jonok's dark pouch trembled gently, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Dear gentleman tanslade, what should we do according to you?"

"Rush out!" said the fat old gentleman, waving his crutch. "With only two lines left, we can organize a raid. Do you think so?"

Tanslade's words immediately aroused the approval of several other trade union representatives behind him. Looking at them, jonok said coldly: "gentlemen, two hundred soldiers are not enough to cover two thousand civilians, and three hundred businessmen leave."

Tanslade gave a controlled expression: "Chairman jonok, I didn't say I wanted to cover everyone to leave. In fact, the soldiers just needed to cover us to leave. As long as we didn't die, we could build a second remt. As for the citizens, it's not as much as we want."

"Mr. tanslade, your words have made me redefine the definition of the word shameless." jonok's words are vicious, completely different from the usual image of a good man, and his words are shocking.

The fat gentleman shouted angrily, "then please tell me, kind chairman, what good plan do you have?"

"Stick to it!" jonok said the same decision, followed by his subsequent plans: "and, ask for help!"

"Ask for help?" tanslade laughed. "Don't be kidding, chairman. Who will save us? Who can save us. Even if it can, how many days can our soldiers keep it?"

When asked by the fat old man, jonok didn't know. If he could run, he didn't want to stay here with remt and die with others. But no matter how stupid he is, he knows that with his current strength, even with two capable officers. The success rate of killing a blood path in more than 3000 live corpses and other variants is not high.

On the contrary, sticking to it can last at least a day or two. If you survive unexpectedly, you can also win a good reputation for kindness. But now when asked by tanslade, jonok couldn't help thinking, how many days can they keep it? Even if we survive, what happens after that? Without reinforcements, even if the city is not broken by the dead, they will starve to death.

Just when jonok couldn't answer, a calm and deep voice sounded from the door of the hall: "if you add my rattlesnake, it should be no problem to stay for a week. When it comes to asking for help, I have encrypted ramt's situation and someone will come to save us soon."

The door was opened, and theon, wearing a high hat, holding a crutch in his hand and wearing a black dress, drove in as the perfect Savior. Behind him, fifty rattlesnake soldiers led by Pera filed in and surrounded the whole hall with murderous spirit.

"But before that, allow me to take back the status of chairman. After all, some authority can't be provided by my current status." theon stretched out his hand and gently crossed his moustache. His expression was elegant, but his words were beyond doubt.

He chose the best time to regain the peak of power with absolute strength. But theon knew that although he was sure to get back to the presidency under such circumstances, he was facing a crumbling pyramid. Only theon believed he could turn the tide, so he stood up again.

How can this city built by itself be allowed to collapse in front of its own eyes. There was such a voice in theon's heart.

"Mr. theon, I'm curious about what you can do to help us tide over the difficulties." jonok was naturally unwilling to give up his position as chairman.

Theon smiled. A clown like jonok didn't pay attention to him at all: "Mr. jonok, and everyone..."

He turned to other union representatives and said: "It must be clear to everyone that I am a part of remt's design. At the beginning of construction, I have considered the current situation, and installed three hidden armor layers at the entrance of the passage. On the surface, there are many hidden tactical platforms. These things are installed in the residential building above us, and they can be used for remt when needed MTE provides all-round firepower coverage. Of course, due to Mr. jonok's expansion of the residential area, there is a shooting dead angle on the tactical platform that has been carefully calculated, which can be done after a period of time. "

"All this needs an electronic code that I know privately to start," sheen added.

Hearing this, jonok's face changed. At this point, he knew what the trump card of the former chairman was.