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Crysis 156 Killing Waltz·Heavy Metal

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    "Roar——"

    A cheetah zombie that was running forward on all fours let out a roar. It had no reaction to the slightly hot asphalt road under its feet that was exposed to the scorching sun. It quickly swung its limbs and flew forward.  Beside it were hundreds or even thousands of the same kind. It was so dark that it was impossible to tell how many there were. At this time, they were all rushing towards the same target in front of them.

    Four hundred metersthree hundred meterscloser, closer!

    As the cheetah zombie gets closer and closer to the entrance of the supermarket, the frequency of its swinging limbs becomes faster and faster, and the bloodthirsty red color in its eyes becomes more and more intense.  It knows that its target is in the building in front of it, and it can rush in immediately!

    Suddenly, a clattering mechanical sound came from the supermarket door very clearly. Although the sound was very weak, it still could not escape the ears of the cheetah zombie.  It's a pity that although it heard the sound, its simple thinking has long forgotten what the sound represents.

    Accompanied by a sudden burst of machine gun fire, countless golden bullets, carrying the hot breath of death, penetrated into the bodies of these charging cheetah zombies without any hindrance, easily tearing their bodies into pieces of flesh and blood.  Flying pieces.  The bullet, which had been cooled down by the zombie blood, did not stop at all. It continued to move forward with the blood of the unlucky person who had just penetrated the body and the minced meat adhering to the body. It did not stop unwillingly until all its strength was exhausted.  In the body of a certain unlucky zombie.

    "Pfft——"

    The cheetah zombie just now was the fastest and most advanced one, and was also one of the first unlucky ones to be hit by the oncoming bullets.  But compared to other similar ones, this cheetah zombie had obviously better luck. The bullet just grazed one of its cheeks and flew past.  While blowing off the head of the one behind it, the rotational force of the bullet also tore off a piece of its originally ferocious face, turning it into a very asymmetrical wild-style abstract painting.

    "But this cheetah zombie seemed to have no feeling at all. It shook its head covered with the same kind of brain pulp without slowing down, and let out a roar with half of its intact mouth.

    The next second, the roar stopped - the good luck of this cheetah zombie ended here. Several bullets that followed hit its body at the same time, instantly tearing it into a puddle with no trace of its origin.  Shattered pieces.

    This scene is constantly being staged in the small square in front of the supermarket. The zombie in front falls down, and the one behind immediately takes its place, stepping on the flesh and blood of its companions and continuing to move forward without fear.

    At the entrance of the supermarket, Red Bull was holding his XM214 six-barreled machine gun with both hands, laughing and shooting wildly at the zombie group more than a hundred meters away in front of him.  As a modified warrior focused on defense, this powerful weapon is Red Bull's favorite.  Seeing bullets pour out from the weapon in your hand crazily, smashing the enemy to pieces, this feeling can make any real man's blood boil!

    The two modified ammunition boxes on the back of Red Bull have twice the capacity of ordinary ammunition boxes, and this time he used 5.56mm caseless machine gun bullets, which reduced the load and increased the amount of ammunition carried.  The bullet chain in the ammunition box slid towards the barrel of the gun like running water as the barrel rotated, and then rushed out from the muzzle with the greetings of death, turning into an airtight metal storm, rushing towards those brave and fearless people.  The dead pioneer zombie army swept away!

    Although it is a weakened version of a single soldier, the terrifying rate of fire of the xm214 is not inferior to that of Gatling, the god of fire, so that the cheetah zombies stopped a hundred meters away from the supermarket. Even with their hard work, they are no match for the power of human thermal weapons.  The power is so great that in the end, it can only be unwillingly turned into piles of meat with a burnt smell.

    The man laughing wildly, the roaring muzzle, the golden bullet, the sharp sound of breaking through the air - this is the god of death using its unique instrument to play a death movement that makes people's blood burn!

    Roaring zombies, broken limbs, splashing internal organs, and flowing blood—these are just embellishments to perfectly match this song of death. Their existence is to make this song represent death.  The song of destruction can be carried out more cruelly!

    ??The sound of gunshots continues, and the killing continues

    "Compared with the one-sided massacre outside, the supermarket was a little too quiet. Only the gunfire and the laughter of Red Bull kept coming from outside.

    When he discovered that the zombies were starting to attack the supermarket, Hongzhi immediately asked Red Bull to go out and use xm214 to stop them first.  Of course, Hong Zhi would not be so naive as to think that just the few thousand rounds of ammunition carried by Red Bull could wipe out all the terrifying zombies outside.  Red Bull's mission is to reduce the number of zombies rushing over as much as possible.

    Now their mission is not to kill all the zombies outside, but to hold on until rescue arrives, don't??.  He shouted, 'Stupid cow, how many bullets did you take this time? Why did it take you so long to finish shooting? You are so slow!  ’, and in the next second he had rushed outside the supermarket.

    Looking at the cheetah zombies who were lucky enough to survive Red Bull's bullet craze, Hongxing, who was full of excitement, bit the lollipop in his mouth with a snap.  A cute little tiger tooth appeared in the slightly raised corner of his mouth, shining white in the sunlight.

    spitting out the plastic stick in her mouth casually, Hongxing waved the huge scythe in her hand in a circle and put it on her shoulder. A trace of excitement and fanaticism that was definitely not commensurate with her age emerged without any concealment:

    "Wave your weapon and let the splash of blood cover the sun's rays! My little scythe told me that it is hungry."
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