C5

Liu Zhiqiang tried his best. He purposely made sounds of "hu, hu" so that his opponents would look down on him.

He saw that Wen Shaotian's legs borrowed force from the ground, his waist leaned against the wall, and he used his right knee to kick the mutated Wen Shao. His guess was right, Young Master Wen was after all the Eldest Young Master, so he didn't have too many combat techniques to respond. Even if he had a biochemical body, it was useless because he had not tried hard to learn any fighting techniques. He had only used the quick reaction from his mutation.

"Ah!" This time, it was a voice that came from the lower part of his mutated body. This time, Liu Zhiqiang didn't hold back at all and used the fastest speed, only a bit slower than the King of Special Forces. On the other hand, Liu Zhiqiang's right knee didn't have much strength, but the forces were mutual, and the contact surface was different, hence the force was different, the result was also different. Seeing Liu Zhiqiang's expression, his knee also didn't look good, but luckily his lower knee was stable, otherwise the knee would have been bent.

Liu Zhiqiang let out a "Ah!" and made a belly hug. At the same time, Liu Zhiqiang put his left hand on his throat and said, "It's useless, I can fix all these." Before he came out, he heard Liu Zhiqiang say, "Shoot!"

"Peng!" A hole appeared on Liu Zhiqiang's forehead from the back of his head. Liu Zhiqiang looked down 60 degrees from his eye frame, and before he could even spit out the last word, he fell to the ground.

At this moment, a blonde girl appeared behind the slowly collapsing mutated Wen Shao. It was minQold. Although her chest was stained with blood, she was still incredibly beautiful! She had been hit by Liu Zhiqiang's flying dagger and knew that this person was not easy to deal with. MinQold will be faking death, and she will be wearing a virtual bulletproof vest that can imitate a simulacra, leaving blood to confuse the enemy until the time comes.

At this moment, MinQold smiled. He didn't seem to feel any pain from losing his right hand's finger, and his left hand was still holding the HKMark23 while facing Liu Zhiqiang.

He said, "You know I faked my death. "Not bad, but you owe me your life. I usually don't want people to owe me, but now is the time to return it to me."

At this moment, Liu Zhiqiang was still looking at the Beretta 92F on his left foot, trying to think of a way to deal the final blow. No one could have imagined that the mutated Young Master Wen, who had already fallen, was still alive.

At this moment, the minQold only had enough time to fire a shot into the head of the mutated Young Master Wen, and the steel heart bullet once again went through his head. But this time, the mutated Young Master Wen did not stop, his two palms continuously stabbed into the little Qold, but his beautiful and proud chest, even the bulletproof vest was unable to block the mutated Young Master Wen's hand. At the same time, he kept on shouting out loud, "You dare to kill me, you dare to kill me!"

At this time, the minQold was already a corpse. If you didn't look at her open eyes, you wouldn't have been able to successfully smile just a moment ago.

Liu Zhiqiang endured the pain in his lower abdomen as he picked up the Beretta 92F with his left hand. He slowly approached it and shifted his eyesight to the back of his head. One of the holes had already disappeared, while the other one was still being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Liu Zhiqiang did not expect to be able to kill Wen Shao because he was not too far away from death. He only subconsciously held the tip of the Beretta 92F close to the brain hole that was slowly disappearing.

Liu Zhiqiang, who was on the verge of death, didn't seem to be interested in the mutation.

50 cm, 30 cm, 10 cm … … The distance between the head of Beretta 92F and the brain hole that was about to disappear was only 10 cm.

Peng, peng, peng. He fired three consecutive shots into the hole in his brain. The bullet did not exit through the hole in the brain of Young Master Wen. At this moment, he slowly knelt down, and at the same time, his hands relaxed.

Liu Zhiqiang, on the other hand, couldn't help but to laugh when he saw him kneel down without any resistance. He used his upper right limb and his firm chest to tightly grip the variant's neck while the Beretta 92F gun in his left hand continuously fired at the hole in his brain, constantly changing the location of the bullet in the middle of his head.

"Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng." The total of 15 shots had been fired. The cartridge shell fell beside the mutated young master and scattered on the ground. Until the gun ran out of bullets, Liu Zhiqiang still held the Beretta 92F in his left hand and kept pulling it back and forth over the mutation's head. He could no longer detect the high temperature of the Beretta 92F, and thought to himself, 'Damn it, I'll let you come back to life.' Then he looked at HKMark23 on the side, dropped the Beretta 92F and picked up HKMark23 to shoot at the mutation's head again.

Time passed second by second. After waiting for about 30 minutes, he saw that the mutated monster, Wen Shao, had never woken up again. During this period of time, Liu Zhiqiang's body was in extreme boredom due to the pain. He also touched his pulse time and time again. Other than his slowly cooling body, there was no other plant fighting zombies.

After waiting for another 10 minutes and seeing that the temperature of the mutation had yet to rise, Liu Zhiqiang could only check the pulse of the mutation to confirm that the corpse was completely dead.

Liu Zhiqiang thought, 'Why am I not dead yet!' Looking at the many dead bodies in the aisle, it seemed that everything was so helpless, 'I had planned to take the remaining 250 thousand to pay for my father's medical expenses, then take his wife and children, then spend the remaining 250 thousand to buy a house in the second-tier city of Shandong Province. Now, I can't live a normal life as a house slave, but what I have injured me is my vital points, death is only a matter of time; if there really is no hope in this world, then perhaps atheists would be a little superstitious in the face of death.

Liu Zhiqiang couldn't help but look inside the metal inner door, and he only saw a faint light shining inside. He didn't know if it was due to the powerful flashlight or not, 'This is the secret of the country, I can't go in here, fart, I'm already a dead man, it's fine to go in there and see. At most, when I'm about to die, I'll come out and die.

Thinking about this, Liu Zhiqiang put the HKMark23 in his holster, picked up one of the flashlight scattered on the ground, and slowly walked into the building. It was hard to tell if he still had the strength to come out before he died.

The inner room was actually very simple. There was a metallic, jade-like, circular mirror in the middle of the bamboo shoot stone, which should be about 1.6 meters wide and 1.5 meters wide. Judging from the marks on the bamboo shoot stone, it seemed like someone had wanted to cut this thing off from the bamboo shoot stone.

But why didn't they cut it off and take it away? They only saw that there seemed to be traces of large instruments being discharged around them. Why did these instruments have to be removed was another mystery.

Liu Zhiqiang once again shined his flashlight on the mirror-like rock and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. Liu Zhiqiang thought to himself, 'What's so new about this stone? Why is it so big? Oh, it's much bigger than my * ss. So many people died …' He really hated it. He walked over to take a look.

However, he felt that something was wrong.

At least Liu Zhiqiang didn't see himself in the mirror. Could it be that he was about to die, and I heard that those who died couldn't see the mirror, or could it be that — I am dead now, and my soul has come out? No, my right hand is aching so much that it is about to die. Or could it be …

Liu Zhiqiang shook his head. I'm a soldier, and I can't believe it. Evil superstition. No matter what, I'm still a college student. Of course, in the current society, the status of university students was just like a fart, grabbing everything in one go, but in other areas, besides English, they were no worse off than the undergraduates. For example, in the area of science and technology, it was not difficult to find a job outside of the army, but it was still difficult to find a way to find a place to live in the hospital and buy a room.

Liu Zhiqiang thought it might be some kind of technology, so he set the flashlight aside.

He used his left hand to feel the surface. It was very smooth; he didn't know what kind of polishing process it was, but he really liked carving and drawing. After studying it for a while, he realized that this technique was simply too amazing, to the point that he could feel that it was a craft that didn't exist on this earth.

While he was trying to carefully observe the situation, blood kept spurting out of Liu Zhiqiang's mouth towards the mirror. He thought, "Not good, this could be a national treasure or something, I can't get dirty, I can only use my hands to wipe it, and with a little force, it seems like my entire body's energy is sucked out, my legs couldn't help but kneel down, my left hand was already pressing on the mirror. Within the mirror, I could see a beautiful young woman dressed in sackcloth lovingly looking into his eyes.

Sometimes, his hands and feet felt powerless, as if they had fallen into a swamp, and he wanted to grab onto that sliver of life, but no matter what, he couldn't do it. Sometimes, he could only shout out 'extremely weak', and sometimes, he could only fly on the edge of the sky, coveting to see all things in the world. He had boundless strength, and his hands overturned the sky, sometimes, like a green boat in the desert, refreshing people's hearts, gentle and untainted by the world.

Liu Zhiqiang could no longer feel the passage of time. When the sudden flash of light arrived, Liu Zhiqiang, who had not seen the light for a long time, only wanted to use his right hand to block it. However, his right hand did not feel the impact. Use your left hand, then.

As he thought about it, his left hand did not react. He was shocked and wondered if he was already dead. Why didn't his left hand react at all? Ai, even his feet didn't do so.

Liu Zhiqiang only saw a beautiful young woman dressed in sackcloth looking at him lovingly. At the same time, she was holding a wooden spoon in her hand, which seemed to have a yellow sticky substance in it. Liu Zhiqiang only saw a beautiful young woman dressed in sackcloth looking at him lovingly, and at the same time, she was holding a wooden spoon in her hand, which seemed to have a yellow sticky substance in it.

It was only a sense of taste, but he couldn't control his mouth from opening and closing in a spitting gesture. However, the problem was that he couldn't control his body at all. He thought to himself, 'Could it be that someone saved me and used high technology to perform the transfer surgery on me?' Thinking of this, even his brain felt big, he didn't have any money to pay back, and his father, who had suffered a stroke on his bed, had 400 thousand in hospital fees. Oh, luckily, he still had 250 thousand left in his memory.