C21 Poison Dragon

At that moment, the gunfire and the roar of the zombies stopped.

Wu Feng heard what Grassy Grassy said and had some guesses about what had happened.

It must have been a survivor who had passed by and attracted the zombies nearby.

Moreover, looking at the scattered car lights outside and the dense firepower just now, this group of survivors was probably not small.

"Bam!"

Just when Wu Feng was about to open the window to carefully observe the situation outside, the tightly shut door suddenly trembled, as if someone had kicked it from the outside.

This made Wu Feng's pupils constrict, and he immediately changed his action of opening the window. His hand gently pushed aside the little girl in his arms, and instinctively grasped the machete that was placed beside the bed.

"Bang...Bang!"

It was another two consecutive strikes, and the weak bolt could not withstand such a fierce impact.

It broke in an instant.

The solid door was hit by the force and bounced back, but it was held down by a rough hand.

At the same time, a black gun was pointed at Wu Feng's vital part at the same time as the machete in his hand.

"Don't move!"

Almost at the same time, Wu Feng's hair stood on end.

He also let out a low growl like a wild beast.

What entered Wu Feng's eyes was a tall and sturdy man.

At this moment, the black gun in the man's hand was pointing at Wu Feng's head. The cold touch made Wu Feng's heart beat faster.

However, the face of the man in front of him was also ugly, and he was even more nervous.

For Wu's cleaver across his neck was far more dreadful than the Browning he held in his hand, judging by the blood stains on it, or by the sharp, piercing feel of it.

"You'd better put down the weapon in your hand, or else, I'll shoot you!" Cold sweat was dripping down the man's forehead, but he seemed to be trying to suppress Wu Feng in terms of momentum.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said a sentence that almost made Wu Feng laugh.

"Is that so?"

"You can try!" A dangerous smile appeared on Wu Feng's face. "I promise that before you shoot, the machete in my hand can cut your neck!"

"If you die, then everyone will be happy!"

"But if you don't die, I'm afraid that you will be infected by the dirty blood. At that time... hehe..." Wu Feng said with a smile. His voice was far less hysterical than the man's voice, and it did not even contain any emotions. It was as if he was casually stating a fact.

It was just a simple sentence, yet it actually messed up the man's mind.

That was right.

That was right. Wu Feng's threat was too horrible.

In the post-apocalyptic world, death was no longer so scary for the human beings who were struggling all the time.

However, it was different when it came to infection.

Once you were infected, it meant that you would lose your soul, mind, and everything. You would become a walking corpse controlled by desire.

They would eat human flesh and drink human blood.

Furthermore, there might be a lover, friend, and family that belonged to the person that was eaten.

"Poison dragon?"

"What's going on?"

Just when the man and Wu Feng were in a deadlock, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

At the same time, Wu Feng saw more survivors outside the door with the help of the car lights.

One, two...

Ten.

Twenty.

There were more than twenty of them. Some of them were cleaning up the remaining zombies, while others were refueling their vehicles.

However, those people weren't enough to attract Wu Feng's attention.

What really surprised Wu Feng was a female police officer who was wearing a police uniform. Because of the rain, her figure was perfectly outlined.