Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 20: Vengeance
Click, click, click.
Footsteps sounded behind Feng Tiegen.
Hei Zong’s soles of feet, which were covered with viscous and dirty blood, were rubbing against the fine gravel on the concrete road, and in this silent night, it looked extremely harsh.
Feng Tiegen didn’t dare to look back, but moved his broken ankle with all his might, staggering forward one step at a time.
The pain was so severe that it pierced the brain, and in the face of fear and the desire to survive, one had to give in.
Click.
The sound of the broken bones was so clear that Feng Tiegen stumbled and fell to the ground. He struggled to turn around and looked at the skinny zombie with tears, snot and dust on his face.
Hei Zong bent his back and walked slowly towards Feng Tiegen. The indescribable bright red organs fell from its mouth without gums, leaving only one eye that was cloudy and dull.
It bowed, its long and narrow nails swaying in the wind, scratching the ground unconsciously.
Accompanied by a harsh noise, the cement surface was torn with deep scars from nails.
“Mother!” Feng Tiegen burst into tears and shouted hoarsely: “Mother, it’s not that I want to starve you to death, it’s Zhang Cuifang, it’s that woman Zhang Cuifang who refuses to give you food!”
Black Zombie turned a deaf ear.
Hate, grievance, grief, despair. These extreme emotions that revived the dead completely dominated Heizong’s mind,
His rotten mind holds nothing but revenge.
Facing Heijian, Feng Tiegen slumped on the ground and stepped back with his hands and feet on the ground.
“I am Tiegen, Tiegen! It’s your own son!”
“Mother! Do you remember? My father died long ago, and it was you who dragged me up with **** and urine.”
“In that year, there was a natural disaster in the village, and there was no food for everyone. You have been upright all your life. In order to feed my grandmother, you had to be a food-stealing rat, taking grain from the commune’s wind mill.”
“The commune found that the food had been reduced, and strictly searched to prevent it from being entrained.”
“You have no choice but to sneak into the wind mill before you leave work, take advantage of the darkness, endure vomiting, and swallow the dry and coarse grain one by one. stomach.”
“Grandma and I were hungry and dizzy at home. When you came home, your face was flushed, and you bent down and started retching with the tub.”
“Grandma and I both thought you were sick. We hugged you and cried. You were sweating all over your body and your back arched like a shrimp.”
“The vomit sounded like thunder, and the peas, with saliva and blood, fell into the tub like pearls.”
“You raised your head, smiled at me, and said hoarsely: ‘Son, my mother is saved.'”
“Day by day, my grandmother and I finally don’t have to starve, but you are thin, like a reed pole.”
“Our family survived the famine.”
Feng Tiegen’s eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground toward his mother’s zombie, crying, “Mother, I’m sorry for you, I’m not human, mother.”
Hei Zong stopped and stood in front of his son. A strange expression seemed to flash across his withered, ugly face.
It trembled and bent down, reaching out and hugging Feng Tiegen.
Feng Tiegen just showed joy on his face, but the next second, he was tightly bound by his stiff arms.
Hei Zong’s hands clamped Feng Tiegen like iron tongs, causing the latter’s face to flush red and blue veins to burst out on his face.
“Mother…”
Feng Tiegen’s eyes bulged, and he groaned a word from his throat.
Click.
The bones were broken, the organs were broken, and Feng Tiegen was dead, like a pool of mud, slipping from the embrace of Hei Zong.
Hei Zong stood on the spot, staring blankly at the corpse under his feet. For a long time, it squatted down, cut open the abdominal cavity of the corpse, searched the stomach, chewed and swallowed.
As the blood eats, the dead skin of the zombie gradually moistens, and the hair on the body shimmers with luster.
If its body is not decayed, if its intelligence is not destroyed, it will laugh and cry wildly.
Unfortunately, there were neither tears nor smiles on that dark face.
Suddenly, Hei Zong, who was chewing his organs, smelled the breath of strangers. He raised his head abruptly and looked at the forest above the rock wall of the winding mountain road.
Brushing Lala, Li Ang walked out of the shadows of the trees, jumped off the stone wall, and stood on the road.
He relied on the mask to weaken the sense of existence. He had been hiding in the woods for more than ten minutes, silently watching Black Zombie complete its revenge.
“Injustice has the head, the debt has the owner, the revenge is revenge, and the injustice is revenge.”
Li Ang didn’t care whether Hei Zong understood it or not, and said calmly: “Zombies are born from the grievances of the heavens and the earth, they use grievances as their strength, and they feed on flesh and blood. I won’t stop you from taking revenge, but the grievances have already been written off. , it’s time to hit the road.”
Hei Zong said nothing, but responded with silence.
One person and one corpse were quietly confronting each other under the darkness of the night. The pickup truck, which hit the stone pile and was smoking lightly, seemed to finally be unable to support it. The headlights flickered and dimmed gradually.
At the moment when the lights went out, the black froze.
Its figure is like a ghost. With a stride, it flutters across a distance of more than ten meters, flashes in front of Li Ang, and swipes out with a claw.
The long and narrow fingernails cut the air, making a sharp slamming sound. Li Ang, who had been prepared, had his feet stuck on the ground like cast iron, his upper body was straight like a board, and he leaned back.
Before getting up, Li Ang, who used the iron plate cross bridge to dodge the claw attack, picked up the short-barreled shotgun with steel ball bullets, and fired a shot at Hei Zong’s chest diagonally.
The gunshots roared and the projectiles shot out. Rao was the zombie who was protected by black hairs all over his body, and was also slammed back a few steps by the sudden huge impact.
Li Ang then stood up in the gap and changed the bullet, but he didn’t see another shot at Heizong.
The steel ball flew out, completely smashing the shroud on Hei Zong’s body, but was blocked by the pile of messy black long hair, making it difficult for him to enter.
Li Ang quickly changed bullets~IndoMTL.com~ while firing the gun, he retreated, dodged into the woods in three or two steps, and disappeared.
Black Stiff stomped on the ground, and the small and simple longevity shoes stepped on the concrete surface and stepped out of a pothole.
The forest is lush with leaves and branches, dark and dark and silent.
The zombie stepped on the pile of soft dead leaves, opened and closed its nose, and sniffed lightly.
Suddenly, the zombie suddenly raised its head, but saw a black shadow falling from the sky. It was Li Ang, who had been lying on the top of a tree more than ten meters high just now.
Li Ang fell all the way, holding an axe in his right hand and a gun in his left hand, and then the force of gravity, an axe slashed at the black and stiff Tianling Gai.
Between the electric light and flint, Hei Zong only had time to raise his left arm and block it in front of him.
The camping axe made of high-quality 420 steel is tough and sharp. The curved axe blade rips the black fur on the surface recklessly, digging into the shrunken and withered arm of the zombie, leaving a deep wound on the arm radius.
Before Hei Zong could move, Li Ang, who was stepping on the pile of soft fallen leaves, had already stood firm. He held the short-barreled shotgun in his left hand and pressed the muzzle directly under the ulna of Hei Zong’s left arm.
Li Ang pulled the trigger, only to hear a dull “bang”, dense steel **** embedded in the black hair of the zombie’s arm.
Those black hairs of unknown material can withstand the impact of weakening bullets, but at such a close distance, the shotgun bullets still smashed the bones of the black left arm into pieces,
The whole arm drooped down like plasticine.
The long black hair on the left arm swayed in the wind, trying to hook the axe blade, but the stainless steel axe blade plated with anti-corrosion and oxidation coating was like a ruthless scumbag, and easily broke free from the black hair’s restraint.
Li Ang drew his axe, and another diagonal slash, wrapped in the wind, slashed fiercely at the neck of Black Stiff.