Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Fisk was strong and powerful, with swollen muscles that were extremely explosive. He had no weapons in his hands. When a zombie rushed towards him, he used his height to hold the zombie's head down, and with his other hand, he clenched into a fist and smashed down hard, actually blowing the unrecognizable zombie's head off with one punch.

Abecca held a sickle-like weapon tightly in both hands. The zombies beside her opened their mouths wide and attacked her. The flexibility of her body was incredible. She bent down to avoid the attack and swung out with the sickle at the same time, harvesting the zombies' heads in just one step.

Pei Siyan and Jiang Qing also walked to the rear of the heavy machine gun setup. Pei Siyan looked at the two people fighting with the zombies in the zombie group and his eyes darkened.

Without even thinking, he let go of Jiang Qing, stepped over the heavy machine gun in front of him, and jumped into the dense group of zombies.

Pei Siyan's figure was too conspicuous, with silver hair and a white coat. Fisk smiled evilly the moment he saw him.

If you observe carefully, you can find that Pei Siyan's way of walking among the zombies is very similar to Fisk and the others.

The same close combat, his lean muscles tensed every time a zombie approached, Pei Siyan moved through the zombie crowd like a cheetah and walked towards Fisk and the others.

He had only one goal, to kill Fisk.

Thirty meters, twenty meters.

Pei Siyan could hardly see anyone. Just when he was about to get close to Fisk, his nerves tensed up as he sensed danger. He turned back abruptly. The smelly zombies stretched out their sharp claws and attacked him with their open mouths full of sharp teeth.

At the critical moment, he squatted down and avoided the zombie's attack.

Fisk's excited voice rang in his ears: "Du kommst aus der H?lle."

This sentence was like a spell. Pei Siyan's brain twitched violently at this moment, and the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing clearly. The dark blue zombies and the foggy sky in front of his eyes were mixed and distorted, finally forming a large area of ​​indescribable color.

He is not an angel who fell into the world, but comes from hell.

Just when Pei Siyan was stunned, the zombie that attacked him just now stretched out its claws again. Pei Siyan subconsciously blocked it with his hand. A blue-black claw mark suddenly appeared on his arm, and dark red blood flowed down the skin lines.

But he didn't care. He pulled the knife out of the scabbard that was tightly tied to his leg, chopped it horizontally with his backhand, and instantly cut off the zombie's head.

Fisk was very familiar with that knife. The evenly uneven handle was very elastic and felt great to hold. The high-carbon steel blade had a row of sharp teeth at the bottom, and the blade could actually cut through iron like mud.

It is a commonly used saber for close combat by the Marine Corps.

Pei Siyan's eyes were still filled with distorted and mottled blocks of color. He could hardly see the road ahead, but he knew that the person he wanted to attack was right behind him.

He turned around instantly, holding his breath and feeling the horde of zombies in front of him. Countless blue-black claws stretched out towards him, and several wounds appeared on his body instantly, dyeing the white coat that was washed clean by the heavy rain into black and red.

Pei Siyan seemed to have lost his sense of pain. In the bizarre light, he squatted down, spun his left leg around, and then suddenly stood up again, pouncing on the zombie closest to him. The blade sank into the hard skull, and a dark blue sticky liquid came out when it was pulled out.

The unpleasant roars of zombies rang in his ears, and Pei Siyan finally regained his sight. Fisk was standing two meters away from him. He had a submachine gun in his hand and was mercilessly shooting at the zombies that swarmed around him.

In the interval between the gunfire, Pei Siyan heard the familiar words again: "Yan, Du kommst aus der H?lle."

(You are from hell.)