Pick up a zombie and play with it

Looking at a row of heavily armed people in front of him, he stood motionless while clenching his military thorns indifferently. .

"Drop your weapons and eat this, or we're going to shoot"

Seeing the potion rolling to his feet, he bent down to pick it up, squeezed it lightly, and with a "boom", looked down at the potion remaining on his hand, and shook his hand indifferently. .

"Shoot, shoot, shoot quickly, even if the superiors say they can't be caught alive"

Oh, want to catch me?So troublesome, I'll come right here. . .

"Bang bang bang bang..." There was a burst of shooting. .

"Hit it, hit it..."

"No, I missed. Be careful around, ah..."

He stared blankly at the evil god standing in front of him, and at the gradually fading figure ten meters away, how could it be possible to do this?

With the knife in hand, he ran straight forward across the frozen corpses without hesitation.

"Boom, boom..." The sound sounded, and those people with shock or fear or panic on their faces had turned into cold corpses.

Killed all the way underground to the laboratory, watching them pack up their things in a panic.

Slow down and walk towards them slowly.

Looking at them who are still fighting trapped beasts, they are in a very good mood.

He casually grabbed the one who tied him to the bed and stood up to block the door. He took off his clothes and gestured with the scalpel next to the bed. .

Looking at the shivering man, under his horrified gaze, he cut off a thin piece of meat and threw it away. .

"Do you like it? Don't worry, my sword skills are not bad, I won't let you die easily..."

He kept talking and moving his hands, and there were hysterical curses and screams in his ears, and he turned his head to watch the people who retreated together behind him. .

"Well" turned to look at the blood coming out of the man's mouth, and looked at him with a relieved smile. .

"Hmph" raised his hand and stabbed it with a knife.

"Even if you die, you can only die by my hands..."

Turning around and jumping between them, there was a "clack" sound and he exited for a moment. . .

"Now you can't bite your tongue and you can't commit suicide, are you a doctor?" Looking at the old man standing among the group of people lying on the ground

"You can't kill us..."

"Oh, really? Where did you get the confidence..."

"Kill us and you will die too."

"Oh, really!"

"We just modified your body to make your body stronger..."

"So I'm leaving you now, and I'm going to die from too much cell regeneration in a while, right?"

"That's right, so you can't kill us..."

"I think there are other people who know about me, don't you naively think that only you can cure me?"

"There can be no one else, the weak doctor in your mouth is dead"

"And we haven't circulated your information, so how could anyone other than us know about it..."

"From the very beginning, you didn't intend to research the antidote to save the innocent people outside."

"The antidote? Yes, the antidote has been researched. But why should I save those people, they are just experimental subjects, they will die when they die."

"But you are different, you are the most perfect test subject"

"So this time the zombie virus was caused by you?"

"Hmph, yes. We just wanted to research super soldiers, but there were some accidents."

"Oh, I see... So, Doctor, are you ready?"

"What?,,,, what are you going to do? Are you crazy? You can't live if something happens to us"

"Doctor, I hope you will like the gift I gave you"

He removed the doctor's arm, raised his hand and threw it to the corner of the wall, turned around and pulled out the army thorn on the heart of the dead body on the bed, and then cut off the tied rope. . .

He raised his hand and pushed the bed away, stared at them coldly, turned and left. .

The corpse on the ground behind him sat up slowly, and the doctor's desperate roar came from his ears. . .