Chapter 5: The last victim

"Qin Lun's big demon, hey, Hu Fei's sister is dead..." Xiaolian nervously grabbed Qin Lun's neck and wept sobbed.
"I'm sorry! When I was in danger, Joey would appear..." Qin Lun glanced at the back of the little girl and whispered.
"Let's go, we are out of the team!" Seeing that Qin Lun returned to normal, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure around Joey was too great, and the string in his heart collapsed.
In the next few floors, this mixed squad encountered a few more zombies, but compared to the team of more than a dozen people, a small number of zombies did not cause the danger of blocking the passage. Only the federal soldiers who were used as shields died two more, and the prisoners were wounded.
After keeping up with the team, several people in the intermittent conversation with the Lily, but I have learned a lot about this mixed team. The death row prisoners who had escaped from the cell area, after getting some tool weapons in the canteen and other places, were successively pushed to the control hall of the base by scattered zombies, and met the surviving base researchers and federal soldiers.
Originally, there were more than 50 people in this team, more than 20 people in the federal army, and more than a dozen researchers in the base, four times as many as the death row. Except for a handful of people hiding in the corner of the base, they have included the vast majority of survivors.
At the beginning, the federal soldiers were the largest group, but they were to take care of the weak base researchers, while being afraid of being infected by zombies, fighting and shrinking, gradually being eroded by corpses, and the number was small to a certain extent. Finally, I used to be a shield for the prisoners.
The death row of prisoners themselves are living in the dead, fighting with zombies, not afraid of death, no worries in the fight, in order to survive and do everything. From the base control hall all the way to the safe passage, although everyone was injured, only a few people died, which in turn controlled the federal side with a decreasing number of people.
As time went on, this small team of survivors with only twelve or so three people finally entered the exit ramp of the base from the safety stairs. The ramp is about seven meters wide and more than 30 meters long. The ground is an automatic transfer rail, but now the transfer rail can no longer move.
The iron gate at the exit of the ramp is more than ten centimeters thick and heavy. Although the pulley is installed underneath, it is not an easy task to push it away.
After the team came out of the safety stairs, there was already a zombie in the bottom hall of the other base. The zombies noticed this and began to drag the pace and slowly leaned over. The floor hall is large in size, and there are almost a hundred zombies. It is not a prisoner who can hurt anyone.
Only by pushing the base subway door, they have a chance to live.
After entering the exit passage, Qin Lun could no longer support and sat down in the corner of the passage. He lost too much blood, his face was white, and cold sweat continued to emerge from the forehead.
"The big devil, how are you!" Xiaolian was asked in front of Qin Lun, worried.
"Don't be too far away from me!" Qin Lun glanced at the death penalty team, which was scattered in the distance, and the atmosphere was a bit strange, whispered.
After I finished speaking, I closed my eyes and raised my mind, and I stopped paying attention to Xiaolian.
At this point, the prisoners standing behind the last three federal soldiers gave each other a look, each showing a sly smile. Quietly raised the sharp knife in his hand and slammed into the waist of the three federal soldiers.
"Ah!" Three short screams rang at the same time. The federal soldiers fell to the ground with their hatred. The prisoners dragged one foot directly and threw it at the other side of the martyr. The front of the group.
During this time of fighting with zombies, prisoners have discovered that these zombies are neither infected with viruses nor with little wisdom, leaving only the instinct to eat. As long as there is
food
in their nearest place, they will even turn a blind eye to other people in the distance.
The best way to stop them is not to fight, but to place a body in front of them so that everyone else is safe before the food is eaten clean.
"The three bodies seem to be not enough for hundreds of zombies!" A fierce bald man in the death row showed a grim smile. "It is best to have a few wastes and make a contribution to everyone."
The bald head, known as Chekhov, is the mafia leader of the Russian nationality. It is also a serial killer, nicknamed "Chameleon."
Chekhov’s height is about two meters. The tiger’s back is at the waist and the weight is at least 240 pounds. Standing there is like a wall. Although the muscles are not as developed as the disciple Hansen, they are also well-defined and not a fat man. Compared with the thinst part of the prisoner's body, Lily, it is simply the difference between a child and an adult.
Seeing no one else responded, Chekhov slightly narrowed his eyes and shredded his already broken prison uniform, revealing a blue-violet tattoo all over the upper body, which is also the source of his "chameleon" nickname.
The Russian prisoner, who was full of flesh and blood, looked fiercely at other people, and the sight first fell on the smallest Lily. Looking at Chekhov's ferocious eyes, Lily took a cold war and turned to Hansen, the disciple who turned to help.
The disciples squinted at the corner of their mouths, moving forward one step forward, holding Lily behind them, and gazing coldly toward the "chameleon" Chekhov. The sight of the two demons, a fierce spark in the air.
"Hey!" The cross-legged meat on Chekhov's face twitched slightly, and he snorted and removed his gaze.
Although there are many murderers in this death row, there is still a difference between murder and murder. This difference is mainly reflected in the degree of danger of the federal assessment of murder, which is also the measure between each murderer.
On the number of murderers, in this death row, the disciple Hansen admits himself second, I am afraid no one will dare to recognize the first. After all, when he was a mercenary, or a boy scout, he was already full of blood, which is why the Federal District 91 will imprison him at the highest level of the cell.
As for the other level of murder on the third floor of the cell, Qin Lun, "dissection" Joey Foster. Qin Lun’s situation is different from that of Hansen. Although his killing number is not a lot among all the murderers, the federal assessment is not inferior to the disciples.
The reason is that many of the other serial killers are ordinary people. Since Qin Lun has entered the prison for severe punishment, the majority of the objects killed are death row prisoners, and even some other famous serial killers.
The murderous name of "Deconstructor" Joey Foster is a taboo in the death row, which can be said to be the murderer in the murderer. This is why, after the Lily recognized Qin Lun’s identity, she almost scared her pants, and even the disciple Hansen was not willing to walk with Qin Lun.
Realizing that Lily could not be started, Chekhov’s fierce gaze swept again and finally focused on the Qinlun trio.
The Russian prisoner looked at Qin Lun’s line of sight and showed a hint of jealousy. However, when he saw the timid and petite figure next to the murderer, he finally opened his mouth and smiled cruelly and took a big stride.
Qin Lun, who closed his eyes and raised his spirits, did not dare to provoke him. Lin Feng also changed into a prison uniform, and he did not seem to have suffered any major injuries. However, the little girl wearing a nurse's suit seems to be the best target at the moment.
Although the little nurse was shrinking around Qin Lun, however, Chekhov was seriously injured and the dying "dissection" should not care about the life and death of a small nurse.
The Russian big man opened a big fan of a pupa, grabbed Xiaolian's neck and held her like a chicken in the air.
"Ah!" Xiaolian was afraid of her feet, but a pair of powder punches on Chekhov, like a banyan tree, which had no effect on the Russian big man.
"Haha!" Chekhov licked his lips with excitement, his eyes shed a hint of sputum, and his hand was slightly boosted.
Xiaolian's beautiful face is purple, her mouth is as big as a dead fish, her eyes are slowly whitening, and she will be killed by Chekhov.
However, at this time, Chekhov suddenly saw the prisoners in the distance across the face slightly changed, showing a strange smile, watching him ecstatically, as if watching a good show.
The Russian Han Han was in a cold heart and immediately realized that something was wrong and suddenly turned back. The afterglow of the corner of the eye immediately found out that I don’t know when a ghost-like figure was standing quietly behind her. Two bright bloodstains in the pupils of the figure, like the wildfires flashing in hell, staring at themselves quietly.
"You..." Chekhov was shocked~EbookFREE.me~ The face of the cross was twisted into a ball.
Seeing that Chekhov found himself, Qin Ren suddenly showed a sly smile, and his right hand behind him swiftly waved.
"Hey!" The road seemed to have crossed a black lightning, shaped like a black dagger with a sharp scissors. It entered from the left side of the Russian big man's temple, and the right side of the temple came out, and his head was smashed from left to right.
Chekhov's distorted expression was stiff on his face, and the pair of bulls who scorned Qin Lun slowly lost their brilliance. The huge body slammed into the ground and provoked a group. Dust.
"Cough!" Xiaolian, who broke free from Chekhov's hands, coughed on the ground.
Lin Feng palely glanced at the body of Chekhov, and helped the little nurse to shrink to the corner. For Qin Lun’s move to kill and murder, he has a strange feeling that he can’t tell.
The red mans in the eyes of Qin Lun quietly retired, and the face was silently wiped two on the Chekhov, re-sitting into the corner, closing his eyes, but his heart stirred up the storm.
Just as he killed Chekhov, a cool breath followed his black dagger into his palm, and the egg-shaped pattern that changed from the "death list" in the palm of his right hand jumped slightly.
At the time of the accident at the base, Qin Lun once saw the simple tablet that stored the data on the death row, which is his own
death list
, which was combined with an orange-yellow multi-crystal. At that time, he was only a little curious. In the process of contact with him, the "death list" melted into his palm.
Now, under the spur of this cool breath, the "death list" seems to wake up and send out a regular pulse, as if Qin Lun's palm is in the palm of his hand, another small heart.
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