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wang qiang was stunned, he really didn't know that this high-energy gun needed time to recharge.
Looking at the burning stick in his hand and the roaring face of the third generation zombies, wang qiang lamented in his heart: 'what kind of pit father thing is this?'.
the third generation zombies don't have much feelings in front of food with hatred, they follow along and shorten the distance to a dangerous level.
wang qiang can even see the remnants of flesh on the sharp teeth of the zombie's bloody mouth without a telescope.
people are not machines, and in the face of extreme oppression, they always make mistakes.
Zombies are like a whip, constantly whipping the hearts of fugitives. A city defense team member driving an air cushion motorcycle shook his hand and collided with a tree. Seven or eight strong men on the motorcycle were thrown to the ground.
these poor people will have to face the rushing zombies before they can even touch how many bags they have hit on their heads.
A four meter long large zombie, pletely mounted on a beast shaped tank, was swept over by the dust and dust.
the zombie raised its head and bit it down. A member of the city defense team was bitten on his waist and abdomen, and before he could scream, he was bitten in two.
the zombie buried its head in the food, swallowed it in small bites, and the entire body of the city defense team entered the zombie's belly.
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