"Blood? Brother, how long have you been putting this thing?"

All the sips of wine he drank were sprayed out. Johnson, who was full of bloody mouth, had his first reaction. The bottle of whiskey from O'Connor was broken. Even O'Connor subconsciously thought the same thing, but the scene he saw immediately made both of them open their eyes.

The director of the museum next to him seemed to have realized what was going on, and quickly took out a bottle of water from his body that he had just drunk before, but he didn't need to try it with his tongue...

Under the light of a match that Eve polished at the right time, the liquid that should have been clear in the water bottle has turned into bloody red!

"The rivers in Egypt are bright red, like blood... Imoton, he is here!" He murmured this prophecy. As the guardian of the Pharaoh, he had already understood the situation. After taking off his sunglasses, he jumped off the motorcycle. "You can do your own thing. Although this guy is not a good person, he can barely be considered on the side of justice."

"And I should do my duty."

After saying the words of the wind and the cold Yishui, the heroes never returned, the director, who looked like a hero, was about to go to blow up a bunker and was about to leave. Seeing this speechless situation, Eve and the others couldn't speak for a while. Xiao Lan, who turned around in the driver's seat, shook her head helplessly.

"If you don't want to die, don't go in any direction. The area that is completely destroyed now belongs to the God of Death. As long as mortals step in, they will die without a burial place... In addition, we seem to be surrounded."

Touching his nose and saying such words, the fake priest made people's brains a little irreversible for a moment.

"Battle, encircle?"

Eve, who had not reacted at all for a moment, screamed so loudly incredibly, but the scene that happened immediately made her shut her mouth obediently.

A noisy sound suddenly sounded in the extremely quiet darkness, and the sound quickly became neat and coordinated. Without any interception, it turned into a sound like a tide and tsunami. It was getting closer and closer, and became more and more vast.

"Imoton! Imoton!!! Imoton!!!"

Listen carefully. It was the sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison with a name gathering like a tide.

As the sound came, it gathered from all directions, blocking the surroundings. The dense blackness of holding a torch and weapons was overwhelming.

They should be the Cairo residents who were evacuated to outside the city by the British army. Xiao Lan and the others who drove a motorcycle "intentionally or unintentionally" were actually blocked...

However, these people nowadays may no longer be considered human.

A numb expression, pus and rotten blood flowing from the face, nauseating blood blisters and abscesses, it looks like a corpse crawling out of the grave, but it can move like a zombie infected with T virus, and it has a clear consciousness of speaking and normal action. It is completely a horrible scene that confuses hell and the world.

"Oh my God, is this annoying bubble sore disaster this time..." Seeing these guys clearly, Johnathan took a breath and told the truth without realizing it, "Imoton, that guy turned them into his own slaves?"

That's true. This is exactly what the protagonists encountered when they escaped from Cairo in the original plot, and were controlled by the curse of ten disasters, and forced them to have no way out.

Of course, this curse is only effective for the locals who have lived on this land for generations. It takes a long time for outsiders to be affected in this area to live in the water and water, so in the original movie, O'Connor and others, as well as those Americans, were not affected. Even those people in black who did not live in Cairo were not affected.

However, even if there are only local residents, the number is already outrageous. In addition to the Cairo people evacuated from other directions, there are three or four thousand living dead people blocking Xiao Lan and the others at this moment, and there are more people gathering...

Once you are really blocked, the result will be a place where there is no burial.

Seeing this situation, the curator who seemed to be ready to be a hero quickly climbed back to the motorcycle. He got off the bus and planned to contact the troops of the tomb guardian clan, but he was not going to die for no reason!

Eve and Johnson were even more frightened by this scene, and they patted the seats there and shouted: "Drive, drive quickly, rush over quickly..."

Xiao Lan did not refute at all, but the result made them feel a little desperate.

"Get firmly on it!"

With this reminder, the fake priest twisted the accelerator to the maximum and rushed towards the crowd that was gradually becoming more and more tight with maximum horsepower-

In an instant, a bloody storm was gust of blood, and some overloaded motorcycles accelerated to 70 yards in less than a second, and directly crashed into or into the crowd at such a speed.

The few living dead people in front were suddenly hit and broken, but more living dead people who were not torn to pieces were blocked around the motorcycle. While they were constantly crushed into blood, they rushed towards the vehicle desperately. Some living zombies hung on both sides of the motorcycle and moved forward together. Suddenly, the motorcycle, whose weight had increased several times, quickly decreased...

And if you stop, you will be absolutely dead!

"Drive, die, die, die, you rotten bastards will kill me..."

O'Connor, who was very clear about this situation, yelled directly, and pulled out the shotgun behind him and fired wildly at the dead people who blocked the way. Johnathan took out two pistols from O'Connor's arms and fired together. The director also pulled out a desert scimitar from his waist and slashed at the zombies hanging by the car with all his might. In an instant, a large stinking blood rain splashed around the motorcycle. Even Eve touched the dagger from somewhere and pretended to be the eyes of the zombies.

However, this is far from enough.

The bullets of the shotgun were quickly emptied. O'Connor, who had no time to reload, could only hold an empty gun and start smashing it with a stock. After Johnson's pistol shot empty bullets, he also had no time to change it. After smashing two empty guns as stones, he was helpless. The director's scimitar was not restricted by ammunition, but his killing efficiency was far from enough. The number of zombies pushed away was far inferior to the zombies that pounced on it. As the motorcycle was about to be blocked by more and more zombies.

"You guys go! I'll buy you time!"

Under Eve and the others' gaze in surprise, the White-bearded Curator cut a full of abscess with one knife, and gasped and shouted this sentence.

If someone attracts the attention of some zombies, the pressure on the motorcycle will definitely be reduced a lot, and the chance of rushing out will be much higher...

And a volunteer needed at this time is determined to win and take the initiative!

But just as he wanted to push the zombies hanging in the car with his body, a sigh chuckled suddenly came from the front.

"Don't act like a hero casually... The mummy is chasing the black undead scripture in my hand. What can you do, old guy, do?" He took Johnson, who was so nervous that he began to tremble, to the driver's seat. Xiao Lan flexibly flipped the back of the driver's seat with a difficult gymnastics movement. "I'll leave it to me for such a thing as a closure!"

Under Eve and the others' unbelievable eyes, the fake priest pressed the old guy who wanted to be a hero, and then said something that was definitely not a dying farewell to them.

"Take them away first, I promise to arrive later..."

Looking at the back that suddenly became extremely reliable in the darkness, Eve and the others' views changed again in this world.

(This is definitely a good person...)

However, no matter how moved they were, they knew the situation at this moment, but they didn't mean to say goodbye at all. Johnson, who had long been envious of this motorcycle, suddenly twisted the accelerator to the maximum, and kept the power of the motorcycle instinctively.

At this moment, Xiao Lan took out two shiny large-caliber double guns from somewhere, and shot a series of deadly bullets with death spirals, where the red flames pointed, the zombies were smashed into pieces by the huge power of the bullets. The space around the motorcycle that was originally blocked by zombies was instantly empty, but if there was no super firepower like heavy machine guns, the space would be blocked again in an instant!

Knowing this situation, Xiao Lan, who was not panicked, showed an extremely accurate and gorgeous movement, and gently pulled out of the magazine that was empty in his hand. The two new magazines that seemed to be shaking out of the sleeves were accurately integrated into the two guns in his hand. When the steaming waste magazine landed on the ground, it perfectly matched and then loaded the bullets...

The action of completing the reload of the bullet is like a dance, and his next action is really a dance... the dance of death that belongs only to him.

A light jump turned over and jumped into the air, spiraling the body to maintain the balance of the body. The two guns in their hands were like crazy pouring down a large piece of bullets, bombarding a breathless barrage like a storm.

Under this fatal precise blow that was scattered from a high position, the part of the zombies that hindered the motorcycle's advance were finally resolved. Amid the extremely loud roar of gunfire, the motorcycle's pressure suddenly decreased. Finally, the beast, which had recovered the feeling of rushing, then let out a horse-like roar and ran away!

(Finally, I'm sent away safely...)

When the rushing motorcycle disappeared into the distance with a long smoke and dust, Xiao Lan, who achieved a perfect assist, steadily fell back to the ground from the air, but the fake priest who was surrounded by zombies was not nervous or afraid.

On his face, there was only a very shallow, bloodthirsty smile that was as shallow as if it were cut open by a razor.

"We're the only one left now, so... the game is over!"

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