I Have a Zombie Assistance System

The old dog was coerced by everyone to go up. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable and didn't bother to sniff, so he just went up. Anyway, he is the first one, and he will most likely die, so why not let everyone die together.

The man who smoothed things over frowned, then stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Dog, why don't you use your nose to sniff before leaving? Is the transformation time coming soon?"

The old dog snorted coldly and was too lazy to answer.

The person who was trying to smooth things over suddenly took out a transformation needle and stuck it into the old dog. "You are very important to us this time, so we can only work hard for you."

The old dog's blood-red eyes widened, and he slashed at the man who was trying to smooth things over with his knife.

The side effects of this transformation injection are extremely severe. Even if you are lucky enough not to turn into a zombie, continuous injections will cause a huge loss of vitality. If you take multiple injections continuously, you may even age to death.

Since the other party wanted him to die, he wouldn't be polite. The worst he could do was to die together.

However, the person who was trying to smooth things over was already prepared. He put the gun in his hand directly on the old dog's head. "If you don't stop, I will kill you first. Don't think that we can't survive without you."

The old dog scratched his neck and glared at the other person, "If you dare, just shoot. Anyway, I will die if I continue walking."

The person who smoothed things over didn't expect the old dog to be so tough, and was in a dilemma for a while.

At this time, a person came out from behind, holding a round instrument in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one held by Professor Wu before. There were also red and green dots on it. He said to the person who was trying to smooth things over, "A red dot representing a high-level zombie suddenly appeared nearby. Maybe someone upstairs used a transformation needle."

Zombies don't move at night, let alone a rainy night like this, so it's only possible that someone has transformed.

The group of people behind them turned pale when they heard that they were high-level zombies. They know very well what this means. It is no exaggeration to say that a high-level zombie can scare them so much that they dare not move with just one look.

The man who was trying to smooth things over snorted coldly and put the gun back, "What are you afraid of? No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife. Wasn't that zombie shot in the head by the boss last time?"

When those people heard this, their faces suddenly looked better.

However, they subconsciously ignored one thing, that is, the zombie had been maimed before its head was shot. If you want to headshot a zombie, you must be able to hit the opponent.

Naturally, the person trying to smooth things over would not specifically point this out, lest it damage morale.

Seeing that the gun was put back, the old dog snorted coldly, but did not continue to take action. After all, it's not a good feeling to have a gun to your head and have your life or death depend on someone else's thoughts.

The man who smoothed things over went on to say, "Anyway, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here. Let's continue now."

The old dog reluctantly moved on, this time without any urging.

When they arrived on the seventh floor, the man holding the instrument said, "The energy response is more intense. The target should be very close to us."

The old dog glanced at the empty corridor and twitched his nose, "One of the smells is approaching here quickly, but why can't I see anyone?"

The next second, the old dog's head seemed to have been chopped by an invisible knife, and suddenly fell to the ground.

And this scene was even more terrifying than the fat man being chopped just now. This time, he died without even seeing the opponent's shadow, so those people ran back one after another.

However, as soon as they turned around, they were mercilessly killed. It was as if there was an invisible person, holding an invisible knife, massacring them.

Moreover, the killing started from the back of the team, so their retreat was obviously blocked. However, they couldn't figure out how the other party got around to the back.

Some people didn't want to die inexplicably like this, so they slashed at the air with a knife, but it had no effect. In the end, he still fell down. He couldn't even see where the opponent was, and he couldn't even hit him with a knife.

The person who was trying to smooth things over was just stunned for a moment before he realized that most of the people he brought were dead, with one person falling almost every second. And the most important thing is that the back road is blocked, which means that he has to die here. So, he rushed out and pointed his gun forward, but he didn't know where to shoot. In the end, he had to shoot twice randomly into the air.

However, all the bullets hit the wall, leaving two bullet holes. No sound of the other party being shot was heard, and no blood or black liquid was seen flowing out on the ground. Apparently, both shots missed.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulders, and he couldn't move his whole body.

Then, with the sound of "Kacha", in the horrified eyes of the remaining group of people, the small pistol was broken into two pieces.

Only then did he and Wang Qiushui come out from the corner of the stairs.

Wang Qiu Shui's outstretched hand held the Soul-Severing Knife and just retracted it. The massacre just now was naturally all her fault. In order not to be hit, she chose to extend her arms. This way, the body can hide in a safe place and only need to extend its hands.

Invisibility was an ability he acquired from Qiu Zhilan again after 12 o'clock. From the beginning, he took Wang Qiu Shui and hid in the corridor on the seventh floor. When the old dog appeared, he saw the other person's nose twitching and knew that the other person had a keen sense of smell, so he asked Wang Qiu Shui to stretch out his hand and kill the old dog first.

Then, while the group was in confusion, Wang Qiushui stretched out his arms and jumped down the stairs with him, directly blocking the group's escape route and ensuring that no one was let go.

As for why he just cut off the gun instead of cutting off the hand, it was not to look cool, but mainly because he didn't want to waste the healing medicine. After all, they would have to interrogate each other later. If they cut off the hand, it would be in vain if the other party bleeds to death.

The remaining people were completely stunned. How could they fight? The opponent's knife was as sharp as clay and could cut even a pistol. The kitchen knives in their hands were like children playing house.

Someone came forward and begged for mercy, "Can you let me go? I don't want to come. I was forced."

He shook his head. Being forced was no reason. If he hadn't had a bell to sound the alarm, the consequences would have been hard to predict. The knife of life and death was swung, and the head fell to the ground.

When the remaining people saw that begging for mercy was useless, they held the knife and wanted to come over and fight. In fact, he glanced at the stairs, probably trying to force the two of them back so he could escape. However, as soon as they arrived in front of Wang Qiushui, their bodies could not move, and they could only watch helplessly as the opponent's knife slashed across their throats.

In the end, only the headless corpses and the man who smoothed things over were left on the ground.

The man looked at the corpse beside him, his eyes a little numb, and shiveringly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "If you want to know anything, just ask. I just hope you can give me a good time."