Zombie little milk dog he is not good

Chapter 233 Give up, I want to give up

Will doesn't want to live, he wants to live!
Crazy, really crazy, Will the lunatic.

Arthur looked at the zombies below, his ugly face stared straight into his eyes, and his heart felt cold.

He panicked and kept urging James.

Will raised his hand, and the red flame slowly burned the steel cable.

Everyone knows that once steel encounters flames, it will melt and break after a certain period of time.

The zombie behind Will chased up and bit his arm.

He snorted, but the flame didn't stop, the steel cable was still burning.

James completely ignored Arthur's urging behind him. In fact, he tried his best. This is a slope that goes up obliquely, and the speed will only get slower and slower as he goes to the back.

Even if Arthur yelled out his throat from behind, the speed was only so fast.

"Roar, roar—"

More and more zombies fell on Will, and the surveillance personnel watching this scene couldn't help getting goosebumps all over their bodies. After all, this live broadcast was shocking and sympathetic.

It's just that what the supervisors don't understand is why these people don't choose to abandon the game?
Will was covered in blood, which made the zombies beside him even more excited.

The red flames came and went, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground and became the food of the zombies.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he thought it was all right, the steel cable suddenly broke.

"Ahhh!"

Unprepared, Arthur slammed into the wall with the gravity and fell into the pile of zombies. Countless zombies rushed over, the pain, the pain that went deep into the bone marrow.

"Abandon the game! I want to give up the game!"

Even if you go back and be revoked by the western leader, it doesn't matter!
Unfortunately, it was too late.

The moment the monitoring personnel heard Arthur say that he had abandoned the game, they immediately sent someone to respond, even if they got back a corpse or a zombie, there must be someone anyway.

James also landed vertically, but he has climbed four-fifths of the wire rope, although he also hit the wall, but fortunately he can bear it.

And with his height, zombies can only touch his feet.

"Get out, get out of here."

James kicked twice indiscriminately. He was the only one left among the four of them within a few minutes. No matter how strong his heart was, he was a little scared after all.

He's terrified of being next.

With strong perseverance, James grabbed the steel cable with both hands and tried hard to climb the net.

Just a little, just a little bit and he made it.

James looked at the window that was getting closer and closer, panting heavily, planning to go all out.

James looked up and put his hand on the edge of the window sill suddenly.

"hiss!"

There was a sharp pain from being pierced by a sharp object in the palm of my hand, and I retracted it reflexively.

James almost lost his balance, and fell a little bit.

He grabbed the steel cable with one hand and fell in the air, swaying, as if he was about to fall into the pile of zombies in the next second.

He raised his hand and looked down, there was a piece of glass in the palm of his hand, which was not big or small, but it went deep into the palm of his hand.

hiss--

Where did the glass come from! ?
He clearly remembered that the glass on the window sill had been cleaned.

The screams of zombies were all under his feet, as if he would fall into a catastrophe if he couldn't hold on.

James doesn't want to give up the game. For a person like him, he is absolutely unwilling to give up the game.

It means that he can't even enter the second round.

No, he will never allow it!

Never allow this to happen!
James opened his mouth and bit the glass, and stepped back with his hands.

"what!"

He forcibly held back the pain in his palm, and then grabbed the steel cable again to climb up.

(End of this chapter)