Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

The two took two steps forward, and then Su Han suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Bro, this mental hospital was still in use before the apocalypse, so it must have patients. How come I haven't seen a single zombie?"

"They should all be inside," Sun Liang said dismissively.

"The four of them drove over, and the loud engine noise didn't even lure out the zombies?"

Sun Liang listened to Su Han's words in silence.

He wasn't stupid; after Su Han's reminder, he immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Even if something was wrong, they had to get there. It was too far from the Fuxing Base, and without the car and the fuel, it would be impossible for the two of them to get back.

"You wait here, I'll go check. If I'm not back in half an hour, you run."

Sun Liang patted Su Han's shoulder heavily, put all his food and water on the ground, and only took a gun and a knife.

Su Han knew there were intermediate-level zombies inside, so of course she wouldn't let Sun Liang go to his death alone.

"I'll go with you."

"no."

"You don't trust my skills? You might not even be able to beat me."

"..."

Sun Liang felt that this kid was constantly provoking him.

But what Su Han said was true, so Sun Liang couldn't insist any further and threw the gun in his hand to him.

"Take this for self-defense."

Su Han tossed the gun back, saying, "You keep it. My marksmanship is terrible."

He had tried using a gun during a mission at Hope Base, but it wasn't as effective as simply smashing the zombie's head with the gun butt.

Sun Liang stopped insisting, and the two quickly and quietly moved closer to the building.

The skulls of intermediate-level zombies are harder, and ordinary melee weapons cannot destroy their brains; they can only be killed with guns.

Last time, the mid-level zombie at the revival base was killed by sniping it in the head with a heavy sniper rifle, almost blowing its entire head off before it was finally killed.

Su Han stared at the small pistol in Sun Liang's hand, a little worried about whether it could actually penetrate the skull of a mid-level zombie.

They arrived at the bread truck. Sun Liang stood guard while Su Han opened the door and searched the truck.

The car was full of food and drinks, and even the warm clothes were neatly folded, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

Nothing was missing, and there was no blood, indicating that the person left voluntarily.

Sun Liang nodded and was the first to climb in through the nearest window.

The mental hospital has a traditional decor, with long corridors lined with neatly arranged wards, each locked with an iron door.

Su Han and Sun Liang checked along the way and found zombie corpses in some of the wards. Judging from their freshness and the state of death, they were probably killed by their teammates last night.

"They wanted to spend the night inside," Sun Liang said.

It's too cold outside, so they want to spend the night inside the building. If it were him, he would do the same.

Before Su Han's warning, everyone underestimated the danger level of this hospital.

"Ah Mao!"

Sun Liang noticed a member of the team lying on the ground and immediately went to help.

The team member was pale, his skin cold and bloodless, but thankfully his chest was still rising and falling. Sun Liang raised his hand and checked the man's nose; he was still breathing.

"Still alive, just passed out." Sun Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Han frowned.

Ah Mao had no obvious external injuries, so why did he faint? It couldn't have been from being scared by the zombies.

"Get the person into the car first, then find the others."

Sun Liang lifted one of A Mao's arms, preparing to lift him up.

"Let go!!" Su Han's cold rebuke suddenly rang in his ears, and then Sun Liang was pushed away by a strong force.

He rolled twice on the ground, struggling to regain his balance. When he looked up again, he saw that "A Mao" had opened his bloodshot eyes.

The countless worm-like wriggling lines beneath the eyeballs are chilling.

Intermediate-level zombie!

Sun Liang felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Having failed to kill the intermediate-level zombie, it immediately lunged at Su Han, who was closer to it. Sun Liang immediately drew his gun and fired a shot into the zombie's head.

The zombie was too fast. The shot missed its head, but pierced its neck, leaving a bloody hole.

This minor injury won't stop the zombies from moving.

The intermediate-level zombie immediately realized which of the two people posed a greater threat to him, and turned to pounce on Sun Liang.

Caught off guard, Sun Liang was grabbed by the neck and thrown to the ground, his gun flying from his hand and landing at Su Han's feet.

"shot!"

Sun Liang grabbed the intermediate-level zombie by the chin and pinned it down, then rolled over and pinned the zombie beneath him.

The zombie stretched its neck and desperately moved closer to Sun Liang. The two wrestled, and Sun Liang's arms cracked as his bones slowly broke.

At the critical moment, a fire broke out on the head of the intermediate-level zombie.

The crimson flames impaired the zombies' five senses.

Sun Liang's fire-based ability played a crucial role; he seized the opportunity to kick the zombie away and stand up, his arm almost completely numb.

Su Han held the gun, and for the first time hesitated.

shot?

Sun Liang was so close to the zombie that if he missed, the shot would have hit Sun Liang in the head.

"Shoot!!" Sun Liang roared.

The intermediate-level zombie rolled on the ground, and the fire went out.

It opened its blood-red eyes and pounced on Su Han, who was now a greater threat to it.

Seeing this, Sun Liang disregarded the excruciating pain in his arm and desperately rushed forward to stop him.

The human and the zombie started fighting again.

"I fucking told you to shoot!"

If you hesitate any longer, it will be too late!

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Han took a deep breath and decisively fired a shot into the zombie's head.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the zombie fell to the ground.

Sun Liang's face stiffened, and he fell heavily to the ground.

bingo!

Su Han gasped for breath, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Brother, I hit my target!"

He happily took two steps forward, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

The intermediate-level zombie had a hole the size of a bowl in its head, its head was almost crushed, something that his small pistol could never have done.

"Hiss... That gunshot just now... it was a sniper." Sun Liang lay half-dead on the ground, groaning in pain.

Did someone else fire the shot?

Su Han was taken aback.

"Did I miss?"

"I got it..."

"Where did you hit him?"

"On my butt..."

The thing Sun Liang regretted most in his life was letting Su Han fire the shot.

If the shot missed, so be it. Even if it hit Sun Liang on the head and he died, it was just bad luck and a worthless life.

But being hit on the buttocks is worse than death!

Who would have thought that someone with such high combat skills would have such terrible marksmanship!

Sun Liang, a burly man, lay on the ground trembling in pain.

Su Han knelt beside Sun Liang, feeling utterly helpless for the first time. "Brother, the bullet seems to have gone through, but didn't get stuck in your butt. There's a first-aid kit in the car, I'll bandage you up..."

Sun Liang was so angry upon hearing this that he almost vomited blood.

One bullet pierced two holes; he didn't know whether to say Su Han's marksmanship was good or bad.

"Never mind me, go find who fired the shot!" Sun Liang shouted through gritted teeth.

The person who fired the shot must be a living person; that's more terrifying than a zombie.

No sooner had Sun Liang finished speaking than a black figure nimbly flipped in through the window.

The black military boots landed with a soft thud.