185: Rat tide hedge! Consider him as your life goal!

Bang!

Before the glasses-wearing man could regret it, his entire body had already fallen heavily to the ground.

Because his legs hit the ground first while kneeling, both legs suffered comminuted fractures.

Following that, he landed heavily on his side, shattering the bone in his left shoulder, and his arm snapped with a 'crack'.

Then came his head.

Although his head was the last to hit the ground, it still received a significant impact, causing a massive intracranial hemorrhage, leading to instant death and complete demise.

His eyes were completely filled with the burst and overflowing blood, showing no trace of white. Even his dark pupils deepened in color.

The next second, blood slowly flowed from his nose, mouth, and ears, a truly tragic sight.

"That guy is really beyond saving." Fu Weiqiang knew that the glasses-wearing man was timid and had poor psychological endurance, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

He had the courage to die, but not the courage to live.

Truly lamentable.

"Wait! Is that... rats? Rats are coming in through the window!" A casual glance from the Crossbowman caused his eyes to widen to their limit.

His eyes were like goldfish eyes, as if they could fall out of their sockets at any moment.

"Close the window! Close the window quickly!" It must be admitted that when Fu Weiqiang realized the window behind him was open and Mutated Rats were entering from outside, his heart was gradually filled with despair.

Thoughts like "Is it really meaningful to keep going?" and "Perhaps, it wouldn't be bad to just give myself a shot to the heart or head and die quickly" kept popping into his mind.

"No! Those rats look different." The sniper's eyes narrowed, his gaze focused. After seeing more clearly, a hint of pleasant surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Different?" Fu Weiqiang confirmed that his flamethrower was aimed correctly, quickly seized the opportunity, and turned his head to look.

"These rats look like the Undead of the Undead Monarch!" The Crossbowman said what Fu Weiqiang was about to say.

"Don't get happy too soon, maybe they just happen to look alike." The Little Youth responsible for adding fuel showed a pessimistic expression.

He was convinced that in this situation, survival was difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven!

He had almost no hope left.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment will be. It's better to be prepared for death.

The others heard this and felt that what he said made some sense. They raised the sniper rifles and crossbows in their hands. They were originally planning to be vigilant, but when they saw countless Undead Rats squeezing through the window, deforming the frame, cracking the wall, and pouring in in large numbers.

After a brief moment of After a moment of silence, they silently put down their weapons.

Every cell in their body and mind seemed to be reminding them: It's useless, don't do any more useless work.

Just as everyone was mentally prepared, closed their eyes, and accepted being swallowed by the Undead Rat tide.

They heard the chaotic squeaking of the Undead Rats rushing past them like a flood.

Opening their eyes, they found that the Undead Rats had actually bypassed them and were heading straight for the Mutated Rat swarm.

Seeing this, Fu Weiqiang also released the trigger in time.

The flames retracted, leaving a single wisp of fire, which Fu Weiqiang extinguished by pressing the muzzle to the ground.

After confirming that the Undead Rats were not enemies, and certainly not monsters, but belonged to Chen Ming's Undead Legion, he dared not act rashly.

He was worried that if he accidentally injured the Undead, he would be considered an enemy by the Undead Monarch, who was controlling this group of Undead Rats from somewhere unknown at the moment.

Facing the Mutated Rat tide, Fu Weiqiang still had some thoughts of resistance and struggle in his heart.

But if he were to truly face the Undead Legion, although most of what he knew about the Undead Monarch's power was hearsay, it was enough to make Fu Weiqiang not dare to have any thought of resistance.

A figure who could pressure the entire country, no, the entire globe, to the point of being unable to breathe.

Even the Eagle Faction, which had always been arrogant and domineering and was known as the Blue Star's troublemaker, had to bow its head and compromise when facing him, let alone himself?

On the other side, after the flamethrower stopped outputting flames, the Mutated Rats, who were afraid of fire, immediately let go and launched a counterattack.

Their eagerness and madness were terrifying to behold.

They piled up two-thirds of the height of the entire hotel corridor.

Trampling and stacking on top of each other, they galloped on all fours.

Without exception, they all wanted to get ahead of the other rats, fiercely tear off large chunks of flesh from Fu Weiqiang and the others, and fill their bellies.

Completely reduced to killing machines controlled by hunger.

In this regard, the Undead Rats and they had a similar uncanny resemblance.

The two rat tides clashed fiercely, like fire and water that are incompatible. Water wants to extinguish the fire, and fire wants to evaporate the water. Neither gives way.

"How, how shocking!"

"I didn't expect our lives to be saved by monsters."

"Shut up! The Undead Monarch is not a monster!" The Crossbowman, who was a worshipper himself, heard this and angrily rebuked.

The Little Youth heard this, met her fierce gaze, and quickly shook his head and waved his hands, explaining, "I, I wasn't talking about him, I was talking about these Undead."

After understanding what he meant to express, the Crossbowman stopped arguing with him.

"Hoo..." The Little Youth saw the Crossbowman's gaze move away from him, patted his chest lightly, and let out a sigh of relief.

It was rare to see a woman with such a terrifying look in her eyes!

He remembered that not long ago, she was a neighbor's older sister who had just graduated from university, as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Now...

He secretly sighed, 'The environment really does change a person!'

In contrast, he, who had previously been at the top of his class in school, full of youthful spirit, and called 'someone else's child' by countless parents, had fallen to the point where he could only mix in with the team, doing odd jobs and barely having enough to eat.

Taking out his phone, which had long since run out of battery and automatically shut down, the Little Youth's eyes revealed a look of determination, and he said, "I'll go into the room and see if there's a power bank."

With that, the Little Youth faced the rat tide and planned to walk to the window to pick up the fire axe that the glasses-wearing man had thrown there earlier.

All the hotel room doors were locked. Apart from breaking down the doors by force, there was no other better option.

Watching the rat tide actively avoid him, rushing and sweeping past him from beside him and overhead.

The extent of the Little Youth's shock was fully displayed on his face.

At this moment, he could understand why the Crossbowman would regard the Undead Monarch as an idol to worship.

The Little Youth also silently set a goal in his heart: in the future, even if he could achieve one percent, no, one-thousandth of the Undead Monarch's achievements, it would be enough.

He thought this was not being greedy.

However, if he knew Chen Ming's true strength, he would understand that the number one-thousandth and the words 'not greedy' were completely unrelated.

After picking up the fire axe, the Little Youth aimed at the card reader and swung his hands heavily horizontally.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

After seven or eight swings, he finally destroyed the entire lock structure and successfully entered the hotel room.

He held the fire axe tightly in his hands, not daring to be careless.

Right now, the quieter, seemingly harmonious atmosphere, the more likely it is to harbor unimaginable danger!