Chapter 8

"Lord Qin Lun, wuwuwu, sister Hu Fei is dead..." Xiaolian nervously hugged Qin Lun's neck and sobbed bitterly.

"I'm sorry! When I run into danger, Joey will show up... " Qin Lun's eyes dimmed, clapped the back of the little beauty, and whispered.

"Let's go, we're out of line!" Seeing that Qin Lun was back to normal, Lin Feng took a sigh of relief. The pressure around Joey was so great that the string in his heart was almost broken.

In the next few floors of the corridor, this mixed team encountered several waves of zombies. However, compared with a team of more than ten people, a small number of zombies did not cause any danger of blocking the passage. Only two more federal soldiers were killed as shields, and the prisoners were wounded.

After catching up with the team, several people got to know a lot about the mixed team in their intermittent conversation with lily. After getting some knives and weapons in the canteen and other places, the death prisoners who escaped from the cell area were forced to the control Hall of the base by scattered zombies, and met the surviving base researchers and federal soldiers.

Originally, there were more than 50 people in this team, more than 20 federal soldiers, and more than 10 scientific researchers in the base, four times as many as the dead prisoners. With the exception of a very small number of people hiding in the corner of the base, they have included the vast majority of survivors.

At the beginning, the federal soldiers were the largest group, but they had to take care of the weak base researchers while they were afraid of being infected by the zombie virus. They fought and shrunk and were gradually separated and eaten by the corpse group. After the number was reduced to a certain extent, they finally became the guards of the prisoners.

The dead prisoners themselves are living in death. They fight against the zombies fearlessly. They have no worries in the hand to hand combat. They need nothing to survive. From the bloody battle in the base control hall to the safe passage, although everyone was injured, only a few people died, which in turn controlled the declining federal side.

With the passage of time, this small group of survivors with only twelve or three people left finally entered the exit corridor of the base from the safety staircase. This corridor is about seven meters wide and more than 30 meters long. The ground is an automatic transmission guide, but now the transmission guide can no longer move.

The iron gate at the exit of the corridor is over 10 cm thick, which is extremely heavy. Although there is a pulley at the bottom, it is not easy to push it away.

After the team came out of the security stairs, zombies at the bottom Hall of the base at the other end of the corridor had noticed this side, and began to drag their staggering steps and slowly leaned over. The area of the hall on the ground floor is very large. There are almost hundreds of zombies. It's not for everyone's wounded prisoners to fight back.

Only by pushing open the iron gate of the base can they have a chance of life.

After entering the exit passage, Qin Lun could not support it any more, and sat down in the corner of the passage. He lost too much blood, his face was white, and he kept sweating from his forehead.

"How are you, great demon!" Xiaolian crouches in front of Qin Lun and asks anxiously.

"Don't be too far away from me!" Qin Lun glanced at the group of death row prisoners scattered in the distance and said softly.

Then he closed his eyes and raised his spirits. He stopped caring about Xiaolian.

At this time, the prisoners standing behind the last three Union soldiers winked at each other, each with a ferocious smile. He quietly raised his sharp knife and stabbed the three federal soldiers in the waist.

"Ah!" Three short screams were heard at the same time. The federal soldiers fell to the ground with hatred on their faces. The prisoners dragged one foot directly and threw it to the other end of the corridor, blocking the front of the corpses.

During this period of fighting with zombies, prisoners have found that these zombies are neither infected with viruses, nor have any intelligence, leaving only the instinct to eat. As long as there is "food" near them, they will even turn a blind eye to others in the distance.

The best way to stop them is not to fight, but to put a corpse in front of them, so that everyone else is safe until the food is eaten.

"It seems that three corpses are not enough for a hundred zombies!" In the death row, a big bald man with fierce expression showed a gloomy smile, "it's better to have a few wastes and make a little contribution to everyone."

The bald man, named Chekov, is a Russian Mafia leader and also a serial murderer, nicknamed "chameleon".

Chekov is about two meters tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. He weighs at least 240 pounds. Standing there is just like a wall. Although his muscles are not as developed as Hansen's, he has a clear outline and is not a fat man. Compared with Lilly, the thinnest of the prisoners, it's the difference between children and adults.

Seeing no response from others, Chekov narrowed his eyes slightly, tore up his tattered prison clothes and revealed the blue and purple tattoos all over his upper body, which is also the source of his nickname "chameleon".

The fleshy Russian prisoner looked fiercely at other people. His eyes first fell on lily, the smallest human demon. Looking at Chekov's ferocious eyes, Lily shivered all over and looked to Hansen, his disciple, for help.With a grin on his lips, the disciple took a step forward quietly, blocking Lily behind him, and glanced coldly at Chekov, the chameleon. The vision of the two devils, in the air staggered out of a fierce spark.

"Hum!" The flesh on Chekov's face twitched slightly, snorted coldly and looked away.

Although there are many killers in this death row, there are still differences between killers and killers. This difference is mainly reflected in the federal assessment of the degree of danger of the killers, which is also the measurement standard between the killers.

As for the number of murders, in this death row, Hansen, the disciple, admitted that he was the second, and no one would dare to admit that he was the first. After all, when he was a mercenary or a boy scout, he was full of blood, which is why the Federal District 91 would imprison him at the top of the cell.

Another killer of the same level on the third floor of the cell is Qin Lun, the "dissector" Joey foster. Qin Lun's situation is different from Hansen's. although his number of murders is not so many among all the murderers, the danger level assessed by the federal government is no less than that of his disciples.

The reason is that many of the targets of other serial killers are ordinary people. Since Qin Lun entered Handan prison, most of the people he killed were dead prisoners, even some famous serial killers.

The murderous name of "dissector" Joey foster is a taboo among death row inmates, which can be said to be the murderer among the murderers. That's why Lily almost peed in her pants when she recognized Qin Lun's identity, and even Hansen, the disciple, didn't want to go with Qin Lun.

Realizing that he could not deal with lily, Chekov's fierce eyes swept around again and finally focused on the three Qin Lun.

The Russian prisoner looked at Qin Lun's eyes and showed a little fear. However, when he saw the timid little figure beside the murderer, he finally opened his mouth, smiled cruelly and strode away.

Qin Lun, who kept his eyes closed, didn't dare to provoke him. Lin Feng also changed into a prison uniform, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured. However, the little girl in the nurse's uniform seems to be the best target at present.

Although the little nurse huddled beside Qin Lun, Chekov was confident that he was seriously injured and that the "dissector" who was dying would not care about the life and death of a base nurse.

Russian big man opens a palm fan big hand, one pinches lotus's neck, carries her like chicken in the air.

"Ah!" Xiaolian's feet pedaled in fear, but a pair of pink fist hit Chekov, like a dragonfly shaking a tree, which had no effect on the Russian Han.

"Ha ha!" Chekov licked his lips excitedly, with a ferocity in his eyes and a little force on his hands.

Xiaolian's beautiful face is purple, her mouth is as big as a dead fish, her eyes are slowly white, and her eyes will be crushed alive by Chekov.

But at this time, Chekov suddenly saw that the prisoners in the distance were slightly changed, with strange smiles, and looked at him jokingly, as if they were watching a good play.

As soon as the Russian big man was cool, he immediately realized something was wrong and turned around. The remaining light in the corner of the eye immediately found that a ghost like figure was standing quietly behind him. The two bright bloodstains in the pupil of the figure, like the sudden ghost fire in the hell, stare at themselves quietly.

"You..." Chekov was shocked and his face was twisted.

Seeing that Chekov found himself, Qin Lun suddenly showed a ferocious smile, with a swift wave of his right hand behind him.

"Poof!" In the corridor, there seems to be a black lightning, which is shaped like a Black Dagger with scissors. It goes in from the left temple of the Russian Han and out from the right temple, stabbing his bald head from left to right.

Chekov's twisted expression froze on his face, staring at Qin Lun's pair of ox eyes, which gradually lost their luster. With a sound of "bang" of his huge body, he fell straight to the ground and aroused a mass of dust.

"Cough!" Xiaolian, who broke away from Chekov's hands, coughed on the ground.

Lin Feng glanced at Chekov's body with a pale face, holding the nurse to the corner. For Qin Lun, who had just started killing people, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

The red light in Qin Lun's eyes receded quietly, and he put two daggers on Chekov's body without expression. He sat in the corner again and closed his eyes, but the waves were aroused in his heart.

Just now, when he killed Chekov, a cool breath flowed into his palm along with the Black Dagger. The egg shaped pattern in the palm of his right hand changed from "death list" even jumped slightly.

At the time of Qin Lun's accident at the base, he once "saw" the simple tablet computer storing death row data, which is his own "death list", integrating an orange colored polycrystal. At that time, he was just curious. In the process of contacting with him, the "death list" was integrated into his palm.

Now, under the stimulation of this cool breath, the "death list" seems to wake up, sending out regular pulse, as if Qin Lun had another small heart in his palm.