Seven or eight figures ran out from each room to check on the situation in the corridor. They had no idea what had just happened. They were shouting in the smoke-filled corridor. The situation was chaotic, and no one could warn them immediately. The corridor was too enclosed. Even if they were not killed by the explosion, they would be deafened by the sound of the explosion.
"Da da da …" Amidst the sound of gunfire, countless bullets pierced through the thick black smoke, and screams rang out in the smoke. The smoke blocked their vision, and those people didn't know where the attack came from. They picked up their rifles and fired in all directions, waiting to shoot or be shot by others.
Deafening gunshots rang out in the corridor. Fluorescent bullets flew everywhere in the smoke. The walls on the sides of the corridor were punched by bullets. Some of the densely packed areas had become bowl-sized holes. A timid man did not open fire. He threw his rifle aside and sat in the corner with his hands on his head.
Standing at the window and shooting from afar were two different concepts from shooting at close range. When the walls around him were riddled with bullet holes, when flying bullets hit his face, when the whistling bullets flashed in his ears, when he couldn't see anything clearly, when he couldn't tell who was his ally and who was the enemy, he collapsed.
Bullets hit the wall above his head, and dust fell on his head and body like raindrops. Screams rang out in the smoke, and the sound of bodies falling to the ground reached his ears. He hugged his head and trembled. Then his crotch felt hot and wet, and a foul smell flowed out from his body, merging with the stream of blood in front of him. It was really like he was peeing while others were bleeding.
It was a very strange smell, but Zhang Xiao Qiang did not reject it. He felt a sense of familiarity, as though this smell was imprinted in his bones. After smelling it again, he felt a sense of reincarnation. He even felt that he had died on the battlefield in his previous life, and before he died, this smell had been imprinted in his soul, all the way to this life.
"Ka …" A new clip was inserted into the body of the gun. "Hua la …" The bolt of the rifle was pulled open. Zhang Xiao Qiang carried the rifle and walked along the corridor that was filled with smoke and blood. The floor of the corridor was soaked with blood. He walked very carefully. The bloody floor was somewhat slippery. In the pool of blood, there were pieces of flesh, broken bones and internal organs scattered around his feet.
A zombie being dismembered and a living person being dismembered were two different concepts. Although they had the same structure and content, it looked very tragic. At least zombies did not have such rich expressions before they died. Also, the internal organs of zombies were the same as their skin color. Even if they were dismembered, there would be no difference. But the dismembered body at his feet looked … Eh … What a bird … I won't describe it.
I don't want to see it and lose my appetite … Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the blood-soaked floor. Body parts were left behind him. He was a little surprised. It seemed that he had only used half a magazine and this person was dead. After shooting, he hid behind the wall and waited for the bullets to hit him. Who knew that there was a lot of fighting going on inside. But not a single bullet flew out from the entrance of the corridor. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang depressed. Where did all the bullets go?
"Creak …" His right foot stepped on a rifle that was covered in blood. "Hua … Zhi …" The rifle was kicked away by him. It spun on the floor and slid to a corner.
"Ah … Ah … Ah …" A miserable howl came from the corner.
The cowardly guy was holding his head and trembling. The gunshots and hail of bullets had already stopped, but he didn't seem to notice at all. A rifle covered in blood slashed across the ground and slammed into his body. All of his fear erupted at this moment. He held his head and rolled about in the mixture of urine and blood, struggling as if he had suffered some serious injuries.
A pair of blood-soaked military shoes stood next to his head. His eyes swept over the pair of large feet, and he struggled to sit up from the ground. A man covered in blood stood in front of him with a rifle in his hand. The rifle in the man's hand was also dyed red with blood, and the black muzzle was pointed at his forehead.
"Hehe … You guys are here?
Hehe … I knew it. I knew you guys would come back. You guys are here for revenge?
Hehe … I know … I know … After I eat you guys, you guys will definitely come back. Haha … Eat me, eat me … An eye for an eye … "
Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the man in disgust as he muttered to himself. He had already gone mad, his eyes were unfocused, and as he spoke, saliva dripped down from his mouth, trailing down his chest.
"Bang …" A long flame shot out from the muzzle of the gun. The man's forehead suddenly exploded. A piece of his skull flew out along with his hair. The man's brain splattered everywhere. He fell into the pool of blood with his lifeless eyes.
"Drip … Drip …" The blood that was drenched in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hair dripped down along his red hair. It dripped into the pool of blood on the ground with a soft sound. This sound was originally inaudible, but it was so clear in this corridor that was littered with corpses. Smoke, blood, and organs that were scattered on the ground constantly emitted a strange smell that seemed to be fermenting.
Smelling this strange smell, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even frown. He looked around, trying to find Bai Xiao's body. There were seven or eight bodies lying in the pool of blood. Their bodies were full of deep bullet holes. In the middle of these bodies were pieces of exploded corpses. These corpses could no longer be distinguished from their previous identities and appearances. Zhang Xiaoqiang also didn't know if Bai Xiao was among these corpses.
If he couldn't find him, then he wouldn't. Holding the rifle across his chest, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and walked forward. The military shoes that landed in the pool of blood splashed with blood. As the blood splashed, the soles of the military shoes that were constantly dripping with blood steadily moved forward, once again splashing in the pool of blood. In the midst of the blood splashing, Zhang Xiaoqiang reached the staircase of the third floor.
A few dark lines of blood circled up the staircase. The blood lines fell into the eyes of Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was constantly dripping with blood. He became vigilant. These were left behind by the guy who escaped from the second floor. Not everyone could escape with their lives in the chaos just now.