Amid the hail of bullets, the motorcycle burst through the zombie horde at high speed, crushing countless undead into rotting flesh, then racing toward the intersection. Zombies stumbled in pursuit. From above, even zombies from nearby streets were drawn by the commotion, gathering and forming an impressive, growing procession.
The gruesome horde of dismembered, bleeding, wide-eyed corpses was terrifying. But in a moment of life and death, no one had time for fear. The motorcyclist made a sharp turn at the intersection, roaring into Southeast Avenue!
A thunderous sound, and the parking lot gate slowly rose, the biochemical vehicle crushing zombies unable to dodge beneath its tires.
“Captain—” Yan Hao shouted. From the second floor, Rong Zhou supported himself on the windowsill and leaped down, landing heavily on the vehicle roof.
The armored vehicle roared with acceleration. Zhou Rong’s eyebrows jumped as he saw the motorcycle burst through the zombie encirclement, with no choice but to charge into East Street!
“Detour for support! Search for the best route!”
Zhou Rong shouted amid flying shell casings: “Prepare to turn around!”
In the driver’s cabin, the GPS screen showed changing routes, and Yan Hao immediately spun the steering wheel.
At the same time on East Street, the motorcycle rider leaned forward, rushing through the sea of corpses at lightning speed, when suddenly a dense black row of hydraulic roadblocks appeared ahead!
The motorcycle’s speed had already reached 200km/h, with the roadblocks just 300 meters away.
The motorcycle rider’s pupils contracted tightly. The dashboard’s pointer shook violently, hitting the bottom limit, with the exhaust pipe sounding like an enraged beast’s roar.
“He’s going to break through…” Yan Hao whispered softly.
Like Moses’ staff splitting the sea, the motorcycle burst out from the layers of zombie crowds, instantly charging onto the roadblock’s steel plate —
Time seemed to freeze, even the wind suddenly going silent.
In midair, the motorcycle rotated 360 degrees, drawing a blazing arc of fire.
Zhou Rong threw out a grappling hook: “Catch—”
In the wild wind, the young man extended his arm, the rope with its iron hook accurately wrapping around his wrist, then he pushed off the motorcycle, flying towards Zhou Rong.
The heavy motorcycle spun wildly, diving into the zombie tide, then erupting in a earth-shattering explosion!
