After Yang Yifei confirmed the location, he immediately decided to join forces with these special police, so that their combat effectiveness would inevitably increase greatly.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifei placed his backpack horizontally in front of him and greeted: "Get on the car, there seems to be survivors over there, let's go over."

"Ok, three grams of oil, three grams of oil, Wairui scolded me, my name is Jefferson Wade, you can call me l·j, what's your name? I can't always call you Kung Fu boy, right?" Jefferson stepped onto the back seat happily and said endlessly.

Yang Yifei casually said: "Wright, Wright Yang, sit down."

As a man, Jefferson was naturally embarrassed to hug Yang Yifei's waist like Alice. He leaned back slightly and grabbed the rear of the car tightly.

...

On the roof of Xilin Theater, a s.t.a.r.s.s.s.s.s wearing a cowboy hat with mp4 headphones stuffed in his ears, sitting on a chair, holding an m24 sws sniper rifle, is playing the game of killing zombies.

He was surrounded by a box of 7.62x51mm nato bullets. Yes, it was the type used for the rapid-fire machine gun that Yang Yifei snatched.

There was a box of open bullets and a bottle of beer on the ammunition box. He saw a zombie staggeringly walking, immediately pulled the bolt and shot it at the zombie's chest.

"Bang"

The zombie's heart was shot through, but it was useless. The zombie just shook and stood firm. The sniper calmly pulled the bolt and loaded it again, shouting: "I have bullets."

"Bang"

In the second shot, he shot through the zombie's head.

"Yohoo...I'm a sharpshooter."

With an arrogant scream, the sniper grabbed the beer and sipped it, and his head swayed to the rhythm of the music in the headphones.

“Buzz…”

"Bang"

A roar of engine suddenly came, and the sniper put down his beer and looked curiously through the sniper glass.

I saw a young man wearing a black leather jacket, a group of cool long-haired men with weapons all over his body, riding a heavy motorcycle and a guy with a scent of silk, driving here.

While he was driving, a female zombie was swaying towards the motorcycle. She saw the boy holding the accelerator handle with his right hand and pulling out a pistol from under his ribs with his left hand. He shot the female zombie's head.

The sniper said with interest: "A good guy, but why does this guy look so familiar? It seems that he has seen it somewhere."

Yang Yifei stopped the motorcycle in front of the theater door, and Jefferson jumped first. After Yang Yifei kicked out of the stand, he waved to the roof and smiled and said, "My man, you have to keep an eye on it, don't let my car be touched by those disgusting things."

After several identifications, the sniper finally recognized Yang Yifei, stood up and smiled and said, "It turned out to be you, the kung fu boy who bravely saved the female anchor, haha, your legs are so strong. The one I admire most is Bruce Lee. If you have the chance, you have to teach me Chai Lis Kongfu."

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "No problem, if you can survive."

The sniper laughed and scolded, "Fakeyu, I will live well if you die."

Yang Yifei laughed and walked towards the theater gate. When he was talking to the sniper, Jefferson had already entered the theater first, and then he was hit by twelve long spears and short cannons.

The equipment of this group of SWAT police is indeed excellent, including the m4a1 carbine, the Scar assault rifle, the m16a2 automatic rifle, the MP5 submachine gun, and the Winchester 1887 shotgun.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a half-gold and half-white hair, probably the captain of this team, holding a Bereta m92f pistol in his hand.

"Damn it seems that I'm safe outside. Remove the gun from my face." Jefferson shouted unhappily.

The captain was a practical man. He didn't say a word, picked up a shotgun and loaded it with one hand, and then handed it to Jefferson.

"Please, look..." Jefferson rolled his eyes, lifted his clothes, swayed left and right, revealing the two golden sand eagles he had tied to his waist, and said, "My guy is just right."

The captain glanced at him speechlessly. Only those who didn't understand guns would choose the Desert Eagle as a combat weapon. He no longer had hope for the combat power of this penis.

Although the sand eagle is powerful enough, it is a hunting pistol, which is more suitable for hunting and is not suitable for fighting at all.

The Desert Eagle Light Air Gun weighs 2 kilograms. If it weren't for someone with a certain strength, there was no need to expect to use it to shoot accurately.

Moreover, this kind of gun has a complex structure and low reliability, and cannot adapt to complex environments. The recoil is even more amazing. Most people will get numb if they shoot a shot.

A gunman once joking the Sand Eagle and said that only people weighing more than 80 kilograms can use it normally, and it can be imagined how strong the recoil is.

When Yang Yi flew in, he happened to see Jefferson showing his Golden Sand Eagle, and laughed: "l·j, believe me, if you want to have a certain amount of self-protection, throw away your two pieces of scrap iron. This guy in Sir's hands is more practical than your guy."

After Yang Yifei flew in, the special police looked at him very differently than Jefferson. When there was a riot in the city before, they would have some rest time every time they completed a mission, and at this time they were basically paying attention to the live broadcast of the riot.

So they happened to see the scene of Yang Yifei saving the female anchor and dealing with three zombies with three legs.

At that time, they were still discussing that if they could find this kid, they could try to ask him to be a fighting coach for them.

Before, they heard the sniper on the roof calling him a kung fu boy, and immediately thought of Yang Yifei. When he came in, everyone saw that it was really this guy.

A smile appeared on the captain's solemn face, and he stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Yang Yifei, saying, "Hello sir, my name is Jos Wilson, I am the captain of this team."

Yang Yifei reached out and shook him, and smiled and said, "Wright Yang, I'm glad you're still alive."

Jos introduced Yang Yifei to other members of the team, and then asked: "Mr. Wright, do you know what's going on? What happened in Raccoon City?"

Yang Yifei pondered: "This matter is very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences. If you believe me, come with me to meet my companion. She is the direct experience of this matter and can let you understand the truth."

Jos nodded without hesitation, "Yes, this city is over, we are here just to wait for support or pick up the helicopters we evacuated."

"But the imagined support has not arrived, nor has it picked up the helicopter. We may have been abandoned. Now we should gather more survivors. Only by uniting can we survive better."

Yang Yifei agreed and said, "Just like we thought, then let's go! But you have so many people, we have to get a car, preferably a bus."

Jos said: "I know where to get Ba..."

Speaking of this, Qiao Si's expression subsided, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

Everyone heard a rhythmic heavy footsteps. Yang Yifei's heart moved. Is it finally here? Now that you have no special weapons, how much combat power is left?

On the roof, a sniper named Brady Miller was the first to see the visitor clearly. His eyes, his pupils, which were on the sniper lens, narrowed slightly and said solemnly: "What's that fucking?"
Chapter completed!