"..."

Gritting his teeth, Han Feng fell into an extreme struggle in his heart...

If the current situation continues, ghosts will definitely not be able to defeat level five zombies. No matter how long the delay is, they will inevitably end up becoming scrap metal!

You can kill the Terminator with your own hands...

"God! It's up to you this time!" The situation was urgent, and Han Feng had no choice but to think of other ways. In desperation, Han Feng shouted!

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng closed his eyes and ordered: "Luna, remote control! Target: ghost!"

"Okay, Team Korea."

In the picture in his mind, Han Feng transformed into a Terminator!

"Leave the Molotov cocktail and transport me away! The further away, the better!"

After the second order was issued, four or five mobilized soldiers took off their Molotov cocktails and threw them at the Terminator's feet. Then they carried Han Feng on their backs and left their positions.

"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, Han Feng was ready to take action! He saw the Terminator ghost exerting his left arm, releasing his right arm, and reaching for the incendiary bottle at his feet.

Grabbing the incendiary bottle, Ghost used his right fist hard, breaking the bottle, and applied the sticky burning substance in his hand to the depression on the chest of the level five zombie.

Immediately afterwards, the Terminator grabbed another incendiary bottle. As before, after crushing it, he continued to smear the burning substance on it.

Until the last Molotov cocktail is left at your feet...

"Good luck……"

In the distance, when Han Feng finished his blessing, the Terminator bit open the ring of the incendiary bottle...

Taking advantage of the delay of the detonation of the Molotov cocktail, the Terminator pressed the Molotov cocktail on the face of the level five zombie.

Feeling the foreign object on his face, the level five zombie opened his mouth and bit into the Molotov cocktail. Unfortunately, the delay has expired...
Chapter completed!