Chapter 32 Section 22

The first person to notice the abnormality was Xiao Zhang, who was working as a night shift counter attendant at the New Century Hotel. At twelve o'clock in the evening, more than a dozen middle-aged men in old khaki military uniforms of the Japanese army filed through the revolving door of the hotel, and walked in with a pale face, orderly, with their heads raised. Xiao Zhang looked at the attire of these "Japanese soldiers": he couldn't help feeling angry. This is cosplay, right?What kind of cosplay are these outdated uncles doing in the middle of the night? The point is, what character is not easy to pretend, but why do you want to dress up like a Japanese soldier in World War II?

This is Nanjing, where the anti-Japanese movement is the most intense. Isn't it intentional to be annoying by dressing up like this? This group of men dressed as Japanese soldiers ignored the greetings of other waiters and dispersed. Some walked up the stairs of the hotel, some walked to the lobby, and some looked at the hotel elevator in confusion, and followed the passengers returning late at night. went in. Among them, only one man came to the counter, probably to help his companion book a room. "..." The man dressed as a Japanese army slanted his head and looked at Xiao Zhang.

"Sir, do you want to stay?" Xiao Zhang squeezed out a well-trained smile, and smelled an indescribable stench. This stench, like the smell of rotten meat... No, it's even weirder. Suddenly the guest sitting in the hotel lobby reading the newspaper screamed, and Xiao Zhang looked over reflexively. I saw a man dressed as a Japanese army biting the neck of the guest, and the blood spurted out unrealistically, and most of it poured into the strange man's throat.The guest struggled desperately and danced, but he couldn't break free from the assailant's "prey".

Xiao Zhang was terrified, and when he was about to press the alarm bell on the counter, the strange man standing in front of him rushed across the counter table like a hound, and lightning bit Xiao Zhang's trachea. "Well!" Xiao Zhang couldn't believe what he had encountered, he just instinctively pushed, pushed... Before consciousness fell into darkness, screams erupted everywhere in the hotel. On the street outside the New Century Hotel, rusty bayonets roared, and the rumble of military boots stomping on the ground resounded... Every street in this urban area is staging a large-scale hunting show close to massacres.

Yin He sat in the bloody local police station, listening to the busy police channel. The police are nothing, and they don't need to do it themselves. It is estimated that the truly difficult People's Liberation Army troops will enter Nanjing about two hours after the "breakout", and maybe there will be a "Chinese Dragon", one of the world's seven largest hunter groups... They have powerful weapons , all kinds of modern guns and knives. That would be great. "Two hours of golden aggression time, counting down." This is the most concentrated area of ​​big hotels, densely populated, there are still four hours before dawn, but only two hours before tenacious resistance.Yinhe requires these ghost soldiers who have just awakened to have a definite occupation progress every half an hour, and must create tens of thousands of blood zombies in a daze before the People's Liberation Army is alerted to help block bullets and distract attention.

Next, take the ready-made modern weapons directly from the corpses of the People's Liberation Army and the Hunter Corps filling the streets and alleys, and rebuild these 10,000 vampires who haven't fought for a long time into a powerful invasion army, occupying Nanjing, Fake attack on Shanghai to contain China's military power to send troops abroad. Yinhe spread out the map of Nanjing City, listened to the latest occupation information from his subordinates, and circled the occupied areas with red pens. The red pen circled more and more, and the two-hour scheduled deadline was getting closer and closer.

Yin He, who always acted calmly, couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up. After decades of peace, my fighting ability is equivalent to being forcibly sealed... Now, he could finally unscrupulously pour out the modified moves.