Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao would be happy to have a good conversation with Marshmallow about this mosaic, if conditions permit.

But the reality at hand is clearly not permissible.

Because outside Azhao's door, there is not only one corpse.

If there was only one, there was no need for that team to throw a bait and run away on its own.

Watching a group of zombies pouring in outside, A Zhao's toe pulled the bookcase he had just been pushed to the side towards his direction, an idle hand lifted the huge solid wood bookcase, “bang”, sturdy blocked the door.

- It blocks the coming of a zombie and leaves a width at the door for one person, or a zombie, to come and go.

This action was just done, with a pair of pale hands reaching straight into the house, followed by an unspeakable smell of rot. At the same time, opposite the bookshelf, came a huge impact path.

In this case, no one, alone, can block the power of less than a dozen zombies across the street.

But who's Zhao?

She's a woman with the skills of "Pulsatingly Gestapo"!

She gave birth to a man, two legs, a slight bow, tight all over her body, so she blocked the zombie outside!

Next to a bookcase, they just can't push it open, they just can't get in.

Only that one, Azhao deliberately left out the place to let them in and out.

If Zhao's opponent is a person at this time, so obvious a trap, the opponent will never enter.

However, the opposite is the brain that is necrotic, and there is no such thing as an IQ zombie.

So Zhao began to play the groundhog with pleasure. Oh, no, the zombie mode.

Come in one, just give it a stick, pick the head area.

How powerful is a baseball bat, Zhao, who possesses the skills of a powerful Gestapo?

The zombie proved her strength with her own head.

A stick goes down, it's a mosaic, there's absolutely no need for a knife replacement.

These zombies are also really stupid.

Kick one of them in the side and jump right behind you.

Zhao defended herself and knocked on twenty stuffy sticks.

The pressure behind the bookcase disappeared.

The constant howling outside also stopped.

Zhao took a deep breath and ignored the heartbroken corpse on the ground and moved the bookcase away.

Quiet up the hall.

She dared not carelessly, holding onto the baseball bat with her hands and walking slowly towards the stairwell.

The journey downstairs was reasonably safe, and there were no other unexpected circumstances, except that a single corpse was encountered at the entrance of the first floor.

“Azhao Azhao, 600 meters to the left, there is a convenience supermarket that has been scratched empty.” Cotton candy says.

Azhao: “... what's the point of scratching an empty convenience supermarket? ”

"The room upstairs at the convenience store is a storage room, because it's hidden, nobody knows, and there's plenty of food left. ”

Food?

Zhao's eyes lit up: “Are there any zombies? ”

The marshmallow nodded very definitely: "Yes, there is a zombie tray in the convenience store. ”

Azhao frowned: “How much? ”

“More than thirty. ”

Zhao: “... can you get around it? ”

More than thirty corpses, convenience stores she is unfamiliar with, going directly into the bar is a bit difficult.

Most importantly, she was hungry and had lost too much blood, and had just knocked 20 more zombies, and had little strength.