A distance of three thousand meters. Black dots the size of rice grains fell vertically from the aircraft's open magazine.
"Run!" Chu Jun suddenly lost his usual calmness, grabbed his headset and screamed like a wild beast at his teammates not far away.
Three seconds.
"Zizi——heh, Chu Jun, we won't leave you and run away."
Two seconds.
"Besides, we can't leave in such a short time."
One second.
"Die together—with these monsters."
Cutting off the conversation, Ming Shuya and Zhao Liyu looked at each other and smiled.
Along with the violent explosion, Chu Jun's eyes were filled with white light, and he seemed to see his skin being burned by the high temperature, and his blood splashing and vaporizing in mid-air. However, that was impossible, because the exposure caused by the explosion made his eyes instantly blind.
Then everything fell silent.
In order to eliminate the mutated zombies, the senior officials did not hesitate to use nuclear bombs, and did not even take into account Chu Jun and the other three.