The lights at night illuminate the sky of the base, and the soldiers everywhere are either guarding the city walls or patrolling everywhere, the engineers and citizens are either sleeping or building defensive objects, and everyone has a clear division of labor to carry out their own tasks and maintain their own state, just like the scene of all the soldiers in the front line.

There are still some scattered corpses approaching day and night, but there is never such a large group of corpses as that day.

However, no one slackened, or Mo Yun did not slacken.

Is the enemy commander zz?Every attack is a horde of corpses instead of scattered bio-zombies, which is enough to explain the problem, okay?

Don't choose to let the zombies scatter, even if you want to pretend that you're gone, please pretend to be like a little bit, okay?!

However, their own commanders, Tom and Ernie are also two jokers, and they probably can't see it without reminding them.

Mo Yun finally understood why in the original plot of CSOL, humans can be said to be a century stronger than the combat power of biochemical zombies, and they still can't kill each other, and some people are even beaten back.

I couldn't crush all kinds of crushes, and in the end I almost overturned.

Mo Yun is also very convinced, I thought there was some other reason, and I chose to find that there may be other reasons, but at most, it may be, it's all funny.

The most important thing is that the opposite side may not be able to see it.

If Moyun didn't say that there was a problem, they would all have to drink.

But there is good news, the big army has been contacted, and a ship will come tomorrow.

Everyone feels more stable!

What can Mo Yun say? You are free, if something happens, I will take Cheng Xuan and run away first.

Finally, looking at Cheng Xuan lying next to him, Mo Yun entered a meditative state.

At this time, in addition to Mo Yun and Cheng Xuan, who were resting, more people were working, or...... Playing or doing something else?

Marcos, the journalist, is the one who can't stop at night, carrying cameras and notes everywhere.

"No matter how tense it is here!Necessary entertainment is indispensable!Why don't you have two playing ......cards first?!"

"There's a lot of stuff in the biochemical environment! You don't even have to spend money to buy it! Isn't that envious?! Oh! Just kidding......!"

"We don't have any intention of staying here for long, but we have set up a farm to maintain the logistics! Hey! These miscellaneous rice that Mr. Moyun brought from the East are really good! It grows so fast! It is enough to feed us all! Although I don't like to eat ...... at all. ”

"Hey, Mr. Venster!"

An uncle who was playing poker with the others walked up to Marcos with a smile on his face and smiled at the camera.

"Hello, Mr. Marcos. ”

"Oh, do you still have any wine?"

"Haha! yes! I happen to know some traditional brewing methods, would you like to try it?"

"It's an honor!hahaha....... ”

"Hahahaha....... ”

Marcos enthusiastically introduces and documents everything, interviewing others from time to time.

The others did not reject him, looking at him with a smile on their faces, or laughing with him in front of the camera.

Marcos loved it and felt the atmosphere between people.

Marcos was a journalist, but he didn't really like the profession, and he was quite enthusiastic when he joined the newspaper.

But in the end, it was a day-to-day formulaic interview and a daily boring manuscript, and by the way, I was tired and half dead because of the island wind that ran for the headlines!

To be honest, he didn't even want to do it.

However, at this time, the terrifying Resident Evil occurred!

He didn't go to the front line to interview, but pushed it off.

Even if the newspaper says that if he goes and comes back this time, he will be the director.

He's not going to that hell!

Then, in order to defend against a possible Resident Evil, ZF merged the newspaper and the television station, which Marcos began to regret a little.

The merger, the increase in the number of people, the increase in talent, this means that it is more difficult for me to climb up, and this boring day is probably only the goal of climbing?

So he regretted it a little, was it better for him to go to the front line to report?

Even if he is not directly promoted to director, even if he adds a merit to himself, it is completely difficult to compete with these guys now!

And then just when he was annoyed, bad news came!

All colleagues who went to the infected areas of the UK have lost contact!

This news instantly stunned everyone!

It is said that there is a loss of contact, but in fact, the loss of contact in the infected area is basically only one result.

A result that doesn't need to be explained in detail.......

Marcos stood in the cemetery outside the city in a daze, looking at the crosses next to each other in front of him, and his heart was completely blank.

I have been working as a journalist for a long time, and there are some things that are mixed with some cats, as well as transactions and other things that need not be explained.

But what appeared in the career of a journalist did not completely destroy his humanity.

Some of the dead reporters were his colleagues, his friends, and even his little lovers, who had been seeing them off until some time ago, and everyone was drinking happily and congratulating them on their promotion! (What else can you say?The flag was erected early, and it was erected by a group of people!)

Marcos could only stare blankly at these crosses, recalling the laughter and laughter of his former colleagues, even if it was boring almost every day, but occasionally when he went out on a holiday together, he had a pleasant beer barbecue!

His head was blurry, his face was blank, he wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his eyes, he wanted to rejoice, but there was no smile on his face.

The editor-in-chief looked at his stunned expression, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder, "From tomorrow onwards, you will be the director of the newspaper!"

Marcos didn't react, still staring blankly at the pieces of crosses in front of him, the editor-in-chief sighed, and finally didn't say anything, and left with the others.

Since then, Marcos has been working diligently as his editor-in-chief and has been paying attention to the news about the infected area.

As the days passed, my own country, my own city, was finally infected.

I didn't expect the infection to come so quickly.

After the city was reduced to an infected zone, the only surviving self of the entire newspaper office was found by the army, and then tasked with documenting the situation there.

Watch the warriors and the cyborg zombies fight bloodily! The people fight and cooperate for survival! The optimism that remains in the environment surrounded by the biochemical zombies! And the hope brought by the heroes that they worship in their hearts, Mr. Moyun and Miss Seongxuan! Learn the amazing truth!

For the first time, he fell in love with his job as a journalist and became enthusiastic!

Isn't it time to become an editor-in-chief and a heroic journalist when I return to the city? Maybe I should marry a wife and have children?

"Hey, look! That's the battle plant ...... Mr. Moyun brought!"

Today, Mr. Marcos is also interviewing with hope and optimism.

The author has something to say:

Ah, I passed the interview, I'm going to go to training next Monday, and then I'm ready to work, and I'm going back to school in June to take exams, it's really troublesome, and the time will become very small, right? Won't it be tiring? Maybe I should write another book and see if I can sign a contract?

Some people say that the title of my book is not attractive, and I am not very good at choosing a name, so I probably can't think of changing any attractive name, right? I hope that both new and old book lovers will collect my book!