This is the center of the street three kilometers away from the police station, and the number of zombies around is really not much, but it is definitely not a small number.

With Tian Hongyi's familiarity with the urban area, or in other words, with his familiarity with the "juvenile detention center", he can easily find a shortcut to the police station area.

Secluded, less walking corpses, all kinds of Volkswagen vehicles parked in place, and no large obstacles to stop the way, really let him pick up a .

It seems that the "glorious" experience of those who were not favored by anyone, who followed Xiao Chen to fight and set fire to people and then were sent to the juvenile detention center, really helped him a lot at this time.

If the group hadn't been abruptly intercepted by a creeper by now, I'm afraid they would have entered the center by now.

But compared to the zombie-dense central area, there are many benefits to being stopped by creepers on this street not far from the police station.

For example, most of the living dead had been attracted by the strong popularity of the police station's lot, and they crowded and shoved each other, temporarily encircled in front of the tall iron gates, unaware of the fighting on the side of the remote streets.

It's just that with the increasing range of Yun Mo's movements, the continuous extension of the battle time, and the ethereal dispersion of wisps of blood, it has attracted the attention of a small number of zombies with a keen sense of hearing and smell. They turned their stiff necks, driven by their appetite, and gradually broke away from the zombie brigade that was besieging the police station, and a handful of zombies stumbled towards the source of the blood.

And just as Yun Mo and their troubles gradually worsened, at this end, a stinking RV stained with black blood quietly drove into the periphery of the police station. Cleverly avoiding the search for zombies, he carefully moved his front wheels and cleverly parked next to a pile of abandoned vehicles, hiding behind a large truck. It's as if it was there from the beginning, and there is no sense of disobedience.

In the RV, a little boy about five or six years old tightly grabbed the sleeve of the man in the driver's seat, a pair of dark eyes stared outside with three points of curiosity and seven points of vigilance, he shrunk his little head and nestled in the seat, and asked cautiously in a childish voice, trying to lighten his voice. It seems that he is afraid of attracting the siege of zombies.

"Brother Xiuyu, why are we here? You see there are so many monsters outside......" Du Mukai's palm broke out in a cold sweat, and he held Han Xiuyu's strong palm covered with gun calluses, as if this would make him feel at ease.

"Don't be afraid." He patted the child on the head and soothed him softly, "Brother is going to come here to get some weapons, preferably some gas. Otherwise...... "we won't be able to escape.

He swallowed the second half of the sentence, and felt that it was very unkind to say these hopeless words to children, children, always give them some hope...... Even if. There is only despair ahead.

If carrying this God-forsaken world can buy a little light and a future for children, I believe that all adults are willing to rush into darkness and death.

In the reality that has sunk, the child is the real new life and hope.

Unconsciously, he remembered Wei Jun, who had been unable to sleep for a long time until now, and his eyes couldn't help but dim a little. If the fat man was around, he would have died. There is also a kind of cheerful atmosphere.

Wei Fatzi ......

Han Xiuyu lowered his eyes and looked at the slightly trembling child beside him, knowing in his heart that the scene of his mother turning into a monster had left an indelible shadow in his young heart.

But what can it be, a qiē is a foregone conclusion, and we can only hope that this child can look down on this qiē when he grows up.

But...... Will he really be able to raise this child safely? In this world where zombies are rampant, human life is like grass, and monsters are everywhere, raise Du Mukai?

He couldn't help but feel sour and powerless in his heart, if one day he and Wei Jun both died, then what would happen to this child?

That's it......

Do your best, since you can't bear to leave it behind, take this responsibility.

Han Xiuyu let out a breath of turbidity and touched the latest slag on his chin, although it was only two days. But he felt like he was ten years old.

He is good at sniping, but at the moment the hardware equipment is obviously insufficient, and the lack of bullets and the high fever of the barrel does not go away, which really causes him a lot of trouble. On top of that, he felt his brain and body slowly making changes.

Whenever he concentrates on shooting. The spirit of the whole person will always be consumed very quickly, but in the same way, his bullets can strangely pierce the heads of several zombies one after another, and sometimes zombies that are obviously not within range will be hit inexplicably!

With this meager but obvious power, he began to constantly target zombies and practice with a large number of bullets. He wisely chose not to choose a dense central area, but chose an area with only a dozen or dozens of living dead on the left and right, and only after weighing it again and again did he dare to release the gun, and ran away with a wounded person and a child before the zombie horde surrounded him.

Fighting guerrilla warfare along the way, killing zombies, robbing grain stores, and stealing medicines...... He thought that he had never lived so crazy, but he also clearly knew that this was just a dance on the tip of a knife, which seemed to be beautiful, but if he was not careful, he would be pierced into a bloody hole.

But it didn't take long for him to worry, if nothing else, because of the missing bullets and the damage to the barrel.

Due to the frequent use of the guns and the fact that the guns have not been well maintained recently, the life of the sniper rifles that have fallen into disrepair has been doubled and reduced, and they have directly entered their twilight years from the prime of life.

In order not to accidentally explode while using a firearm, he set his sights on the small arms depot in the police station lot.

Since 2014, when the number of incidents has been increasing across the country, nearly .[,! For ten years, almost every police officer has been equipped with a firearm, and it stands to reason that there should be a lot of ammunition in the police station. Even if the quality is poor, it's better than not having a bullet at all.

But I'm afraid of it...... Is the current police station being charged by the police?

If it's the police, then it's okay, at least the full-time personnel have a conscience and a duty, and they will protect those people. But what if a certain star law organization controls the entire police station?

It's not impossible, the world is so chaotic right now, who knows what will happen next? It's better to prevent problems before they happen than to act blindly, let alone ......

Han Xiuyu closed his eyes, and the content of the second dream involuntarily began to emerge in his mind╠╠ The devastated police station lot, the flying zombie crows, the children who were shot were thrown on both sides of the road, the old man who was kicked over and buried in the corpse, the woman who cried in despair, and the man who shot fiercely......

Those blood-red shadows seemed to flicker in front of his eyes, weeping people, empty eyes, dead corpses and black crows, all paved in black, white and red, flat and oppressive.

Probably, this is also the reason why he didn't leave the city in the first place, those innocent civilians shouldn't have such a tragic fate.

"Brother Xiuyu." The soft voice that belonged to the child sounded, recalling his chaotic thoughts, and a cold little hand climbed up to his rough face, blurring the wetness from the corners of his eyes, "Why...... Crying?"

Oh, yes...... It turned out that he was crying...... But why are you crying? Nothing to cry about!

He rubbed his eyes and smiled, "It's nothing, Brother Xiuyu didn't do eye exercises, so his eyes are uncomfortable."

After hearing this, Du Mukai nodded like a little adult and said, "Well, our teacher said that going to bed too late will hurt your eyes, and Brother Xiuyu hasn't slept for a long time."

The corners of his mouth curled and a helpless smile arc: "Then brother sleep for a while, can you help my brother guard?" Sometimes, it seems that multiple younger brothers are also good.

The little guy seemed to be stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at the zombies walking outside, shrunk his neck nervously, and announced with a small pink fist: "I...... I'm guarding! Brother Xiuyu, go to sleep!

"Hehehe......" Han Xiuyu laughed lightly, his ordinary facial features and only a delicate face instantly opened a dazzling demeanor, and suddenly condensed countless lights, "Fun with you!" Brother is not sleepy, go get some snacks to eat."

Du Mukai realized that he had been tricked back, and after pouting in dissatisfaction, he "pedaled" and ran to the back carriage to get food.

Kid...... Snacks are really good......

The small door of the carriage was gently closed, and the moment Du Mukai's back disappeared behind the door, Han Xiuyu violently covered his swollen head. I don't know what he just did, but every trace of that dream was clearly presented in his mind, like a video tape that was automatically projected, embedding the bloody images into his memory.

The frightened eyes of the child, the resentful curse of the woman, the dying cries of the old man, the screams of the zombie crows and the roar of frantic strafing...... Suddenly, a pitch-black Humvee burst into view......

"Ugh!" He snorted uncomfortably, and just as the picture was ready to be put into the rampage of the Humvee, all his memories were taken in, and he was instantly gone.

"Huhuhuhu......" Han Xiuyu breathed heavily and suppressedly, and his cloudy thoughts gradually returned to Qingming, but his face was very pale, without a trace of blood at all, which was even more terrifying than a zombie.

Hummer? A black Humvee?

In the past dream, there was no appearance of this Hummer, what is wrong today? Daydreaming?

He pounded his swollen head, rubbed his sore temples, and took off the bridge of his nose with his eyes and rubbed his whole face in chagrin, and just as he had recovered a little, there was a sudden movement at the gate of the police station.

"Gah!"

A rough cry suddenly pierced his brain, causing him to subconsciously grasp the Beretta pistol beside him. Vigilant eyes burst out with a sharp gaze, calmly watching the forward movement.

Lots of crows...... Densely resting on the telephone poles, a pair of blood-red eyes greedily staring greedily into the building with closed doors and windows, as if ...... Keep an eye on the food in your stomach......

ps:

I haven't figured out how to let the creeper hang up gracefully~~ So let Xiao Yujun out first~~

Han Xiuyu: "How many people still remember me......"