The sound that came from this sudden was very weak, and ordinary people couldn't hear it at all, only the facial features were strengthened by the punishment wind, and they could faintly hear it.

"Is there someone here? Or rather...... Is there a hidden place here? ”

With the idea of this speculation, he got nothing and was unwilling to be punished, relying on the courage of the artist.

Following the faint sound of knocking, I walked through the shelf area of the small supermarket and entered through a small door in the innermost.

A space that was tightly sealed, and the light from the outside could not penetrate at all, and it looked like a supermarket warehouse, appeared in front of Xing Feng.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and in addition to the sound of percussion, a different sound came out.

"Squeak-"

It seems that someone is scratching something hard with their fingernails, and in this dark warehouse, it looks extremely terrifying.

Xingfeng followed the direction from which the sound came and continued to walk towards the depths of the warehouse.

As the distance continued to get closer, the slight tapping sound and the sound of scratching with fingernails, which were inaudible to ordinary people, became clearer in Xingfeng's ears.

It is certain that it is the sound of some sharp object rubbing against a metal plate.

"I'll go, how is this like a ghost movie, do you want it to be so scary."

In the dark warehouse, listening to these strange voices, it was a torture wind that had killed countless people and had the courage to be as strong as titanium alloy, and I couldn't help but feel a feeling of hairiness in my heart.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there was a seeping cry on the right, and a fishy smell came to the face.

"I'm damn it~"

Xing Feng's scalp was numb and burst into a foul mouth, and his backhand was a right fist, which smashed on the rotten face that came out of the darkness.

Maybe the torture wind is too strong, or the zombie's body is too badly decomposed.

Outcome......

With a bang, the head of the entire zombie burst on the spot like a watermelon.

All kinds of fishy pieces of meat, mucus, and bones were scattered all over the ground, and the right half of the body of the torture wind also had a lot of disgusting filth sticked.

The liquid of the mutant creature is fine, at least it has not been decayed by maggots, but it has a fishy smell.

And the minced flesh of the zombie's head bursting, and the black and white mucus, are like stinky meat that has been covered there for a month.

This thick odor index can definitely make ordinary people nauseous and sick to their stomachs, and vomit out all the bile uncomfortably.

"This smell is so domineering, if you give me a bucket of water now, even if it's boiling water, I'll jump off."

Smelling the pungent smell of rot all over his body, Xing Feng shook his right hand in disgust and disgusted, and shook off the disgusting things stuck to his hands vigorously.

With the help of the dim sunlight coming from the doorway, I found a large iron rod on the ground that had rusted and looked like a baseball bat.

"These zombies are so disgusting, it seems that I can't have physical contact with them in the future, otherwise this task is not completed, and I will be stinked to death by this disgusting smell."

After learning the lesson of the mutant giant scorpion and this zombie who engaged in sneak attacks, Xingfeng stinged and grew wise, and decided that it was more reliable to use a guy.

In order to prevent other zombies, from the warehouse of this black hill, he pounced coldly.

Xingfeng stood in place, concentrating, unleashing his external senses completely, exploring every tiny area of the warehouse.

Are there any other unusual movements?

With the habit of zombies moving when they hear the sound, Xingfeng blows up a zombie with one punch, and if there are other zombies in the warehouse, they will definitely move this way.

As long as there is movement, there must be footsteps!

After listening to more than a dozen breaths, Xingfeng didn't hear any footsteps, which meant that there was only this lonely zombie in this warehouse.

However, the strange grinding and knocking sounds were still there.

It's like a ghost movie in the middle of the night!

Fortunately, Xingfeng was able to identify the source of the sound, not in this warehouse, but under the ground a few meters in front of him.

"Dingding...... Boom! ”

Xingfeng tapped on the ground with a baseball bat, and when he came to a distance of less than a meter from the wall, the crisp sound of collision turned into a hollow rumor.

He stopped his movements.

The crisp sound indicates that the ground is solid, and the hollow sound of the sound indicates that the ground is hollow.

"There's a secret room down here, and since this location is so hidden, there must be something in there that hasn't been taken by the other survivors."

Xing Feng was overjoyed, and lifted the warehouse shelves that had fallen on top and threw them aside, lifting the rubber carpet that had become eroded underneath.

A floor door made of iron plates appeared in his field of vision.

The iron door is an internal locking structure, and the keyhole has been completely sealed by rust, and there are traces of prying at the edges.

Apparently someone had found the door before, but unfortunately it wasn't pried open.

The other survivors couldn't open the iron door, but for Xingfeng, it was no problem to open it.

Two words – violence!

Xing Feng stomped down with one kick, and four or five thousand kilograms of terrifying power, 16 times that of ordinary people, slammed on the iron plate door.

"Tom~"

With a thunderous noise, the entire warehouse shook, and all kinds of fine dust and debris fell down with a sigh.

The exterior structure of the floor-to-ceiling door, which looks extremely hard, has been completely deformed under the violent "war trampling" of the torture wind.

The whole is concave downward, and the surrounding cement structure is also cracked.

Then Xingfeng came a few more times, and directly stepped off the metal floor door from the door frame and recessed into the stairs below.

A rotting stench mixed with the smell of gasoline gushed out of the cracks in the doors around it.

Fortunately, the concentration of gasoline is not very high, and it has not reached the critical point that can ignite the explosion, otherwise it is estimated that it will blow up to the sky with the violent means of opening the door with the torture wind.

"Is there spare gasoline in there?"

With curiosity, Xing Feng tore out the deformed and twisted floor door from the door frame and threw it aside.

A staircase leading to the basement of the gas station appeared so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

and a zombie whose body had been crushed by the door panel, leaving only its head moving, baring its teeth and howling at the torture winds.

"Bang!"

Xingfeng shook his hand as a baseball bat, and with a perfect home run bat, the zombie's only remaining head flew out of the body.

"It's so dark down here, I can't see anything even if there's anything, I'll have to find something to illuminate it."

The torture probe glanced at the dark basement and returned to the supermarket shelf area outside.

I found a packaged outdoor magnesium rod and a small ball of velvet bundled for sale, and made a temporary torch with cloth strips and shelf irons.

Survival in the wilderness is the basic subject of special forces, for the penal style.

It's not difficult to make a short-acting lighting tool with the materials you can find.

Back in front of the floor door, Xingfeng slashed at the magnesium rod with a piece of iron at a 30-degree angle, lit the velvet with more than 2,000 degrees of magnesium chips, and then led the fire to the cloth strip of the torch.

A blazing torch appeared!

These strips of cloth are not stained with pine resin gasoline and other ignition materials that can be used to support combustion, and the burning time will be very short, no more than one minute at most.

Xing Feng did not waste time, a baseball bat in one hand and a torch in the other, which was a faint dark yellow firelight, went down the floor to the basement.

Entering it, Xingfeng found that this place was more of an underground passage than a basement.

A passage about two meters wide and two meters high leads straight ahead.

The total length is less than ten meters!

By the brightness of the firelight, Xingfeng could see some iron pipe valves, as well as some simple mechanical instruments.

Coming closer, you can also see a glass tube half-wrapped in metal with some engraved graduation marks, which looks like a device for checking the amount of oil in stock.

On the scale at the lowest end of the glass tube, you can also see that there is a small segment of yellowish liquid, about two or three millimeters.

The smell of gasoline emanating from the valve reveals the identity of these pale yellow liquids - gasoline!

"There's still a little gasoline in there, and it seems that I'm lucky, and although I didn't find food, at least I don't have to rely on my legs to get out of this desert." The punishment swept away the previous bad heart, and the mood became much more comfortable.

There's an oil tiger supercar outside, and there's gasoline here, and even if it doesn't seem like a lot, it can run hundreds of kilometers.

Walking on two legs is physically demanding in a situation where food is scarce, and it is extremely unwise.

The best way to do that is by car!

"There's another door here, and hopefully it will surprise me a little more, preferably if I can find food."

Xing Feng's body has evolved, and his physical strength has reached an inhuman state, but he is still a person after all, and he also needs to eat to have the strength to work.

Moreover, the food demand of the penal wind is several times higher than that of ordinary people.

In this Resident Evil world, most plants and animals in the wild are infected by the T virus, and it is basically difficult to get enough food.

Xingfeng is also not sure if he can be like Alice, and perfectly integrate with the T-virus.

Or like King Ada, he has a comfortable T-virus immune constitution and can completely ignore the T-virus infection.

This is a bit dangerous, and the punishment wind does not dare to act rashly!

In these difficult conditions, including the now newly added Torture Wind, the source of survival for all survivors in the entire Resident Evil world.

Or those canned canned foods that have been produced around the world before the end of the world, with a long shelf life.

Xingfeng didn't know how big this desert was, so he wanted to get out of here, or meet survivors, so that he could start his next action.

He doesn't have any clue about the completion of the system's tasks yet!

For this reason, Xingfeng must also find a way to store enough food as much as possible, so that his combat effectiveness will not be weakened by hunger in his body.

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