"Grass grandma's! It's a yoga dumpling! The dead fat man's face changed, he picked up the machine gun and fired, and after a few crackling shots, the yoga zongzi screamed and fell into the dumpling pile. But soon he got up again, and hissed and howled, as if he were going to eat a dead fat man alive. When the dumplings around heard this, they also howled, and we all changed color together.

The dead fat man made a great sage like Sun: "Call your mother, grass!" What about scaring you fat uncle? Your fat uncle is scared, you know? "That yoga zongzi can withstand the bullets of light machine guns, it must be the zombie king, I shouted: "Don't be careless, that guy is the zombie king!" The dead fat man didn't care: "What about the zombie king?" ”

The yoga dumpling stared at the blood-red eyes, and began to climb the remains of the stairs again, and was knocked off the ground again by a shot "touched" by the dead fat man.

I said anxiously: "It's not okay to go on like this, the zombie king is not afraid of bullets, and our bullet casings can't afford to be wasted!" Gotta think of something else. Ou Xiang said beside him: "Use the cloud burst grenade, when I was in Guangxi, Chu Wanxiao killed the cloud burst bomb." ”

I shook my head and said, "No, this is the corridor inside the building, and if the load-bearing wall is blown up, the whole building may collapse." The dead fat man was stunned and asked, "What should I do then?" Looking back, the yoga dumpling began to climb the stairs for the third time.

I snorted, pointed to the remnants of the stairs and said, "Knock out those places where you can borrow your strength!" "The staircase made of reinforced concrete is very strong, and our submachine guns are almost useless, but the light machine gun of the dead fat man can burst the reinforced concrete, so the dead fat man quickly picked up the machine gun and stepped on it...... A round of hard shooting, in the end, still knocked out the few pieces of staircase residue that remained. In this way, the stairs are gone, and although the yoga dumplings are powerful, they can't directly climb the slippery wall, so they can only stretch their necks and howl below.

We all breathed a sigh of relief when we saw that we were out of danger for the time being, and I looked at Ou Xiang and said, "Okay, now let's go find the woman upstairs...... I hope she's alive. ”

So we started collecting the ropes along the building, calling the survivors in English, but unfortunately the howls of the dumplings downstairs were so loud that we couldn't hear what our companions were shouting a little farther away.

Just as I was looking for it, Guo Yahui suddenly grabbed me from behind, pointed to my ankles, and then pointed to my back, and then said something. Sun Hongxu translated on his behalf: "Lao Hua, Guo Yahui said that it is best to deal with your wound immediately...... By the way, what's the matter with the wound on your back? ”

When he asked, I realized the burning pain on my back, and when I took off my shirt, I saw two long wounds...... After thinking about it, he smiled dumbly: "His grandmother's, patronizing and escaping, the wound on his back may have been scratched when he climbed the hole in the wall...... What do you think? Is the wound huge? ”

Sun Hongxu glanced at it and said, "It's big, but it's not a big deal, it's just a little bit of skin, just bandage it." He looked up and asked, "Which of you has gauze on you?" So everyone went to see Ou Xiang, who touched his body and told me with black lines: "Hungry...... I don't know where I went......"

Sun Hongxu rolled his eyes and said to Guo Yahui in Vietnamese, the girl nodded, ran out, and ran back not long after, carrying a large piece of earthy yellow fabric in her hand, I looked at it carefully for a long time, and vaguely felt that this fabric was a bit like a tablecloth.

Guo Yahui was really polite, he used a paratrooper knife to cut off a piece of tablecloth, carefully bandaged my ankle, and then used the remaining fabric to bandage the wound on my back. It's just that the tablecloth is thicker, not to mention the bandaging technique. No wonder the dead fat man looked at me twice, and then laughed and said: "Old flower, don't say it, you dress up like this, with your bald head, you really look a bit like Tang Seng back then." ”

When Kankan reached the fifth floor, after Wu Shuyuan slammed open the door of a room with one shoulder, we finally met the survivors here.

In fact, there was more than one survivor, and there were almost 30 men, women, and children. Our presence naturally surprised the survivors, who gathered together in horror and looked at us with wide eyes, and one of the girls asked in Hindi English in horror, "Who are you......?" ”

The dead fat man and I each found a chair to sit on, the house seemed to be an office, but now it had been converted into a living room, and all kinds of messes were piled up all over the floor.

I glanced at the girl, and the Indian beauties naturally had a special charm, mainly because of their talking eyes, and the girl who talked to us had it. She also has long, wavy hair that is as black as ink, and she looks very feminine.

I didn't answer her question, but asked in Chinese, "Who is the leader of you here?" ”

Wu Shuyuan translated my words, and the group of ordinary Indians looked at each other, and finally the girl said, "Saisel has fallen downstairs and died...... We don't have a leader now...... If you have anything, just tell me, I can represent these people. ”

I nodded and asked, "What's your name?" How many people are there here? How much food do you have? Do you have weapons to defend yourself? Wu Shuyuan translated my words.

The girl glanced at the guns in the hands of our people, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "My name is Yamansha, Yamantha Kurusman K. Navali, there are thirty-three of us here, and there is not much food left...... We basically don't have weapons......" I nodded and said: "Very good, I am the coordinator sent to India by the headquarters of China Fulto, my name is ******, you can call me Lao Hua ......" Bullying these Indians do not understand Chinese: "...... Well, you can also call me Uncle Hua. ”

Wu Shuyuan translated my words with black lines on his head, and Yamantha looked at me in surprise: "You can understand English?" I nodded and said in Chinese, "I understand, but I don't want to speak, I only speak Chinese." After listening to Wu Shuyuan's translation, Yamantha asked in surprise, "Why?" English is the lingua franca of the world, why do you need to speak Chinese when you can speak it? ”

I laughed: "English is the language of the British, not the language of our Chinese, the Chinese naturally have our own Chinese language, I am Chinese, so I only speak Chinese." Listening to Wu Shuyuan's translation, I added: "You can speak English because you are Indian." ”

The Indian girl was upset: "Language is just a way for people to communicate, so why take it so seriously?" We also speak English to be one with the world. Judging by your appearance, you should be a Buddhist, how can you be so open-minded and so persistent? ”

I'm dizzy, even this girl treats me as a monk. I looked at her chest twice and asked, "Who told you I'm a Buddhist?" Yamantha smiled and said: "India has no habit of recording history, and a lot of our medieval history depends on the autobiographical interpretation left by your monk Xuanzang, who came to study in China...... I have seen the statue of Master Xuanzang and know that Chinese monks are all bald. ”

Hey? This girl actually knew Buddhism, and I couldn't help but light up and asked, "You also know Buddhism?" Are you a Buddhist? The girl proudly replied, "Buddhists are untouchables, and we are all Hindus...... I was furious, grabbed Yamantha by the collar, and exclaimed, "Who told you that Buddhists are untouchables?" "I personally have no enthusiasm for religion, but Buddhism is the largest religion in China after all, with countless believers, even if it is like an old flower, it is not exempt from vulgarity, and occasionally go to visit famous mountains and temples, and rarely go to worship the statue of the Buddha. There is no need to hope for blessings, and it is still okay to get some spiritual comfort.

Yamantha almost cried and screamed in my voice, and the Indian turtles who were squatting on the ground were also agitated and accused me of being unreasonable...... I glanced back at my teammates, and saw that they were also living perverts, so I couldn't help but sigh, slowly let go of my hand, and snorted coldly: "Who did you hear that Buddhists are untouchables?" ”

After listening to Wu Shuyuan's translation, Yamantha said in shock: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mr. Hua, I have no intention of offending you...... Buddhism had long since died out in India, and it was not until the forties and fifties of the last century that it was officially re-established, and the first adherents were five million untouchables...... So in our place, when we think of Buddhists, we think of untouchables......"

Oh, I see...... The dead fat man asked in a stinging voice, "You guys are just a few people here, how do you run those excavators on the edge of the big trench?" "Not only do the fat men feel strange, but I am also very strange, after all, among the thirty or so people in front of us, it doesn't look like there are excavator drivers.

Yamantha sighed and said, "Those excavators are the property of Master Singh...... I suddenly felt that something was wrong, waved my hand to interrupt Yamansha's words, walked to the window and looked down, only to see that everything outside was calm, and the original bustling rice dumplings were lying on the street and pretending to be dead. I saw that they were pretending to be vivid, and I couldn't help but laugh: "Dead fat." Come and see, those dumplings are playing dead again. ”

The dead fat man squeezed over to take a look, and then scolded: "Why is this place so weird? Turning his head, he asked Yamansha: "Niu'er, why do you dumplings here still pretend to be dead?" After Wu Shuyuan translated, Yamantha said: "I don't know about this, anyway, after the accident, those zombies are like that, when it first started, many people didn't understand what was going on, and many survivors were booby-trapped by the zongzi." Now everyone knows that the dumplings are playing dead, and no one goes near them. Those zongzi don't seem to care, when there is no prey, they just lie down honestly. ”

The dead fat man couldn't understand English, and after listening to Wu Shuyuan's translation, he sighed and said: "Lao Hua, I always think this thing is a bit weird, you said that the zongzi don't have any brains, how can they be so weird?" Just as he was asking, the transmitter on Jian Tianhan's back ticked and ticked.

Jian Tianhan hurriedly recorded the message, and after translating the message, he handed it to me. I saw that his face was a little strange, so I hurriedly took the telegram and looked at it, I couldn't help but perk up, and said with a smile: "Fat brother, it's okay now, the hole in the dungeon has been blown up by us." ”

"What did you say?" After listening to it, the dead fat man snatched the telegram and read it carefully several times before he lost his voice and said: "My grass, Uncle Sam really has a plan, he actually wants to use our intercontinental missiles to block the exit of the dungeon......" Regretfully slapped his thigh: "Brother Jiu can't let go, if you agree to use a nuclear warhead, Lu Haibao The missile they launched will be able to ......" Stared at his little eyes and asked me: "Lao Hua, what are we polite now, hurry up and let Lao Lai launch missiles, shoot him dozens in one go, Wouldn't it be once and for all to seal the exit of the dungeon once and for all......"

Sun Hongxu listened to it next to him, and slowly shook his head and said: "It's useless, we can't block the exit of the dungeon, and the so-called blocking now is just a temporary block." They can dig up at any time, there is no shortage of powerful races in the dungeon, even the two-headed Chimera, what else can block the exit? ”

As soon as he said this, the dead fat man and I also calmed down, I sighed, and said: "Sun Hongxu is right, the follow-up pollution of the first nuclear bomb is too serious, and Brother Jiu's instructions are not unreasonable. Second, the last missile was fired by Lu Haibao and a few of them, and it was able to directly hit the exit of the dungeon, and I think nine times out of ten it was luck, although the missile is a precision-guided weapon, it is not without any deviation. I still remember when we were on the top of the Great Snow Mountain, we were so close to the missile launch base that we were off by more than ten meters. How far do you say it is from our missile base to the American continent? Not to mention tens of thousands of miles away, it is impossible to hit the target with all the shots. ”

The dead fat man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, Sun Hongxu smiled and said: "You don't have to think about it, we can't expect to pollute the exit area of the dungeon with nuclear warheads." The dead fat man was not convinced: "Why not? There are no survivors in that place, and if we only need to be a little more accurate, we won't be able to pollute much of the area, anyway, now that there are so few survivors, we don't necessarily have to use that area, and when we eliminate the enemies in the dungeon, the remaining land will definitely be enough for us to squander. ”

I hurriedly surrendered: "Stop, stop, boss, you can't do this idea, have you thought about it?" The so-called nuclear pollution, it is impossible to kill the enemy at once, as long as the action is fast, the people in the dungeon can quickly break through the nuclear pollution area, at that time their nuclear pollution is very small, at most it is to lose some hair or something, it has no effect at all. And the most important thing is that if we defeat the army of the dungeon one day, they will definitely flee back to the underground at that time, then that exit will become the entrance for us to attack the dungeon, let's block that opening in advance, how can we attack the underground at that time? ”

The dead fat man was dumbfounded: "Isn't it, Lao Hua, you still want to attack the dungeon?" I gritted my teeth in hatred and said, "We can't beat them now, so let's go on the defensive, and when we have enough strength to fight back, can't we attack the dungeon?" ”

The dead fat man gave me a thumbs up: "Okay, old flower, count your kid ambitious...... When we enter the dungeon, we must burn him with a fire. ”

I smiled, looked back at Yamantha, and asked, "What kind of old man did you just say, what's going on?" Who is he? How much power is there now? ”

After listening to the translation, Yamantha sighed and said: "Daddy Singh is the biggest gang leader in Mumbai, and he has nowhere to escape from being wanted by the police...... Of course, rich and powerful people like them are not afraid of the law, and they can settle it with a little money at most, but as soon as the virus broke out, all the people in the officialdom died, and Singh became a savior, and half of the current Mumbai area is his. ”

I was stunned and asked, "Half?" So whose other half of the territory does it belong to? Yamantha's face changed and she said, "The other half is the sea dragon's." I didn't understand: "What did you say?" Who? Sea Dragon? Yamantha nodded and said: "The sea dragon is a kind of god here of ours, very powerful, especially the fishermen who live by the sea, they are very in awe of the sea dragon, and in previous years there was even a secret group that regularly offered young children to the sea dragon. This caused a strong resentment among the people, but no one dared to offend those secret societies. ”

I scratched my nose and asked, "Those secret societies are now blatant after the baptism of the virus outbreak, aren't they?" Yamantha nodded, glanced out the window, and said, "You don't have to be afraid, just say, what's the name of that secret society and where is its headquarters?" "Thinking about his grandmother, I didn't want to pretend to be Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, but I came across the matter of sacrificing people and animals, ******, if you don't stretch out your hand to take care of this matter, isn't this human skin worn in vain?

Yamantha said the name of the place, and then said, "Their headquarters are there now, and this group is called Heart of the Sea, and their leader is a one-armed man, and we don't know his name." He glanced back at a few children beside him, and his eyes were red: "It's about to be the day of sacrifice again, and now there are no children in many places, and I'm worried that they will find us ......sooner or later."

I comforted Yamantha a few words, explained the matter to the dead fat man, and finally said: "His grandmother's, when is it ****** now, how can there be such a thing as a living sacrifice?" That 'Heart of the Sea' organization is simply a cult, worse than a wheel. The dead fat man was also angry when he heard this, and shouted: "Let's just take a breath and take care of their old nest, so as not to harm the world." (To be continued.) )