Altaïr has a bad problem, that is, his sense of direction is very bad, he is a super road idiot, even if it is a straight road, he has the possibility of getting lost. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As early as the beginning of the game, he was late to enter the arena because he couldn't find the monitoring room.

It was definitely the worst decision to let him go to the underground garage alone to find a vehicle that received the satellite signal, and for a road idiot, the dim and complex scene of the underground garage of the mall was like a copy of the abyss difficulty, and it was definitely a place where they could not return.

He got lost in the underground garage for two hours, from the second stage of Zombies to the third stage of Zombies.

Thanks to his excellent skills and the powerful firearms he carries, he was not eaten by zombies in the basement.

As the zombies entered the third stage of evolution, they had given up looking for an exit, and Altaïr, who was hiding in the back seat of an off-road vehicle and waiting for his teammates to rescue him, noticed that many zombies were running wildly in the same direction.

I guess someone has come to the basement level.

He realized that he might be saved, so he hurriedly got out of the off-road vehicle, carefully dodged the zombies passing by, and sneaked in the direction where the zombies were concentrated.

Sure enough, there were two survivors in front of them who were desperately resisting the siege of the zombies, one of them was the night owl with a strange radio, and the other was a sleepless night who was good at analysis.

Later, Altaïr shot and saved him from sleepless nights......

"I can finally get out of here!!"

Altaïr almost cried tears of joy, hugging his head and crying.

Helping the sleepless night to dispose of the zombies behind him, he also threw the other gun on his back to his teammates, and said with a smile: "If you come half an hour late, I may really commit suicide and leave the game." ”

"Isn't it, you can't rush out with a gun?"

Sleepless at night, skillfully operating the M4A1 in his hand, raising the gun to the zombies running over is 'sudden and sudden' twice, an accurate headshot.

"Uh...... You may not believe it, I'm lost here. ”

His teammate slipped and nearly fell after hearing Altaïr's reason, and he looked back at Altaïr with a strange look.

"Are you kidding? Can you get lost? ”

Actually, I'm also lost in the simpler terrain, Altaïr nodded awkwardly, and sneered.

With the guns, the firepower has obviously increased by several notches, and many zombies have not been able to get close before they can run close before they are knocked back by bullets and flying, their limbs are broken, and their flesh and blood are flying.

After joining up with the night owls not far away, the three of them formed a defensive formation back-to-back and moved towards the staircase of the walking staircase.

"Brother, thank you just now, without your shot, I guess I would have been gnawed by zombies."

After retreating to the first floor of the mall, he took the time to thank Altaïr in the middle of the night.

"Alas, it's me who should say thank you, if you hadn't come down, I would have been trapped in the basement and would never have been able to get out."

"So serious?!"

"An able-bodied person like you won't understand the pain of a road idiot."

Altaïr sighed and shook his head helplessly.

……

After the zombies entered the third stage of evolution, the zombies outside the mall also began to pour into the mall in an organized and targeted manner.

Since the four main entrances have been blocked, they can only blindly follow their peers in front of them, climbing the stairs from the basement level to the first floor of the mall.

Due to the narrowness of the walking ladder, the number of zombies that can successfully run to the first floor of the mall at a time is small, and in order to save bullets, the three survivors have changed into melee weapons.

Altaïr's few strokes were like shooting a martial arts action movie, and he knocked a close zombie to the ground with three strokes and five divided by two, but because the fist with spikes was a whiteboard quality equipment, the attack power was one line worse, and the zombie who fell to the ground could not be killed by a punch.

"Pretty good!"

The night owl and the sleepless night were all in their eyes, and they couldn't help but be impressed by this road idiot Ataier.

"Use this, damage high."

In the middle of the night, he simply handed the mace in his hand to Altaïr, and he pulled out the dagger of the relic of the wolf's burial love.

Altaïr had just saved his life on the basement level, which was enough to show that the player was not playing the game with the intention of robbing his teammates.

Since he is a teammate he can trust, he should use good steel on the blade, and with Altaïr's skills, the mace is simply a tiger in his hand.

"Good equipment!"

After receiving the mace, Altaïr's eyes lit up and he praised.

"Better gear is yet to come."

The Night Stalker also threw away the weapon-making book, and he didn't need to hide the props that couldn't be brought out of the scene anyway.

Moreover, the way this book calculates the number of zombies killed is the sum of the number of zombies killed by each Survivor who has possessed it.

One more Altaïr will allow you to unlock the third weapon sooner.

"I didn't expect such an alternative weapon to exist in this scene!"

After a brief look at the introduction of the manufacturing book, combined with the properties of the mace in his hand, Altaïr realized that the weapons recorded in the manufacturing book must be extraordinary.

"Originally, I thought that having a gun would be enough to hold on for 10 hours, but now it seems that holding on to this scene for 10 hours is far easier than I imagined."

"Don't take it lightly, these zombies have evolved three times, and they don't know what will become of them in the future."

Sleepless reminded that although he learned the strategy from the night owl and knew the time of the zombie's next evolution, it was related to the secret hidden in the night owl, and casually sharing it with a third party would only bring unnecessary trouble.

After using the mace's special effect 'Tempest', Altaïr unsurprisingly fell in love with this striking weapon, and began to actively seek out zombies.

As the three of them kept killing the zombies that rushed to the first floor of the mall, the number of zombie kills in the manufacturing book increased at a rapid rate.

……

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Located in the clothing area of the mall, the 'Clothes Library' is still the original fitting room, where a man and a woman are standing close to the small fitting room, not daring to move.

"Oh my God, why did I hide with you in the fitting room of the closet again?!!"

The killer's brother raised his face high and covered his face in shame, making an invisible appearance: "It's a shame on the dead." ”

Just as she was talking, the door of the fitting room was suddenly pounded a few times from the outside, followed by the tooth-sore sound of fingernails scraping the door panel, and the drooling and gurgling sound of teeth biting rhythmically.

"Shh

Dawn, who was standing on the opposite side with a straight chest and an iodine belly, hurriedly covered his sister's mouth, signaled his teammates not to make a sound, and then pointed his finger outside, with a terrifying expression.

It wasn't until the guy who was banging on the door outside shuffled away that he let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't know, I saw that these zombies suddenly became faster, and they learned to climb the stairs, so I thought about getting you out of there quickly, and then somehow, I took you here again......"

The killer brother raised his cheeks high, looking like he was going to punch Dawn to the chest with a small fist, and said angrily: "Stupid! I'm really by you. ”

"You shouldn't have wasted bullets killing those zombies when you were down there just now." Dawn weakly reminded, "Now that we're out of bullets, we can't kill the zombie outside." ”

"I want you to take care of it, long-winded!" The killer's brother held his head high towards the boy and stuck out his tongue unrepentantly.

As soon as the two of them had exchanged words, there was another sound of banging on the door and scratching the door outside, and the zombie who left obviously heard the sound of talking, and went back again.

Dawn and the killer brother stood against the wall in the fitting room staring wide-eyed, praying in their hearts that the night owl with the radio who had saved them last time would happen to pass by here again this time.

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