The white-looking walls were actually stitched together with a secret door.

Fu Yizhi pushed the secret door open, and it was a small room inside.

When the flashlight was turned on, the room was poorly equipped, with only a pair of desks and chairs and a bookshelf standing sideways.

On the ground, there is a lot of fuel oil used to generate electricity.

"Wow!"

Fu An'an's eyes widened, "Brother Fu, where did you get so much fuel?" ”

finally understood why Fu Yizhi asked her to clear the space.

Fu Yizhi: "A resource point that was discovered by chance. ”

Fu An'an quickly put away the gasoline on the ground, which filled the remaining space, and even had a few extra barrels.

Coupled with the fact that they had stored in the basement of the villa before, it was completely enough for the last few days.

##

It's 1:46 a.m., and the rapid movement makes them consume a lot more oxygen than usual.

It happened that in the dark room, the two of them changed the air tank again.

From now on, they probably have more than forty minutes of air to use.

The distance from the cottage to the villa is about forty minutes.

Time was of the essence, and both of them tacitly accelerated their speeds.

Along the way, they encountered several robberies, and they were almost involved.

In the end, I returned to the villa before the oxygen was about to run out, which was also considered a thrill.

After changing into a new air tank, the two sat downstairs to breathe slowly, quietly waiting for the suffocation moment to pass.

Immediately after that, Fu An'an began to clean up their supplies.

Combined with the robbers, they now have a total of eighty-one air canisters.

Of these, 16 are full and 65 are empty.

But now they have compressors, and these empty bottles will be filled sooner or later.

Fu An'an's originally tense mood was also slightly relaxed.

And outside the villa.

The police station was attacked, and all the air compressors were lost, which completely boiled the already unpeaceful town.

Even the people who were hiding in the house were already aware of it at this time.

The police station is gone, even if it survives today, where should tomorrow's air tank be replenished?

If you want to survive, air is the key!

In today's situation, whoever gets the air compressor is the king!

Overnight.

The small organization in the town, which was originally intricate and related to each other, has undergone an unknown number of power changes.

In the process of continuous division, tearing, and fusion, new tissues are created.

No one can sleep tonight.

When the suffocation moment is over, people put down the oxygen tank, and the tip of their nose lingers with a rusty smell.

The surviving citizens were reduced by nearly half overnight, and the rest were eventually temporarily split into four large gangs due to the inflatable compressors.

##

The last ten days under the firmament, at the very beginning, pulled down the prelude to its cruelty.

The once bustling streets are now sparsely populated.

What was once a place of birds and flowers has become a place where countless people are buried.

The evergreen pines and cypresses now have a few leaves hanging on their branches, the flowers and plants have long since withered, and the bald yellow color casts a dead ash over the town.

There was a foul smell throughout the town.

Whoop -

A bearded man kicked away the piles of leaves at his feet, staring blankly ahead with drooping eyelids.

At this time, a person came in front of him.

When the two were almost a meter away, the man suddenly burst into the neck of the person with a screwdriver hidden in his palm.

The man on the other side looked at him with wide eyes, and his body fell to the side weakly, and the blade hidden in his sleeve slipped quietly.