"Hey." Ziliang shouted at Leon, "Do you have any plans now?" ”

Leon hesitated: "Although I am not in office, I still have an obligation to save the survivors in this city." Leon said while pulling open a drawer: "But Marven has said just now, this city has been dead since yesterday, and he expects that all the living people in Raccoon City will be left with you and me, so the only thing we can do now is to escape quickly......"

"How do you escape?" Ziliang asked directly, since the compass guides Leon, it saves a lot of things, just follow him, oh, and by the way, I have to ensure that this kid survives.

"When it comes to how to escape, I have a plan." Leon said, then pulled out a map of the police station from his backpack, presumably from the boxes and cabinets he had just found.

He spread out the map and then pointed to a place: "Right now our location is in the lobby of the police station, and there are zombies outside, so we need vehicles ......"

"Vehicles?" Ziliang asked panderingly.

"Yes, if we just rush out on foot, we won't be able to run out of ammunition and food within two blocks, let alone out of the city, so we need a car ......," he said, moving his finger across the map to draw a course of action: "Down here, there's a parking lot, and there should be undamaged vehicles." ”

"Well, good plan, let's get going."

"Wait!" Leon immediately shouted, "There's a table over there, I'll take a look, maybe I'll find some ammunition." After saying that, he hurriedly ran over and turned over again.

I have to say that in this case, it is still very useful to have a teammate who can endure to look for supplies everywhere, Leon is very fast to turn over boxes and cabinets, and it is also very organized, the whole hall is divided into small pieces according to the area, and then each small piece is collected from top to bottom from one side, not letting go of any corner that can hide things, and where the figure passes, like locusts raging, in just a few minutes, he was forced to be alone, and made a carpet search momentum.

Ziliang thinks that this guy has not worked in the search and rescue team before he was admitted to the police academy.

Without further ado, five minutes later, "Alright, there should be nothing left, let's head to the parking lot." ”

In this way, Ziliang and his party finally embarked on the journey to the underground parking lot.

To be honest, the road is a bit far, because a few days ago, many doors were locked and all the roller shutters had been lowered as the police station as the last defensive area, which made the already unapproachable distance even more complicated, and many places had to detour......

And because Old Joey has all his strength exhausted, and because he has been infected with the virus, he can't let him stage the drama of splitting the iron door again. So, everyone followed Lyon completely and walked forward in this police station.

And along the way, there are naturally some scattered zombies, most of them are wearing police uniforms, wandering aimlessly in the corridors, it seems that several days of hard resistance still did not let them get rid of the final tragic fate.

But the good news is that the zombies here are not like the streets, in groups, and the various corridors, walls, and doors separate them from each other, even if there are gunshots, it will not cause a large number of zombies to surround the situation, which makes the long-range shooting of the pistol play an advantage.

In this way, after nearly an hour of groping, the group finally came to a door. On the top of the door, there is a sign with a capital letter "P", and it is obvious that the opposite side of this door is the parking lot.

Leon and the others approached the door and carefully pushed it open...... A cool breeze blew in.

On the other side of the door, there is a large space.

This parking lot, as if unexpectedly there was no damage, some police cars parked quietly by the wall, not too messy, and, as far as the eye can see, there are only a few wandering zombies in the far corner, at this distance, they are not a threat to everyone.

This was the first place the group had found since leaving the police station hall where they could relax a little.

Maybe it was because of the long-term nervous tension, he suddenly relaxed, and with a "wow......" sound, Leon threw up in the corner of the wall and vomited.

Although he is a policeman, he still has just graduated from the police academy, and in the face of those zombies who would have been colleagues, he pulled the trigger again and again and smashed the other party's head, under such mental pressure, he can still maintain no collapse, which is already very impressive.

After vomiting for a while, Leon finally eased up a little, and he looked at Ziliang and the others...... "You guys...... I didn't seem to be nervous. ”

He hesitated for a moment and asked, in fact, to be honest, Ziliang's group is not only not nervous, their skillful technique of cutting down zombies is not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

Ziliang slapped off a few pieces of minced meat on his white coat: "It's nothing, we are all doctors, and we don't see corpses less than you police, and this guy ......" He pointed at Old Joey: "In addition to chopping meat every day, he is still chopping meat, so he is naturally more adapted to this situation than us." ”

Leon frowned and nodded, although this sounded fine, but ...... Still suspicious...... Are doctors and butchers such murderous professions? The posture of these guys cutting off their heads made Leon wonder if they were splitting a few heads every once in a while to practice their hands?

But at this time, no one had the heart to delve into these things, Leon straightened up and smoothed his breath.

"Let's go, if we're lucky, we should be able to find a car that didn't have time to be locked."

With that, he checked the remaining bullets and walked towards a police car on the side.

That's when ...... A gust of wind blew, and the shredded paper scattered on the ground made a slight rattling sound, making this quiet environment suddenly feel a little more inexplicably nervous.

As the wind blew, a strange smell wafted in, a smell that was not usually there, a thick smell with a rancid smell in it, like some kind of undercooked meat.

"What does it smell like?"

Leon sniffed and looked around warily.

By this time, Hannibal's keen sense of smell had caught the direction of the smell, and he quietly pointed to a corner of the parking lot, where several cars were parked side by side...... And that smell comes from the shadows behind the car.

.。 m.