The chase did not last long, and Zhao Qiang finally lost the trace of the black shadow in a large group of containers, and the sound of pure water was heard in the distance, and the oncoming wind carried a faint earthy smell.

"Trap?" This is Zhao Qiang's first reaction, in any city, there is only one place where containers are piled up - the wharf, and the other party brought himself here, definitely not as simple as letting himself come to the river to see the scenery.

The terrain of the terminal is open but the terrain is complex, with towering tower cranes and densely packed containers, except for those normal passage areas, the container accumulation area of the terminal is basically synonymous with the maze, and unfamiliar people will most likely get lost in the maze of containers that look exactly the same.

In such an environment, everywhere can become an ambush position, the night is dark, but Zhao Qiang does not dare to be careless, he can evolve a glimmer of night vision, others can, or the other party also has a night vision device, darkness, not necessarily an insurmountable obstacle.

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhao Qiang naturally put his body completely on the outer wall of the container, and carefully searched towards the core area of the dock, he had mobilized all the sensory organs in his body, and the 97-type insurance had also been opened, so he could deal with emergencies at any time.

"Come out." Zhao Qiang said coldly to the air, behind the narrow passage, there is a small piece of development, half the size of a basketball court, and less than 1 foot away from his neck, an extremely thin and straight metal wire hangs in the air, if you don't notice it and rush over, there is only one consequence, this thin metal wire will be like the sharpest guillotine, cutting off Zhao Qiang's neck.

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Chihiro was very depressed, many people around her began to get sick, and the patients all invariably had symptoms such as general fatigue, loose and falling teeth, bone and joint muscle pain, and a large number of petechiae and ecchymoses appeared under the skin.

"Scurvy!" An experienced veteran seafarer told Chihiro that this strange disease, which has plagued mankind since the Crusades of the Middle Ages, especially the sailors of the voyage, is almost impossible to see today, and that it can be prevented and cured by eating green vegetables or fresh fruits regularly.

When they went out, the old crew member told Chihiro that the easiest way to treat these sick crew members was to go to the pharmacy and get some vitamin C.

With the help of night, Chihiro carefully walks through the streets of the city, the route is planned a long time ago, Chihiro has no guns, so she can only use some small means to deal with the overwhelming zombies, such as quiet.

Chihiro is like a dexterous cat, whether it is walking or running, it hardly makes any sound, and it is extremely fast, often before the zombies can react, Chihiro has already disappeared into the distance.

Another example is weapons, for Chihiro, guns may not be the right weapon, modern firearms will always emit deafening noise, in a world full of zombies, noise means exposure, therefore, Chihiro, who acts silently, chooses tinsel that can also kill people in silence.

Chihiro never takes the initiative to fight zombies, let alone face hordes of zombies, and will only shoot when zombies appear on the road or destination she must travel. The metal wire silently bypassed the zombie's neck, and then tightened instantly, and the metal wire would cut off the zombie's head completely like a quick knife cutting tofu.

Chihiro has set up countless of these metal wires near her area of action, and over time it has formed a relatively safe course of action, and the silent action has never attracted the attention of the zombies, so Chihiro is also a little careless.

"Vitamin C, pharmacy." Chihiro thought silently in her heart, and on the road map in her heart, the pharmacy was in a far position.

As usual, there were no zombies, and as usual, Chihiro read silently, praying not to meet even a single zombie. Chihiro shuttles through the concrete jungle like a civet, this road has been traveled countless times, and even with her eyes closed, Chihiro will not get lost in this area.

Finally arrived, and looking at the pharmacy sign not far away, Chihiro finally breathed a sigh of relief. Not a single zombie has been touched! Chihiro, who was in a good mood, hummed a minor tune and gently kicked the glass bottle at the door of the drugstore.

Not good! There are zombies! Chihiro was startled, but it was too late, and the crisp sound of the glass bottle was so clear and deafening in the quiet night. You can't hear, you can't hear, Chihiro prayed desperately, but God didn't hear the poor girl's prayer, and in the darkness, the dark shadow reacted instantly.

The two cold eyes swept over in an instant, and Chihiro suddenly felt that his scalp was exploding, and the hairs all over his body stood up, and he couldn't care about distinguishing whether the black shadow was a zombie or a human, so he immediately turned around and ran.

The panicked Chihiro ran the wrong route several times, and even almost ran into the trap she had laid.

Chihiro's speed is very fast, but the figure is not slow, and his physical strength is surprisingly good, fine beads of sweat have appeared on Chihiro's forehead, but that figure does not feel tired at all.

It must be a new zombie! It's tough! Thinking of the patients at home, Chihiro's tears were about to come out, and she was about to return to the station, but that guy hung behind him unrelentingly, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Be sure to keep him out! Chihiro gritted her teeth, her camp was on a freighter, no one knew how to drive this big guy, so the freighter has been docked on the shore, the container terminal is the last line of defense of the camp, and the survivors here rely on these labyrinthine containers to resist the attacks of the zombie army again and again.

On the way to retreat, it only took Chihiro a few seconds to set a trap, and all that was left was to hide in the shadows and wait for the pesky stalker to crash into the metal wire hanging in mid-air and die for his life.

"Come out!" The stalker turned out to be human, and had stopped less than a foot away from the trap.

Chihiro didn't say anything, a strange man followed all the way, it was impossible to tell if he was friend or foe, and he seemed to be holding a gun in his hand, which was a danger signal, at least the message in his voice was not so friendly.

"Who are you?" Chihiro plucked up her courage, the night hid her petite body well, and the scattered shipping containers made it impossible to determine the source of the sound.