Picking up the Ak47 in his hand with two shots, knocking down a zombie, Wang Zhiyuan dodged behind Robot 5.

Robot No. 5 twisted his body, flicked his arms away, and grabbed the necks of the two zombies on the left and right.

The two plain and dry faces under the bright light, without any hideous expressions, looked more like two sleepwalking dried corpses.

It's not like the ghouls you encounter outside. Wang Zhiyuan was still wondering why the state of the infected zombies was different every time he saw them.

The short arms of Robot No. 5 pulled out the Ak47 hanging on the right shoulder, and two shots blew the zombie's head. There was no blood splattering, and most of the brains of the two zombies were already occupied by white filaments.

Throw off the two zombies and walk through a short corridor to the electromechanical control room. An iron door with the words "mechanical and electrical land, idlers are not allowed to enter".

took out the door breaker from his waist bag and just melted the lock cylinder, and a huge momentum broke out of the door. Wang Zhiyuan was directly knocked down, and four zombies covered in filaments pounced directly.

Lying on the ground, Wang Zhiyuan subconsciously raised his gun and pulled the trigger for more than a dozen 7.62mm bullets. The white-haired zombie who flew away, and a white-haired zombie next to him pounced on Wang Zhiyuan's chest and opened his mouth to bite.

Quickly raised his left arm, and the white-haired zombie bit on the black arm shield. The knee pad of the right leg pressed against the belly of the white-haired zombie, and the waist was twisted to the left, and the left arm and right knee were forced together.

The white-haired zombie was pushed aside, and Wang Zhiyuan got up with his left hand and picked up Ak47 to smash the white-haired zombie's head.

The other two zombies were pushed down by Robot 5 and crushed their heads. In the central control hall of the black hole, more than a dozen distribution boxes from different departments are neatly placed, and rows of battery cabinets are neatly arranged behind each row of distribution boxes.

Wang Zhiyuan picked up a chair in the center console and threw it on the floor in the middle of the hall, and a very weak-looking zombie slowly crawled out from behind a row of batteries. A few shots completely paralyzed, and it was probably determined that there were no zombies behind these battery cabinets in the hall.

Following Robot No. 5 through the gloomy hall of the central control room and arriving at the door of the generator room, Wang Zhiyuan did not dare to break the door by himself this time. Handing the hot melt door breaker in his hand to Robot 5, he quickly melted the lock cylinder, and asked Robot 5 to push open the patent leather mottled iron door, and inside were two large rusty oil generators.

Looking at the patent leather falling in many places and the rusty generators everywhere, Wang Zhiyuan thought to himself: "This old antique should have been used by no one for decades, except for this catastrophe in modern society, I have never heard of a power outage since I was a child, I hope this thing can start normally." ”

I wiped the thick gray stains on several instrument panels with gloves, and found the oil storage meter and power meter, and the oil storage was really empty after not storing oil for many years. After a few presses on the operation panel, the automatic oil pump starts, and the result is no response at all. Following the light, two yellow pipes were spotted leading into the generator tank from a metal plate marked with an oil tank on the floor.

There was still a hand-cranked oil pump on the pipeline behind the generator, and he turned to No. 5 and said, "You start shaking this oil pump handle now, don't be too quick and I say stop you're stopping." No. 5 held the handle of the oil pump with his right hand, and the slowly rotating oil pump continued to make a metal tearing friction sound, Wang Zhiyuan thought: "I haven't used it for decades, and it is estimated that it is rusted to death. ”

Standing in front of the generator console, listening to the rattling of No. 5 for more than ten minutes, the red oil gauge needle finally jumped slightly. Wang Zhiyuan sat on the chair, his eyes fixed on the pointer of the fuel gauge, and finally arrived at a yellow mark.

He yawned and looked up to No. 5 and said, "You can stop, you don't have to keep shaking." "After pressing the green generator start button a few times, the two generators didn't respond at all. Wang Zhiyuan reluctantly took a crank from the side wall of the generator and inserted it into a hexagonal hole on the side of the generator's transmission shaft.

Wang Zhiyuan moved his shoulders a few times, took a deep breath, held the crank with both hands and used all his strength, almost squirting a mouthful of old blood into the gas mask, and the crank still didn't move. With his hands pressed on his knees, he gasped and said, "No. 5~ It seems that you will have to come here after this kind of strength work, and I really can't come here." ”

Robot No. 5 walked over, grabbed the crank with his right arm and turned it around twice, "Da~Da~Da" emitted a few black smokes, and the generator started normally. Wang Zhiyuan was happy when he suddenly felt that his ankle was grabbed by something, and the frightened Wang Zhiyuan stomped his foot and jumped up from the stool.

Jumping back two steps with Ak47, Wang Zhiyuan saw a frail middle-aged man emerge from under the generator shelf, and after a closer look, he found that the white silk growing on his face was almost indistinguishable.

The middle-aged man raised his head with difficulty, waved his right hand and said something in his mouth, "Babbling~ah~ah~". It seems that the fungus has almost eaten away at his brain, and his body has lost most of its control.

Wang Zhiyuan saw that there was basically no rescue value, and aimed at his head, and shot him in the head. Blood and brains splattered all over the generator console. After looking at it through the light, the tissue is still normal, and it seems that the whole brain has not been occupied by the fungus.

M24 grenades and can incendiary bombs were removed from the bag and taped to the generator fuel tank along with a time-delay detonation control detonator. He pressed the yellow automatic oil button on the generator console with the muzzle of the gun, and came to the central control room with No. 5.

Wang Zhiyuan thought to himself: "God willing, there is no residual broadcast information in the broadcasting equipment, otherwise it will be really troublesome to attract a group of things now." ”

came out of the underground and returned to the first floor, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Xia Meinu~ Did your puppy go to the broadcast control room on the 15th floor?" ”

"It's been a while early, and I've come up the stairwell, and there are quite a few dead infected people along the way. The 15th floor is full of disgusting maggots and swarms of large green-headed flies. I'm almost throwing up. ”

Climb up the fire staircase, and you will encounter a few infected people covered in white silk and like pupae shrunk on the stairs. This time, Wang Zhiyuan learned from the thief, holding AK47 and keeping a slight distance of 6 positions from Robot 5.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned a corner, No. 5's red mechanical leg just passed in front of a lying corpse, and the corpse jumped up with its upper body, and hugged one of No. 5's right hind legs with both hands.

Robot 5 didn't reply, one arm slightly supported the wall. The left hind leg was lifted back, twisted to the left, and the toe flicked to the right, and the zombie's head was pierced with a big hole.

Weakly paralyzed in the stairwell in front of Wang Zhiyuan, Wang Zhiyuan thought to himself: "I think No. 5 is my guard, otherwise I don't know how I died." ”