The inside of the airport is completely screwed. Civilians were shot on the spot, and soldiers were hung with their hands tied behind their backs and shot. There were many corpses hanging on the railing on the second floor of the waiting hall, swaying and shadowing.

It takes years to build an airport, but it only takes a few hours to destroy it.

A few hours after the spore outbreak began, the bustling Ojo Airport was reduced to ruins. The terminal building is riddled with holes, and the runway is littered with large black smoke from the wreckage of the aircraft. If you look closely, you can see faces on the portholes. Their expressions were anguished, as they had been before they died.

Bodies were piled up in the corners of the waiting hall, and empty gasoline cans were thrown beside them.

Rows of bullet holes in the walls are there.

It is clear that those people were executed and then cremated. Underneath the charred crust is blanched red flesh and wisps of green smoke. Beads of shiny oil rolled on the gray and black corpse. A few hands stretched out abruptly from under the pile of corpses, stretched out in despair.

There were a number of toys scattered on the floor. Cloth bears, plastic Optimus Prime with broken legs, and so on and so forth.

These people must have been desperate when they were slaughtered. Finally escaped the zombie attack, ran all the way to the airport, and thought that he could leave by plane, but he died so miserably.

Only a few are still alive. Under the threat of gunpoint, they worked like slaves. The mob forced them to collect the deceased's luggage and find out the goods. Their own watches, necklaces, and wallets were all handed over. There were a few pretty-looking women, and even their clothes were confiscated.

These thugs are shrewd. Those who can make it to the departure hall have some good things in their suitcases. They chose this place to make a fortune, and they must have thought about it beforehand.

It's a lot of gains. In the middle of the departure hall, a hill of valuables is piled up. Gold watches, gold rings, gold necklaces, gold bars, banknotes, jewels, ...... Dazzling, with an alluring sheen.

The above is the current situation of the airport, the atmosphere is very apocalyptic, and the order has completely collapsed.

Nan Xiao roughly described these situations to the others.

“…… There were about a hundred thugs in total. Here's how I counted: they were gathered around the windows in twos and threes, and occupied a total of twenty-six windows in the departure hall. In addition, you can hear the howls of zombies when they are angry in the building, and there are non-stop gunshots, so there must be people who have invested in cleaning up zombies. If you count all the people, that's pretty much the number. ”

Hearing the hundred thugs, Joel's face changed. "Only retreat." Again, he emphasized.

There were three men and two women in the Humvee, and they had to deal with more than 100 thugs. In his opinion, this is 100% a rhythm of death.

Tommy nodded. He had never expressed an opinion contrary to his brother's. Whatever Joel says, he approves of.

Sarah had broken her leg in a fall and couldn't move while lying in the car. Seeing her father's anxious face, she was also worried.

Only Dr. Virginia remained adamantly opposed to the retreat, but she couldn't convince Joel and had to turn to Nan Xiao for help: "Please, live plants are the only hope for making an immunization vaccine." The billions of surviving people on the planet need it! ”

Nan Xiao didn't say a word, thinking quickly in his head.

Can you win?

Ignoring Virginia and Sarah, there are only three combat power on this side. Three against more than a hundred, can you win? What are the advantages?

With Mao Yuyu, the transparency of the battlefield is a big advantage, how to use it to make up for the gap in numbers?

……

He pondered it for a full three minutes before speaking. "I think there's a chance, but everybody's got to listen to me, okay?"

"Chance?"

"Well, if you look at the floor plan of this terminal, it has two entrances and exits. Joel, Tommy, you-"

Joel suddenly interrupted Nan Xiao's words and asked him, "Who are you?" ”

"Me? I'm just an ordinary adventurer. ”

"Ordinary adventurers will just sit in a bar and brag and deceive little girls who have never seen the world. Most of their adventures are based on video sites, and they should be scared like a chick when they are in danger. Yet you're calm, I think...... You've definitely killed people, and more than one. ”

Joel was serious and seemed skeptical.

What should my personality be? Since the beginning of "using the magic power of travel" just now, Nan Xiao has been thinking about this matter.

At this time, there is no benefit to pretending to be a pig, and when it is time to be high-profile, you have to be appropriately high-profile.

Nan Xiao, who was familiar with the novels of the starting point, had countless names of the sects in his chest at this time. Too many options can sometimes be an annoyance. Well, which tiger skin should I pull?

…… Sure enough, it still doesn't work. Those names that are more popular than one another, I usually look at them on my mobile phone, and I really want to report that I am a "true disciple of XX Xianzun" or something, I always feel too ashamed, and my personality has collapsed.

In the end, he decided to be original, and Nan Xiao began to run the train with his mouth full: "Actually, I am a descendant of the Kunlun clan, and my father is the patriarch of the Kunlun clan. I look like a Chinese, but our family left China a long time ago and have lived for generations in a primeval forest called Wakanda in eastern Africa. For 2,000 years, we have been in isolation. Through a mysterious ancient ritual, we can feel the 'qi' that exists between heaven and earth, which forms the foundation of our race. Through the perception of 'qi', the Kunlun clan has high qualities such as five senses, physical strength, and intelligence, and has developed such a secret technique as the Divine Power of Travel. ”

Where do a few foreigners know what "qi" is, and when they hear about the ancient "Kunlun clan", just like hearing the "wizard bloodline" in Harry Potter, they suddenly feel very mysterious and awesome, and they are not in awe.

Nan Xiao looked at it, and the heat was ready. As the saying goes, distance produces beauty, and the unknown brings a sense of mystery.

When he saw it, he immediately pulled the topic back: "In short, this matter can't be said in too much detail." You can trust me. ”

"So, how are we going to fight?" Joel looked a little persuaded and began to discuss it in earnest.

Since he pulled up the tiger skin of the Kunlun clan, Nan Xiao simply showed his hand again.

With a snap of the fingers, there were two more PSG-1 sniper rifles on the floor of the Humvee. One more bullet, and two boxes of special ammunition for PSG-1 came out.

This hand is quite windy, and it immediately frightened a few foreigners.

Nan Xiao took the opportunity to sell his plan: "Joel, Tommy, I want you to block the two entrances and exits of the terminal building. I'll report the location and movement of the enemy in the squad channel, and all you have to do is snipe them at every opportunity, how about it? ”

Joel thought for a moment, "You want to sneak in?" ”

Shocked, it is worthy of being a fierce man who slaughtered the entire hunter camp by himself twenty years later, and with just one sentence, he has already guessed Nan Xiao's battle plan.