"Damn it!" Fang Dong scolded in a low voice. Originally, I was expecting to be able to drive a forklift in, so it would be much easier to carry these cans. It's nearly a kilometer away from where you park, and even if you use a cart, it's not a problem.

He and Zhang Zhao climbed up to the third floor of the warehouse and stood on the bracket along the window, from which they could see the situation outside the warehouse below. The situation here is worse than imagined, and I thought that there were only a few zombies, so everyone can solve it. But the situation below is a crowd of zombies, crowded together, and the iron mesh doors between the various exits have also been broken. Depending on the situation, the corpses poured in from the square outside, and because the exit was too small, for a long time, these zombies could not find a way out. Zombies have no intelligence, if humans encounter this situation, people outside can let them go, move them. Zombies are different, as long as a certain number of zombies gather in one place, the rest will be squeezed in.

The crowded zombie crowd didn't even have a place to stay, and the few forklifts parked outside were almost submerged in it. Even if there are a few grenades now, they can't wipe them all out, let alone the melee weapons in everyone's hands. It is impossible to implement the plan to drive a forklift, and opening the door is equivalent to looking for death.

"I thought of a solution, Team Zhang, do you think this will work? Isn't the door we came in quite spacious, including the space between the shelves in the warehouse? If we manage to open that roller shutter door with enough notch for trucks to come in, then trucks can go straight here. Fang Dong thought for a moment and said what he thought.

"I think this is the safest and most effective way, okay, Fang Dong." Zhang Zhao said approvingly.

Next, Zhang Zhao told everyone about Fang Dong's idea and agreed with it. Otaku may be a little weaker in terms of physical strength, but they are still more creative in their ideas. And many people are easy to get into the horns of the horns in some things, and everyone only thinks about how to transport the canned food, but they don't think of driving the car here directly.

A group of people turned back and returned to the exit of the parked truck, and the driver, Xiao Zhu, waited for a while, and was about to fall asleep. Seeing everyone come out, he rubbed his face and asked sleepily, "How is it, have you found the can?" ”

"Found it, more than expected, hurry up and wake up, let's drive the car in." Fang Dong urged.

Wang Wu and the third child found a crowbar from the warehouse, used their strength to feed, and pushed the rolled-up roller shutter door up. But the quality of this roller shutter door is too strong, and it doesn't have much effect after a while. Fang Dong got into the car, gestured in front of him with his hand, and then said to Wang Wu and them: "Brother Wang, you give way, I think it's about the same." ”

Zhang Zhao smiled and said something about this kid. Fang Dong's personality is still somewhat similar to Guo Rong, and in many things, Guo Rong is almost the same. At the exit next door, there are more than a dozen zombies who have been lying on the iron net and roaring for a long time, and everyone has been careful not to make a sound, but they didn't expect that since the zombies have found them and can't cross the iron net, why not get it with fanfare.

Fang Dong started the truck, first drove forward slowly, just after the front of the car passed the gap in the rolling shutter door, and then forward, the truck compartment reached the top. The shutter door made a screeching sound, which made the zombies next door even more excited. Fang Dong was like an old driver, unhurried, glanced up, and then stepped on the accelerator, and in the process of moving forward, he forcibly twisted the gap of about twenty centimeters directly into a strange shape. The metal of the roller shutter rubbed against the carriage, making a sharp sound. After the truck was fully driven in, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Zhao and Langchen climbed into the car, and Fang Dong cheered excitedly: "Exciting, haha." "Perhaps, every otaku has an adventurous heart.

Fang Dong turned on the headlights, and the vehicle was in the aisle between the warehouses, driving smoothly, and it didn't take long to reach the front of the can pile. No one would have imagined that an otaku's driving skills would be so good, and it seems that there are many things that require talent.

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, it seemed that the roof of the warehouse was shaking, and the rainstorm was coming, Zhang Zhao hurriedly said: "Everyone hurry up, it's going to rain soon." ”

Two of the four people carried the cans, and the two carried the goods in the car, piling them up. Wang Wu moved three boxes at a time, picking canned meat, canned fruit was delicious and not hungry, and almost no one moved. It took more than half an hour, and it was almost half full.

Langchen also leaned his weapon box against the side of the carriage and showed his skills to help, but he didn't expect to pile up the goods, and he was quite experienced. Zhang Zhao was holding two boxes of canned pork ribs, and just as he passed it to him, Langchen's body suddenly paused, made a gesture, and said in a low voice: "Listen, what is the sound?" ”

Zhang Zhao gently put the canned food in the carriage and listened attentively, but except for the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the warehouse, nothing else was found. "Is there something wrong?" Even though he couldn't hear it himself, he asked.

"No, it's definitely not, everyone hurry up and get in the car." After speaking, Langchen grabbed the weapon box and turned over and got out of the car, and went to close the car door. Wang Wu put down the can that he was moving. "What's going on, there's a lot more to it?" he asked. "Canned food is an extremely tempting material for him, and it can be seen from his expression that he is very reluctant.

Although everyone had some doubts, they still listened to Langchen's advice and hurriedly got into the car. Fortunately, when the landlord started the car, the headlights shone into the distance, and I happened to see a group of more than a dozen zombies walking in slowly from the direction of their entrance.

"I'm so grassy, I'm overshadowed by Zhou Tu." Zhang Zhao cursed a swear word, and just now he focused on the can, forgetting about this stubble. He couldn't wait to slap himself a few times, it had been more than half an hour, and the second truck did not come in, and everyone did not pay attention.

Zombies are like hungry wolves out of the cage, more and more, as if they smell the smell of living people, these corpses that have been blocked out and held for a long time rush over here madly.

"Team Zhang, what should I do!" Fangdong Express. Now it has really become a turtle in an urn, there is only one exit, and now it has been blocked by dense zombies.

Zhou Tu must have taken advantage of the fact that after they came in, he broke the iron net outside and let in the corpses. Zhang Zhao punched his fist on the platform in front of the passenger seat, and said angrily: "Rush over!" ”

The truck has been modified to block a certain impact, and in the face of several zombies, it is not a problem to run over directly. But the problem is that there are at least two or three hundred zombies slowly surrounding now, and there may be more outside.

Fang Dong did not hesitate, immediately started the truck and drove towards the corpses. The roof crackled with the rain, and the excited roar of the corpses, everyone had to shout when they spoke.

After driving five or six hundred meters, the truck came into contact with the corpses, and obviously felt that the body was stagnant, and then it was difficult to drive high and low. The corpses all lunged towards the truck, waving their arms and slapping the glass and the car. Zhang Zhao even felt that his body couldn't stop trembling, he was not so scared in his heart, but his body was uncontrollable.

The sharp shovel at the front end of the truck pushed the corpses in front of him, a zombie whose lower limbs were pressed underneath, only the upper body was still hanging on the rearview mirror, he wanted to reach out to grab it, but it fell to the ground, from the rearview mirror, he could still see the crowding behind the car, chasing the corpses.

The windshield was mostly covered by the splashing of black flesh, Fang Dong turned on the wipers to clean up, trying not to let these filthy things block the realization. The truck was still about fifty meters away from the exit, and there was a space behind the corpses, and it seemed that most of the zombies had already poured in.

Just as Fang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden loud noise on the roof of the car, and Zhang Zhao saw that the place was concave down. The truck is moving, is there something falling on the shelf? What happened next completely ruled out his idea. The roof of the car made the sound of heavy objects falling one after another, including the car behind it.

"It's not good, it's a mutant zombie!" Zhang Zhao was like a frightened bird, and shouted: "Fang Dong, rush out!" ”

At the same time, a huge object slid down, grabbed the roof of the car with one arm, and kept banging on the windshield with the other.

This mutant zombie had never been seen before, it was estimated to be two meters tall, and its entire body almost covered half of the windshield, Fang Dong shouted Mom, and stepped on the accelerator under his feet. The mutant zombie pounded the glass, full of power, and if it continued like this, it would be broken by him sooner or later. In a panic, Zhang Zhao took out a flashlight and saw a white paper-like body from the broken windshield.

This is a snow-white mutant zombie, with skin like tight goosebumps, no hair, no eyes, only a large mouth that reaches the back of the head, a mouth full of dense fangs, and his arms, as if they have muscle-like lines. The speed and explosiveness of this mutant zombie were fierce, and the palm of his hand was in the shape of a fist with three black claws growing on it.

He doesn't have eyes, so he doesn't have the ability to sense light, but he keeps having his elbows to hit the glass. The mutant zombie opened its mouth and roared at Zhang Zhao, and then, two more cranes hung down from the roof of the car, one left and one right, violently hitting the glass.

"Team Zhang, get him down!" Fang Dong shouted, he only glanced at the mutated zombie, and knew that this was by no means a good stubble. If it weren't for reality, Fang Dong might have looked at it twice, he had played countless horror games, and he had seen more ferocious and disgusting images than this.

Fang Dong's shouting voice lingered in Zhang Zhao's mind, as if he had woken up from a dream, he immediately pulled out the Tang knife, aimed at the mutant zombie and stabbed it. At the moment when the windshield broke, the Tang knife directly stabbed the mutant zombie in the chest, and under the pain, the mutant zombie shook its body violently, and Zhang Zhao almost couldn't even catch the Tang knife.

The mutant zombie was competing with Zhang Zhao in a power contest, one of his hands still firmly grasping the roof of the car, and the other hand sticking through the crack in the windshield. Zhang Zhao leaned back, avoiding the attack, then grabbed Tang Dao between his feet, took out the pistol left by Li Zijing from his arms, opened the safe, and fired seven or eight shots in a row at the head of the mutant zombie.

The mutant zombie's head exploded with two holes, and its body seemed to freeze before it slowly slid down. The truck finally rushed out of the entrance, and the mutated zombies who climbed to the top of the truck jumped down and roared at the truck.

In the open space outside the warehouse, another truck was nowhere to be seen, and the iron fence at the entrance next door was opened. Under the rainstorm, the vision is a little blurred, and the whole world seems to be covered with a curtain of rain.

"Xiao Zhu!" Fang Dong saw a torn corpse on the ground, which was Xiao Zhu's clothes, only scraps of flesh and skeletons were left in it, washed away by the torrential rain, and the tragic state before his birth could still be seen.

"Let's go!" The zombie seemed to hear Fang Dong's miserable scream, and became even more excited, Zhang Zhao grabbed his arm and tried to make him wake up.

Fang Dong was full of tears, his facial features were almost twisted together, and his arms were holding the steering wheel, trembling. Xiao Zhu was good friends with him, and now he died tragically here, and he was extremely sad in his heart. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will not feel good in their hearts, but the situation is too dangerous, and there is no room for other excessive emotions.

"Weekly Chart! I'll kill you! Fang Dong almost roared.

Zhang Zhao didn't feel good in his heart, no one wanted this kind of thing to happen, he patted Fang Dong: "We won't let him go." ”

Fang Dong wiped a handful of tears, and his eyes revealed infinite hatred.