The SUV circles around the museum, attracting more and more zombies to join the ranks of long-distance running. Looking at www.biquge.info growing number of zombies in the rearview mirror, John couldn't help but wonder if a single SUV and two Molotov cocktail bombs could be eliminated. There are so many of them, at least thousands, no, tens of thousands. Although John had calculated the number of zombies from the population density of the area beforehand, two incendiary bombs should be enough to deal with, but there are too many uncertainties in implementation. John began to summarize the implementation of the plan: "At the moment, I have attracted all the zombies near the museum. The number of zombies is calculated according to the population density, and there should be tens of thousands. They were probably chasing me at a speed of more than 30 kilometers per hour. Now I'm going to use a tactic called 'Barricades' to wipe them all out. The core of this tactic is to create a roadblock or trap and lure all the zombies through it to slow down the zombies or annihilate them. Wish me luck. ”

The SUV erupted into a low roar and rushed straight towards the intersection. The zombie group behind naturally did not dare to slack off, and they all tried their best to catch up with their hands and feet. When the SUV pulls to the intersection, the front of the car first veers slightly to the left. John then pulled the handbrake suddenly, and the rear of the SUV pulled to the right, and the whole car began to coast to the left. John then kept turning the steering wheel to the right to prevent the SUV from spinning and allowing the whole car to coast. John said to himself, "What I learned while making racing games came in handy today. John's sharp turn came quickly and urgently, and the zombies didn't have time to react at all, and due to the large number, the front one slowed down due to the sharp turn, and the one behind didn't have time to slow down, and crashed into it. After the zombies in front were knocked down, they tripped the zombies behind them, causing a chain reaction, and the zombies fell to the ground one after another. Seeing all this in the rearview mirror, John reached out and picked up the Molotov cocktail, and with a triumphant smile on his lips, he said, "Come on! You sons of bitches! Come on! He opened the roof and threw Molotov cocktails backwards. Two incendiary bombs landed in the middle of the road, one in front of the other. John picked up the remote control of the modified model airplane and activated the lighter in the incendiary bomb, and two walls of fire suddenly appeared on the road. The zombie who fell to the ground got up and struggled forward to cross the wall of fire, completely ignoring the red flames, which was simply a moth fighting a fire and killing itself. Few zombies can pass through the second wall of fire, and even if they do, they have become a ball of fire, and they fall after not being able to run a few steps. This is John's tactic.

Watching all the zombies burned to black coal, watching these monsters being annihilated, and watching his own victory, John felt the taste of a true victor for the first time. John couldn't wait to record his first victory: "The tactics went so well that all the zombies were wiped out. With the right tactics, courage, faith, and hope, we can win. As the SUV drove up to the museum, John glanced at the only knife he could rely on, which had been given to him by a friend of his. This knife is made of seven chromium seventeen molybdenum, a military material, which is hard and lightweight. That's why John brought it out in the first place. John picked up the cleaver, scrambled his backpack, got out of the car and slowly walked to the door of the museum, where the warm and safe fortress was in front of him.

However, the light that follows the darkness is far from coming so soon. The darkness before dawn has just begun. John had been carried away by the temporary victory and let his guard down, and now he was only thinking about what supplies were in the museum, forgetting to check the safety around him first. He was just about to open the bright door of the museum when he heard rapid footsteps and howls behind him. John screamed in his heart, and turned his head to see a zombie rushing towards him over the extinguished wall of fire. How can there be fish that slip through the net? Is it because there are too many fallen zombies blocking the intersection, and in the end, you only have to wait until the wall of fire is extinguished to get here? Either way, the most important thing in front of you is to get into the museum as soon as possible. John tried hard to push the door open, but found it moving. The door is locked! John slammed the door and shouted, "Open the door!" I'm a disaster survivor! Open the door! If I don't open the door again, I'm going to die! "There is no answer in the museum, could it be that the army has gone out on a rescue mission? Although he still has a cleaver in his hand, if he is bitten by a zombie, he will be completely transformed into a zombie within 24 hours. Finished! It's over this time!

John turned his heart sideways, dropped his backpack, and ran over with the realization that he would die with the zombies. To kill zombies, you have to destroy their heads or hearts. However, since the zombie does not die immediately after stabbing the heart, in hand-to-hand combat, stabbing the heart will only give the zombie a chance to bite itself. Holding the knife tightly in his right hand, John rushed to the zombie, and jumped up with his right foot, which was less than 40 centimeters away from the zombie at this time, and he could even smell the stench in the zombie's mouth. John raised his knife in both hands and stabbed it at the zombie's eyebrows. The zombie raised its pale hand of death and attacked John's collarbone, opening its bloody mouth full of virus to bite off John's carotid artery. Victory and defeat, life and death, are known at this moment.

With a click, the knife plunged deep into the zombie's forehead, and a stream of green liquid came out of the wound with a foul smell, and its pale hands hung down weakly. In this big gamble of life and death, John won!

John's feet went limp, and he sat down on the ground. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the hideous corpse in front of him, and said with a trembling of his lips: "Plan......... The plan went a little unexpected. But luckily, this time Lady Luck was on my side. If there's another zombie, I'm afraid I'm not so lucky. ”

With his left hand on the ground, John braced himself up, struggling to command his trembling legs to stand up. He felt his head weigh heavily and his vision began to blur. Is it because of fear? It doesn't seem to be. He couldn't explain the situation, there were so many unexplained things going on anyway, and the most important thing right now was to hide in the museum as soon as possible. He walked slowly towards the door of the museum, hesitating a seriously ill grandmother. John said with a heavy stride, "When I used to design stealth games. Hope it comes in handy today. John peered carefully at the keyhole, trying to recall the teachings of habitual thieves. The lock of the gate is a marble lock. The principle is to use multiple cylindrical parts of different heights, called pins, to lock the lock cylinder. When the correct key is inserted, each pin is pushed to the right height and the cylinder is released, thus opening the lock. To open this lock, a minimum of two paperclips are required to open.

John had just thought of this, and he suddenly had a feeling, an indescribable weird feeling. He unconsciously turned around, his wandering gaze staring at a stationery store across the street from the museum. "Why am I doing this? Why would I look at a stationery store? John couldn't help but ask himself. He stared at the stationery store, his fists clenched gradually, his legs slightly bent as if he was preparing for something. There was a dead silence all around, as calm as it was on the eve of a storm. The silent wind, the silent SUV, and the silent street are just the opposite of the scene that has just exploded.

A dog-like howl broke the silence with the sound of rapid footsteps. Then the closed door of the stationery store emits "Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of the crash. Then there was a sudden pause for about 1 second, and suddenly there was a sound like the wind breaking the tree, and the gate was knocked out of a large hole, and the debris was scattered all over the ground. (To be continued.) )