The girl leaned against the doorway, dressed in a black combat uniform, and her long flaxen-colored hair was tied into a double ponytail and fell on her shoulders. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hello." The girl opened her palm and smiled, "Is the one standing on the side wrapped like a big dumpling a newcomer?" ”

"Hello......" Lu Xunxin said What kind of hellish metaphor is this, wrapped like a big dumpling?

"It's forbidden for people to enter here." Ariana responded coldly, "Bey cannon." ”

Shell cannon? Lu Xun was stunned, what is this name...... A strong local atmosphere like Zhang Sanli Siwang and Erpozi paved the surface, as if the one who just came in was a Northeast girl wearing a flower cotton jacket with a twisted braid, people often say that parents in the old society will give their children a cheap name in order to have a good birth, so the whole egg big cow and two dogs came into being, but what does Bei cannon mean? Does the name of a cannon mean that it will soar into the sky in the future?

"Belle Nicanor, a hummingbird hunting team sniper, codenamed 'Heavy Artillery.'" Ariana explained, "That's why it's called the Bey Cannon." ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" the girl raised her eyebrows and glared, "Anna, what do you mean?" ”

"It doesn't make any sense." Ariana straightened up and pointed to the severed limb on the dissecting table, "You sent this here, right?" Where did you find it? ”

"It's on the periphery of the safe zone." Belle replied, "It's less than a kilometer away from the academy gates, and Arnold and I found it during our routine patrols, and it only had a severed leg, which must have been brought by some creature...... We found traces of the activity of some kind of large animal in an alley, judging by the degree of destruction, at least no less than the monster of the predators, and we did not dare to catch up with it, so we had to return to the academy immediately to report. ”

Lu Xun was taken aback.

Ariana was silent for a moment, "What about the colonel?" What did he say? ”

"I've just come from the colonel's side, and he's officially issued martial law for the second degree." Belle raised an eyebrow, "I'm here to inform you...... From now on, no one is allowed to leave the academy without permission, no one is allowed to act alone, at least two people go out, non-combatants are requested to be prepared to take refuge, and combatants are put on alert. ”

"It's ...... What do you mean? Lu Xun was stunned.

"It means that from now on, you can't step out of the library without the permission of the Academy." Belle word for word.

"Martial law deadline?" Ariana asked.

"Before the hunters are definitively eliminated...... Extended indefinitely. ”

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John Jones leaned his M16 automatic rifle against the wall, pulled out a lighter and a pack of flattened cigarettes from his pocket, and the red and white cigarette box was printed with the black English brand "Marlboro", one of the most famous cigarette brands in the world, the Chinese name is the famous "Marlboro", it is said that Marlboro produced 300 billion cigarettes a year in its heyday, and one out of every four cigarettes sold in the world came from this brand.

But now that cigarettes are hard currency as precious as gold, and after the total collapse of society, the credit of governments and banks has become a bubble and empty talk, the dollar and the pound have been reduced to a piece of waste paper, and the people began to rush to buy gold in the early days of the crisis, but they soon realized that in the era of total decline in productivity, gold is nothing more than a metal that cannot be eaten or drunk, and there is no escape from starvation with a pile of gold, precious metals are discarded, and alcohol and cigarettes begin to circulate in the market.

In the eighth year after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, a bottle of vodka or a pack of Seven Star brand cigarettes can be exchanged for an M4 automatic rifle and 200 rounds of ammunition on the black market, and in the case of Camel brand cigarettes, then you can exchange it for a G36 automatic rifle and 500 rounds of ammunition.

Now that the world has been destroyed for more than 20 years, and the cigarettes and spirits that remain in people's hands have long since been consumed, John Jones's pack of Marlboros, which he found three years ago on a mission in a deserted supermarket, was covered in a thick layer of dust and covered by collapsed shelves.

John squinted and glanced at the cigarette case, which still contained the last three cigarettes, one of which he had smoked whenever he had a task for the past three years, and before he knew it, a pack of cigarettes had bottomed out.

He hesitated a little, it was probably the last three cigarettes in the world, and once he finished smoking it was gone.

Damn it...... If a person dies and the cigarette is not finished, wouldn't it be more painful?

John took a vicious bite of the cigarette in his mouth, then lowered his head and lit it, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils, and the cold cheeks of the professional soldier softened with an expression of enjoyment.

"Glenn, did you fuck it?" John asked aloud with his head tilted.

"Nope!" Someone in the alley behind him replied loudly.

"Hurry the fuck! Grinding and chirping like a, are you touching up your makeup? John glanced around, "This place is weird. ”

The man took a hard sip, then took a cigarette in his mouth and lifted the rifle up.

John Jones, former U.S. Army serviceman...... At present, one of the heads of the security department of the security area of the Shanghai Naval Military Academy is a rare professional soldier in the academy. Lu Xun has always thought that the security of the academy is mainly guarded by the hummingbird team, but the security department of the academy is actually divided into two parts, one is the so-called "special mission execution department", that is, the hummingbird hunting team, they are responsible for carrying out high-risk tasks of directly hunting zombies and hunters.

However, the number of hummingbird teams is limited, so the rest, less dangerous daily patrols and alert tasks are assigned to another group...... Most of these men were experienced professional soldiers who had the right to use weapons and were under the direct command of Colonel Maxwell.

John Jones and Scott Glenn are among the heads of the security department, and they are tasked with patrolling the neighborhood around the area, and ordinary people can't deal with the large hordes of zombies and hunters, so they are not allowed to enter the restricted area...... John's location was on the edge of the security zone, less than a kilometer away from the college's gates.

John Jones looked up at the sky, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, the light had begun to fade, and the dilapidated buildings were hidden in the shadows, looking creepy.

In the past, John didn't worry because there were no zombies or hunters around the safe zone, but now it's different...... The academy's top brass had just issued a second-level martial law, and as a security officer, John knew very well what martial law meant...... In order to avoid causing a riot, the higher-ups will not easily impose martial law on the whole school, because the hummingbird team will strangle all threats from the cradle outside the school gates, and once martial law occurs, it means that the current crisis is too bad to deal with, and the college has to warn everyone.

In John Jones's memory, the last time martial law was imposed was more than a year ago, and the accident was finally successfully handled by the Hummingbird team, but there seemed to be casualties...... It is not clear who exactly is who John died, at least not by the people around him.

Whatever, people are dying every day, and all people in the world have died in the past few decades...... But what does that have to do with him? He just needs to take care of his cigarettes.

Glenn still has half a bottle of brandy, why don't you exchange a cigarette with him?

"Are you fucking okay?" John scolded, "It takes so long to pee? It's almost time for a shift change! ”

The man's rough voice echoed in the alleyway, but this time no one answered, only the howling of the wind.

"Glenn?" John frowned and turned to look, the cold wind blowing on his face from the black hole in the alleyway behind him, "Did you fucking hear me?" ”

Still no one answered.

"Glenn? Glenn? John put the gun up, and as an experienced security officer, he immediately realized that something was wrong, John turned on the walkie-talkie and started calling: "Glenn? Did you hear that? Hear it, please answer! ”

There was a sizzling electric murmur from the microphone of the walkie-talkie, and John pressed the walkie-talkie to his ear, and he heard an inexplicable slight "gurgle...... ...... clucking" sound.

Cold sweat runs down the man's back, which ...... What is this sound?

At this time, he remembered the second level martial law of the academy, and the man's forehead began to sweat, it wouldn't be so unlucky, right? Damn it...... Glenn, don't fucking have any problems!

John Jones bit off the cigarette filter and began to contact the Academy, "HQ! This is Team C3, on a routine patrol mission, Mission Specialist Scott Glenn is missing, and Mission Professional John Jones is ready to come to the rescue! Request support! Complete! ”

"The academy received it, and the support came immediately...... Jones! Stand by now! ”

"Jones received." John tucked the walkie-talkie away in his combat suit, and he wasn't ready to stand still...... The guys in the academy would just stand by and be on standby, but how could he wait now? That guy whose whereabouts are unknown, who doesn't know his life or death, may be a bastard, the biggest bastard in the world, grinding and chirping like a woman, and having fought with you, punched you, and stole your cigarettes and alcohol, but so what? He is still the person you will never be able to betray in your life, because he saved your life, helped you block bullets, and pulled you back from the ghost gate, because ...... He is your comrade-in-arms.

What would you do if your closest friend was in danger of their lives, but someone told you to stay put?

John Jones didn't know what anyone else was going to do, but he was going to punch that bastard.

Go to his uncle's place and stand by!

John gripped the handle of the gun, slowly moving his facial muscles, and stepped into the darkness.