"Whoa!" , The heavy rain did not stop, Jiang Sen, who had finished everything, walked to the side of the car, took off his heavy body armor, and took off the short-sleeved T-shirt that had already been soaked, revealing his strong muscles, Mu Yan secretly glanced at it, and then looked at his clothes tightly stuck to his body and his sexy body in the rain in embarrassment, and got into the BMW car that was not turned off, they now need to find a place to live.

"Bang!" The BMW crashed into a bicycle blocking the way and drove straight towards the edge of the city.

On the side of the wide road, there is a small three-story building with exquisite floors. In the small courtyard surrounded by an iron fence more than four meters high, a few zombies in the rain wandered around without a target.

"Bang! Boom! A few hot bullets flew out of a BMW car that had not yet stopped, accurately detonating the zombies wandering in the yard, "Boom! The loud thunder seemed to express dissatisfaction with the filthy flesh and blood that filled the yard, and the pouring rain hurriedly washed away the filthy flesh and blood of several zombies who fell to the ground.

The small building is separated from the surrounding tall gray buildings and stands next to the river on the edge of the city. This is supposed to be the Fed's branch office in Los Angeles. This is not an ordinary bank operating externally, and its main function here is to be responsible for the recycling and concentration of waste currency in the city. After counting and calculating, it is then destroyed by the supervisors.

This level of secrecy makes it impossible for an office to rent a suitable space at will, as is the case with a normal business hall. The building is wholly owned by the Federal Reserve, and all kinds of building materials are configured according to the high protection capacity. In particular, the walls and foundations, which serve as pillars, fully meet the level 5 seismic standard.

Although Mu Yan had seen many of Jiang Sen's prescient actions, he was still surprised by the near-perfect small building that Jiang Sen had found, and asked, "How do you know about this place?" ”

Jiang Sen turned his head to look at the traffic sign that read "National Guard Camp" in English not far from the right-turn road, and said, "I don't know, my original target was the National Guard camp, and we need weapons." ”

Mu Yan glanced at the direction where Jiang Sen's eyes were looking, the heavy rain hit the traffic signs, stirring up a layer of mist, and the rain had no meaning of resting, "Smack!" Jiang Sen had already gotten out of the car, Mu Yan looked at the heavy and cold pistol in his hand, hesitated and inserted the pistol into his waist, and followed Jiang Sen out of the car with a sharp dagger.

"Whoa!" "Whoa! The rain seemed to be heavier, the rain on the road seemed to want to pull Mu Yan into hell, she felt that every step of her own was pulled by the invisible palm in the rain, and she glanced at Jiang Sen, who was resolute in the heavy rain in front of her, and suddenly felt much safer in her heart.

Jiang Sen, who got out of the car, did not act in a hurry, "Bang!" The constant raindrops hit the gun that still had the residual temperature of gunpowder, and the splashed rain wet the glass of the anchor scope, which did not affect Jiang Sen to carefully observe the surrounding movements through the scope, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he held the axe and gun in both hands, and slowly walked through the open glass door and entered the empty hall on the first floor.

"Tick!" "Tick! The remaining raindrops from the two intruders fell on the empty hall, "Boom! After the thunder, there was a dead silence, and the dreary atmosphere was filled with the smell of blood that had already stinked.

At the front of the hall is a vertical reception platform more than 20 meters long. The overall design style is similar to that of a hotel, with smooth terrazzo floor tiles covered in dried blood scabs. Portraits of the chairmen of the Federal Reserve hang on the walls of the hall, and the people in the portraits are smiling at the blood in the hall. Next to the stairs lay the corpse of a man who had been gnawed beyond recognition. Judging by a bloodstained shotgun beside him, he was previously a security guard in the lobby.

Jiang Sen half-bent over, vigilantly watching every move around him through the scope of his rifle, quickly walked through the hall and found the small door leading to the backyard. Sure that the way out was unimpeded and no traces of zombies were found around, he slammed the latch on the door, strode back to the front hall, and nodded to Mu Yan who was waiting there. The latter immediately pulled open his backpack and took out two chain locks from the hardware store and fastened them to the armrests on both sides of the glass door.

Including the toilets, there are only eight rooms on the first floor, each of which is an office with a closed door, and one of them on the right side has a dragging blood mark on the floor tile of the doorway with the house number "101".

Jiang Sen didn't waste time, first locked the door to the underground vault with the soft lock, and then beckoned Mu Yan to drag over the sofa and the cabinet, blocking both sides of the stairs.

"Now, we're going to clean every room, floor by floor. Pay special attention to the one-and-one room. ”

Glancing at the dagger that the girl was holding tightly in her hand, as well as the pistol she hung on her waist, Jiang Sen said seriously: "Don't be afraid! Zombies are only interested in living creatures. Yesterday's chaos has drawn them to the rest of the city. This is the outskirts of the city, and this small building is not a public place open to the public, so there are not many zombies left in the building. Follow me, don't shout, watch the back and sides, and I'll protect you. ”

Mu Yan's soaked clothes loomed to set off her mysterious underwear, the dripping hair stuck to her face, the makeup on her face had long been washed away by the rain, and a naughty acne looked very cute on her white and tender face. She nodded vigorously, her expression a little nervous.

Jiang Sen smiled suddenly, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the hair on his cheek behind her hair for her.

The action was completely unexpected, and the girl's eyes widened suddenly, first in astonishment, and then in annoyance. Before she could make a move, Jiang Sen had already let go of his hand, put his index finger to his lips, and looked at the bloodstained room with his eyes, revealing a kind smile.

Even he couldn't tell why he was joking with Mu Yan like this at this time, he just felt that the frequency of his heart beating at the moment was really beautiful.

Perhaps, this is a sign that the girl is worthy of her trust?

Or is it the outpouring of nature that has been repressed for a long time?

Jiang Sen put away the smile on his face, clenched his weapon, and slowly walked towards the room.

"Boom!" , the thunder again woke the girl from her dream, and she had been afraid of the man in front of her. The ferocity, savagery, and violence that unleashed from him were simply unapproachable. But he was brave and strong. Especially the scene in front of the hardware store this morning, Mu Yan suddenly found that he had another special charm.

However, he touched my face and brushed my hair. Pimples on my face!

Thinking of this, Mu Yan couldn't help but grit his teeth fiercely, clenched the steel pipe in his hand, and his eyes subconsciously stared at the vital parts of Jiang Sen's body. Especially between the legs.

"If you dare to touch it again, the old lady will immediately turn you into a eunuch!"

Mu Yan's face turned crimson and silently recited this sentence. It's just that even she doesn't understand: why not do it now? And have to wait until next time?

Boom, a bolt of lightning instantly lit up the entire hall, and then "Boom! The earth-shattering thunder frightened Mu Yan, and immediately learned the method he had seen on TV, pulled the pistol and trotted behind Jiang Sen.