Chapter 200: A well-defended mass grave

The scenery on the road became more and more remote, and soon it entered the poor countryside, and the originally clean and tidy oil road gradually became a potholed country dirt road.

The heavy rain a few days ago made the pavement of this temporary rural dirt road potholes, and in the continuous bumps, the little black charcoal baby Si Qingli who was about to spit out soon saw that there was a fully enclosed barricade wrapped around the high-voltage power grid at the end of the rural dirt road in front of him, and the soldiers on duty were all armed with loaded guns, and these soldiers were all wearing heavy biochemical protective suits and wearing biochemical protective masks, and they couldn't see what they looked like at all.

On the side of the fully enclosed barricade are two large signs, one is a black skull and two crossed bones, a mark of death, and the other sign is a yellow sign of medical waste, which makes people feel a little more solemn and terrifying.

Now in front of the white car, there are two large heavy trucks carrying bulky containers, and there are two large heavy trucks lined up outside the barricade.

A soldier wearing a biochemical protective suit held the submachine gun in his hand and patted the cab door of the first heavy truck, the cab door was opened by the driver sitting inside, and the driver wearing a heavy medical gauze mask exchanged a few words with the soldier wearing a biochemical protective suit, and then closed the cab door.

Just when the driver of the heavy truck and the soldiers on duty were communicating, the other two soldiers wearing biochemical protective suits held the through-the-wall radar in their hands and pasted it on the container wall of the heavy truck, observed it carefully for a while, and then nodded to the soldiers talking to the driver.

After nodding his head at the person who was checking with the through-the-wall radar, the soldier in the biohazmat suit turned around and waved vigorously at the sentry box next to the barricade.

The barricades covered with high-voltage power grids slowly rose and the first heavy truck slowly drove along the dirt road in the countryside.

The second heavy truck that followed quickly stopped at the location where the first heavy truck was parked, and the soldiers on duty checked it as meticulously as they did with the first heavy truck.

But there was a little problem with the car during the inspection, the two people holding the through-the-wall radar looked at the container for ten minutes, and the two also bowed their heads and exchanged a few words through the biochemical protective mask, among which the person holding the through-the-wall radar took out a thick oil-based pen from his arms, and drew a conspicuous big fork near the rear of the container 2/3 of the position, while the other person took a few steps back, picked up the gun in his hand and pointed at the big fork mark that had just been drawn, and aimed it, and soon a shuttle of bullets passed.

The bullet hit the iron container and sputtered a few sparks of metal, and a hole was broken in the container, and then there was a pop of bullets hitting the flesh, and a little fishy black blood flowed from the hole that had just been broken by the bullet on the container.

There was a faint smell like a decomposing corpse coming from the container, which made people feel sick.

After reconfirming the content of the image on the radar under the wall, the person holding the radar nodded to his comrades in front.

The second heavy truck was waved and allowed to pass through the heavily defended high-voltage grid barricades.

After the second heavy truck loaded with containers entered, Yuan Zhengtian drove a white car and slowly stopped at the designated position like the previous two heavy trucks.

It's strange, at this kind of fatal time, there are still people who are not afraid of death and run to the mass grave?

The soldier in charge of the duty couldn't help but pause when he saw the movements of the family white car that suddenly appeared, and soon, he bent down and knocked on the glass window of the cab.

"Comrade, this is a forbidden area, you are not allowed to enter without permission, for your own safety, it is better for you to leave here quickly."

"I have already contacted your higher-level authorities before, the staff of the National Institute of Biology, and I came here to collect specimens in order to study the zombie virus, this is my certificate."

Dr. Zhou Ru, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, took the initiative to roll down the window, turned his head and said to the soldiers on duty outside the car with a cold face, and handed out his identity card.

After receiving Dr. Zhou Ru's identity card, the soldier on duty looked at it through the biochemical protective mask, and took Dr. Zhou Ru's identity card and gently scanned it on the portable computer on his wrist.

"Di, the scan confirms that it has been temporarily authorized by the Zombie Centralized Disposal Center in the Haijing Military Restricted Area, Dr. Zhou Ru, welcome, your time to collect specimens in the Zombie Centralized Disposal Center is three hours, please complete your work as soon as possible, pay attention to protect your own safety, and do not be infected by the zombie virus."

The electronic synthesized sound on the pen computer reported the scan results after a tick.

"Hello, Dr. Zhou Ru, it's okay for you to pass, but you're here to pick up zombie virus specimens, why do you want to bring such a young child here, it's too dangerous here, there are zombie corpses everywhere."

The soldier on duty returned Dr. Zhou Ru's identity card to Dr. Zhou Ru who was sitting in the car, but pointed to the good baby Si Qingli, who was sitting quietly next to Dr. Zhou Ru.

"He's not an ordinary kid, he's from our institute, and his business isn't something you should ask, can I go over?"

"Yes, Dr. Zhou Ru, this is the entrance to the Zombie Centralized Disposal Center in the Haijing Military Restricted Zone, and all the personnel and vehicles entering the Zombie Centralized Disposal Center in the Haijing Military Restricted Zone will enter from this entrance, but there is only entry and exit here, the exit is in the other direction, and it must be disinfected and isolated before going out, and you can see the exit sign at any time in the disposal center.

Because there are too many zombie corpses sent recently, we are short of manpower, and there is no way to do thorough disinfection, please pay attention to personal safety, you can go in now. ”

Dr. Zhou Ru nodded, and saw the soldiers on duty waving their hands, and the barricades covered with high-voltage power grids slowly rose in front, and then rolled up the car window.

"You humans in the water blue star are still quite ruthless, stupid host, do you know, not only is there a high-voltage power grid fence installed outside, but the ground on the road where your car is driving now has enough gasoline incendiary bombs to blow up a small city, it seems that the plan is to burn it clean in case it can't be controlled here, so you must be careful, don't be unlucky to catch up with this setting fire, even if you are the body of an E-class intelligent creature, But in the face of such a large number of weapons of destruction, they can only be burned to ashes. ”

The panda cub is a small ball, holding the chin of the flesh with one palm, and the paw of a bear is still desperately drying the golden candy in his mouth, and his indifferent appearance makes Si Qingli a little itchy.

In his own consciousness, he glanced at the panda cub Xiao Tuanzi, and the little black charcoal baby Si Qingli simply climbed to the empty window on the other side as if he hadn't heard Xiao Tuanzi's words, and through the closed glass window on the car, he observed the legendary mass grave, the Haijing City Zombie Centralized Disposal Center.

The mass grave, formerly a long-abandoned landfill treatment center in Haijing, covers a vast area that occupies almost an entire mountain, surrounded by a makeshift fence entangled in high-voltage power grids that runs along the foot of the mountain.

A country dirt road spirals up the mountain road, the top of the mountain has long been dug flat, there is only a huge deep pit, but the other party in the deep pit is no longer the usual municipal solid waste, but dense zombie corpses.