The woman in white in a red sports car stepped on the gas pedal and went on a rampage on the street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The main hall of the main building was originally designed to highlight the magnificence of the five-star hotel, using antique buildings, and the gate and three-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows could not stop the zombies.

Where the identity was once revealed, the doorway was littered with rotting corpses, a gust of autumn wind swept by, and flies buzzed and flew.

After the woman in white stepped out of the car door, she stepped on the high heels with broken heels and came to the side door where the employees of the annex building were three stories high.

A few cars used a few cars to make a passage at the door, blocking some scattered zombies.

She stood in front of the door, glaring at the open window somewhere above, slowly becoming impatient.

Soon, there was the sound of a heavy object moving inside the door, and a crack in the door was released, and a pair of panicked and wary eyes in the darkness probed around.

The woman in white was wearing a shabby men's suit outside at the moment, and the person inside the door saw her face clearly, and opened the door nervously and quickly, revealing a green passage to the hall on the second floor.

As soon as the light dimmed, the man in his forties, dressed in a leather jacket and covered in dirt, threw away the pointed hose that was used as a weapon in his hand, and collapsed to the ground in fright because of the delay in opening the door.

"Why do you only open the door now, I want my mother to die outside!"

The sharp voice of the woman in white echoed in the brilliantly decorated hall, raised her foot and stepped on the middle-aged man spread on the ground, and crushed it hard.

Before leaving, he kicked him in the chest with the sharp tip of his shoe, and he almost lost his breath at the moment. The woman in white sighed a little, kicked the shoes with broken heels, and immediately two people handed over a pair of brand-new high heels and walked to the second floor.

The bright tiled floor is littered with more than a dozen high-end mattresses.

Near the wall, there are various table corners and kitchen knives from the kitchen. Dozens of men and women gathered together boredly. They were either talking in whispers, some were lying on the mattresses and jerking off, and some were sitting in the corner in a daze.

The decoration in the hall on the first floor is luxurious, and all sides have been cleared out of a spacious resting place. A well-dressed mirror on the wall of the hall had cracked, and the human face projected in the mirror was somewhat distorted, looking extremely ugly and unbearable.

Guo Lebang tightly grasped the pointed water pipe as a weapon, walked to a soft cushion by the wall and sat down, and two strong men guarding the passage on the second floor immediately surrounded him.

They were strong, with strong muscles protruding from under their waistcoats, and invariably a small skeleton tattooed on them.

They looked at Du Yue, who was lying beside him, half-dead and like a demon, took out the dark sponge underneath, urinated at Guo Lebang's body with yellow urine, trembled, and left with a laugh.

Guo Lebang stared at their backs, and anger gradually appeared on his numb face.

He tried to control the urge to cut off the other party's dick, and tried to calm down as much as possible. Wipe your hair with a sheet that is not soaked, and unconsciously crunch your teeth.

When he was completely far away, he secretly took out half a bottle of water and a pack of soda biscuits from the window, handed it to Du Yue, who had half his life left, and suddenly remembered Du Wei who died in the hospital.

The hall was empty, and with the cold wind coming from the passageway, you could hear footsteps from the rooftop, and there was a constant burst of laughter.

The layout of the second floor is very different from the first floor - a soft Persian carpet to step on, and green potted plants are placed around the walls. Nearly 1,000 square meters of conference halls of different specifications are divided into three rooms.

Seven or eight tall and sturdy men gathered, along with a few scantily clad women.

They sat in a circle, keeping an eye on the cards in the hands of Qian Sangu and the other two.

There is no disgusting smell here, on the contrary, there is a rare smell of Rokami flower water, and they like to go to the first floor to solve physiological excretion, or risk their lives to go to an open room in the main building, which is also full of stench over time.

"Haha, Boss, I won!"

Qian Sangu was won by the opponent. Annoyed, he grabbed the two packs of cigarettes that were placed next to him and pocketed them.

He was a big gambler. Especially in this environment, playing cards and guns is the only entertainment.

"you! Dare to win Lao Tzu! He slapped the winning green-haired head on the face.

He hated the feeling of losing, and suppressed others in a simple and brutal way, not only did not provoke resistance, but made them more docile.

There are nearly more than a hundred survivors in the hotel.

Only those who get the nod of Qian Sangu are qualified to go up to the second floor.

When the virus broke out, Qian Sangu was feasting here for some leaders in charge of land grants, but he didn't expect some waiters to suddenly become zombies. Qian Sangu was surrounded by "energetic" brothers who worked hard together, and under the tense situation, he took a few surviving henchmen to pick up a chair and smash the heads of these guys very fiercely, quickly blocking the influx of zombies from outside, and the nearby fleeing crowd chose here.

His strong physique and team at his core, combined with his ferocious combat power, have made him gradually become the leader who controls everyone.

At the beginning, he distributed food and water very fairly, and also took the initiative to lead the crowd to go out to collect resources, in order to completely connect with the leaders in the crowd and win this oily and watery project.

However, the imaginary rescue never appeared, and after the initial riots in the hotel without power, the survivors fell silent, and the future gradually turned gray.

With strength and ruthlessness stronger than ordinary people, Qian Sangu gathered a group of core members with the original team. He began to make rules in the hotel - everyone who went out in search of resources had to leave behind their loved ones, and those who dared to escape were invariably hanged by their windows. All the supplies were distributed by him, and those who dared to steal food were also thrown out of the window without exception.

He quickly fell in love with the taste of power. He can kill those who make those different voices, watch them kneel at their feet and weep bitterly, plead with the most humble tones, and even lick their willingly to show their loyalty.

All this makes Qian Sangu, who thinks he is surviving in the cracks of society, feel infinitely infatuated.

He suddenly understood that turning over, as long as you were harder than them, and making them tremble at the sight of their eyes, it was enough.

Outside the window, on the glass, hung a row of highly decomposed corpses.

It was originally a leader he was stammering and whispering to a banquet, and it was also the first batch of people that Qian Sangu personally killed. The reason is very simple -- this group of fat people wants to act as an official, and he still thinks that he is a powerful class, and he dreams of the Spring and Autumn Festival.

He believed that the world had already changed. Otherwise, according to his behavior, he would have eaten a shuttle of peanuts by now.