The crate is nearby, and from inside there is a familiar aroma of flour.

Several other boxes at the top of the stack have been pried open, revealing bottles of cooking oil in full packaging.

There were no kitchen utensils in the main control room, and Zhang Mei originally wanted to get some flour and oil back, just thinking about making some raw dough to satisfy her hunger. Human thinking is so peculiar, in just a few seconds, Zhang Mei quickly made a choice———— taking advantage of the fact that the living corpse did not find herself, quickly got a bag of flour, and then ran out of the warehouse, got a car, and left the satellite launch site.

Zhang Mei's choice can't be considered a mistake. Hunger leads directly to a decrease in physical fitness. If you don't have the strength, you won't be able to run far even if you escape. Zhang Mei climbed up to the top of the container, used the loose planks on it as a crowbar, and tried her best to open the lid. Just as she picked up a bag of flour and was about to tear open the package, shake out most of it, and take away the amount she could carry, a group of living corpses were attracted by the sound of her prying the wooden box, and surrounded the place.

A few seconds before Liao Qiu entered the warehouse, a panicked Zhang Mei happened to fall from the top of the cargo box. The gap between the two rows of boxes was small, and the living corpses gathered underneath and howled, their dry and pale hands scratching upward. Zhang Mei had never felt that death was so close. The soles of his feet twisted, and his body lost balance. When it fell, a metal strip that was pried open from the surface of the cargo box and was originally used as a fixed corner was deeply inserted into Zhang Mei's flank.

The thing was thin, and the edges that had been pried off were as sharp as knives. Zhang Mei didn't even have time to scream, she only felt the pain of skin and muscles being cut on the side of her body, and the whole person fell heavily with an unstoppable falling force.

……

"Your injuries are serious. You need a doctor. ”

Liao Qiu killed several living corpses blocking the passage and forcefully pulled the corpses that were blocking the middle of the passage away. Looking at Zhang Mei, whose entire lower body was stained red with blood, he was stunned on the spot. Although he was at a loss, he still maintained his indispensable sanity.

Zhang Meiqiang endured the sharp pain from the wound, and her pale face was covered with cold sweat. She gasped, grabbed Liao Qiu's arm hard, and tried to sit up straight: "...... Let's go! I...... I'm hopeless. ”

The ruptured wound was constantly gushing blood with viscous fluid and minced flesh. Zhang Mei knows that this means that the internal organs of the body are damaged. Maybe it's the kidneys, or maybe it's the intestines. If the rescue is timely, maybe you still have a chance. But in this situation, Zhang Mei no longer has any hope.

She raised her right hand tremblingly and found that her palm was covered in blood. Fingers stained red with slimy blood. The vivid colors are so striking that you can even get very close and see a blurry projection of yourself.

Zhang Mei is not a selfish person. She never thought of dragging someone she didn't know on the road before she died.

"I ...... I can save you! ”

Liao Qiu was a little at a loss, and he stammered when he spoke. He didn't like Zhang Mei, or he had a special emotion for him that was beyond normal people. Liao Qiu just felt that he couldn't watch Zhang Mei die. Even people like Gu Kegang who have been bitten by living corpses are still alive, as long as they escape from the satellite launch site with Zhang Mei, Liu Tianming will definitely be able to revive her.

It's a very subtle feeling. Maybe it's because of the first woman in Liao Qiu's life, or maybe he was favored by that woman in the black nest and got out of the cripple by luck, or maybe even the whirlpool of death. For middle-aged women in their thirties and forties, Liao Qiu subconsciously has a good feeling.

There are also some inexplicable factors. Liao Qiu felt that the injured woman in front of him was very important. Of course, this is not a mental judgment from the brain, but the cells urging him to do the act of saving this woman.

But why, Liao Qiu didn't understand.

Unable to speak, he grabbed Zhang Mei's arm, put it on his shoulder, hugged Zhang Mei's body with his left hand, and held a gun in his right hand. The two men supported each other and walked towards the outside of the warehouse.

With Liao Qiu's evolved physique, it is not a problem to carry or carry Zhang Mei on his back. But he didn't dare to do that. The wound on Zhang Mei's abdomen was too big. She had to hold her hand down on the torn part so that she could barely hold out of her internal organs and not fall out of her body.

Before he could get out of the warehouse, three living corpses suddenly ran out of the side passage. They wore camouflage uniforms and were supposed to be soldiers guarding the base before they died. Whether the host is strong or not determines the strength and speed they have. These mutated creatures also have evolutionary powers. Despite their tattered skin and red muscles on both sides of their virus-corroded cheeks, they disregarded their appearance, opened their mouths, bared their sharp, long fangs, and pounced on them from a distance of nearly five meters, desperate to leave their prey behind.

Liao Qiu turned around in time, and aimed his gun at the ugly and hideous head of the living corpse. He maintained a constant pace, and the angles and positions were quite accurate. The bullet swirled into the mouth of the living corpse, ruffled the tongue, crushed all the soft material that stood in its path, and finally, with unstoppable penetration, either flew out of the back of the corpse's head or exploded directly into the closed cranial cavity.

Liao Qiu came in too much of a hurry.

Cars and various equipment scattered in the square outside blocked the road, and with various obstacles set up between the sightseeing area and the military restricted area, the off-road vehicles could only be parked far away. There was no medicine, and the living corpses that appeared one after another made it impossible for Liao Qiu to give Zhang Mei first aid, and he didn't even have time to take off his clothes and tie the wound tightly. He could only fight and retreat, shoot the living corpses that kept appearing, and slowly walk out of the warehouse.

A black-pressed line appeared in the square.

Liao Qiu and Zhang Mei gasped at the same time, and they all let out a frightened exclamation.

"Oh my God!"

"How can there be so many living corpses?"

Blood and gunfire are the best inducing signals. These mutated creatures infected by the virus have a keen sense of smell and have evolved better hearing organs than humans. No one has been to a place like a satellite launch site since the outbreak of the virus. It's quiet here, and Zhang Mei is careful every time she enters and exits the main control room. Whether it was the screams she was suffering from her previous injuries, or the gunshots of Liao Qiu shooting the living corpses, it sounded so harsh and exhilarating to the corpses who were accustomed to silence.

When there is sound, it means there is food.

Military personnel in camouflage uniforms rushed to the front. They are the most numerous mutant group. The thick-soled military boots stepped on the ground, giving off a very heavy rhythm. When the virus broke out, it was still summer, and many mutant soldiers wore dark green undershirts, and their eyes turned up and down from gray to blurred vision, although the pupil focus was not so stable, but it was enough for them to catch Liao Qiu and Zhang Mei who were moving.

The second echelon is ordinary people dressed in various variegated clothes. Judging from the appearance, it should be a tourist who came to the satellite launch site at that time. In the midst of the stench and gore, you can see floral dresses that flutter up and down in the cold wind, cool and sexy camisoles, tropical beach shorts, and all kinds of alternative clothing that conservatives denounce as "bad morals". The owners of these clothes now look almost the same: with their mouths open, their hands stretched as straight as they can in front of them, and their once again evolved legs and feet release power, propelling their bodies to run at breakneck speed.

It is very reminiscent of the huge 10,000-person marathon in peacetime, and it is also a sprint stage at the last moment, near the finish line.

The expression on Liao Qiu's face changed and changed.

He never imagined that in just a few minutes, such a huge group of corpses would appear around him. Obviously, these mutated creatures are usually inactive, probably because of a lack of food, lying somewhere, trying to minimize the consumption of energy in their bodies. As soon as they notice food nearby, they are immediately stimulated and swarm as if they were clicking.

"Click————"

The assault rifle in Liao Qiu's hand rang out.

Dense bullets accurately burrowed into the corpses, and bullets with berserk energy tore through human bodies. It was a straight line that flew through the air, tearing through the clothes, piercing through the soft body, and splattering out of the wound on the back with a large mass of flesh.

Liao Qiu didn't waste bullets. His shooting accuracy is extremely high. In less than three minutes, five magazines were fired in one go. Outrageous attacks are enough to scare anyone. However, living corpses are not human. They do not react to the death of their own kind in front of them, and still run forward in groups, quickly closing the distance between them and their targets.

Without the slightest hesitation, Liao Qiu picked up Zhang Mei and turned around and fled.

"Is there any place to hide here?"

Liao Qiu gave up the most basic defenses. He carried the assault rifle on his shoulder, pressed the wound on Zhang Mei's abdomen with his right hand, and hugged her whole person horizontally. Only in this way can the escape be accelerated. The time that is most needed now. No matter how many living corpses are killed, more mutated creatures will pounce.

Zhang Mei, who had lost too much blood, turned pale. She felt cold and couldn't control her shivering. Maintaining the essential sobriety, Zhang Mei raised her right hand with difficulty, pointed to the warehouse not far away, and said weakly: "There...... I went in to the side passage and kept ...... All the way to the end. ”

That's the direction of the main control room.

Luckily, there were no living corpses along the way.

Liao Qiu hugged Zhang Mei and ran all the way at the fastest speed in his life, rushed into the main control room, pressed the button according to Zhang Mei's instructions, and looked at the heavy steel gate that was slowly closing, Liao Qiu, who was sweating profusely, felt relaxed. He gently put the dying Zhang Mei on the chair, took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down. When his hips touched the ground, Liao Qiu felt more grounded than ever.

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