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Chapter 13: The Capture of the Broadcasting Room

Like the blade of death, the blazing lasers swept through the corridors where the zombies roamed, slicing them into pieces in pieces.

Then, a melon grenade exploded in a flower bed at the other end of the hallway, attracting the attention of a large group of zombies, luring the walking dead, who could only search for prey by sound, away from the school's radio room.

Next, Wang Qiu, Doraemon, Fat Tiger, Xiaofu and others jumped into the shattered windows one after another and landed in the corridor outside the door of the broadcasting room, while Nobita and Minamoto Shizuka drank the [sound coagulant] and shouted at both ends of the corridor respectively, blocking the road with piles of solid sounds--since they used the [Bamboo Dragonfly] to break through the air, they didn't have to fight their way through the corridors and stairs, so their progress was extremely fast.

As soon as Fang landed, Wang Qiu felt a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere, rushing towards him in an instant.

-- Splatters of pus and blood stained the walls around the broadcast room, the pungent smell of blood was disgusting, and the floor was littered with countless fragments of minced meat, broken bones, fragments of organs, and even an entire human eyeball...... It looks like a slaughterhouse.

Obviously, when the zombie frenzy just broke out, there should have been a rather tragic fight here...... Or slaughter.

Then, when he kicked open the hidden door of the radio room and looked inside, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited

-- In the hazy twilight, I saw a relatively intact "person" lying on the body of another incomplete "person", taking out the stomach and intestines from the other person's abdominal cavity with both hands, slowly stuffing it into his mouth, and then pulling out a bone, putting it in his mouth and sucking it soundly......

Suddenly, another irrepressible feeling of nausea came up, so that Wang Qiu couldn't help but reach out and cover his mouth.

No matter how many times he had seen this kind of cannibalism, he couldn't completely immune himself to the nausea of stomach cramps.

Hearing that the door was kicked open, the zombie who was eating people in the room seemed to be aware of it, like a rusty machine, turned its head slowly, and turned half of its face to Wang Qiu, and then staggered to its feet...... On his body, the set of blue overalls of the same style as Senior Sister Ma Tong has been soaked in blood and turned purple and black, but it can still be known that he was a school worker here before his death.

But now, he's just a man-eating monster...... Wang Qiu pulled the trigger of the AK47 assault rifle with a blank face, allowing the continuous bullets to shatter his head. The extremely fishy black-red viscous blood and gray-white brain pulp suddenly splashed out in all directions, some splashed on the wall, some splashed onto Wang Qiu's American-style camouflage military uniform, and the zombie's body fell softly, and he couldn't die anymore.

A cloudy eyeball was beaten and blood juice flew sideways, and rolled to Wang Qiu's feet with a grunt, and Wang Qiu, who was already mentally numb, just kicked it away, and then looked at the messy radio room - it was obvious that the teacher who had issued an evacuation warning in the radio room before he was dying should have had a fierce fight with the zombies, so that he broke a lot of things......

When it was even worse, there were too many bullets fired from the zombies just now, which further damaged more furniture and equipment.

“…… It was so bad that even the computer screen was smashed...... It seems that these devices will have to be repaired before they can be used. And the flesh and human organs all over the ground must also be cleaned up. Husband! Fat Tiger! Come here...... Alas, forget it, I'll do it myself! ”

Seeing that the two elementary school students were all bent over and vomiting, Wang Qiu shook his head helplessly, looked around, and found that there were no cleaning tools such as brooms, so he turned around and opened the small door of a suspected utility room next to him, and opened the largest locker inside.

Then, only to hear a "click", one rolled out of the cabinet...... Comatose ** black long straight glasses mother?

Or is it ...... The ** black long straight glasses girl zombie who has been infected?

Well, this is a serious question that needs to be carefully studied and investigated in detail.

Wang Qiu touched his chin and began to conduct a careful and comprehensive examination of this female body full of youthful breath - first he opened her mouth and looked at it, it looked like her teeth were white, her tongue was also very pink, and it didn't seem to emit an unpleasant stench...... It's a pity that time is limited at the moment, and there is a group of very disciplined elementary school students behind her, so there is no way to peel off her clothes and carefully check whether there are traces of zombie bites on her skin......

Therefore, Wang Qiu decided to seize the time, get straight to the topic, reach out and hold her pair of **, and rub and rub hard!!

――After seeing such a cruel scene of the end of the world and killing so many zombies, Wang Qiu also has a lot of psychological pressure to vent!!

Obviously, in front of Doraemon, he couldn't catch a girl and push him down and ride up, so he had to rub his chest to extinguish the fire.

Palm this pair of bouncy boobs...... At least there is an E cup grade! What a nice little cow!

“…… Huh? What's going on...... Ahh No!!! There's an idiot!! Uh-"

After waking up from the coma, the glasses lady immediately felt the abnormality in the sensitive part of her chest.

As a result, the expression on the girl's face was confused and stunned at first, and then quickly turned into anger under Wang Qiu's kneading action.

- Unbelievable! The strange uncle in camouflage in front of him actually took advantage of her inability to resist and wantonly played with her body!

Suddenly, the girl's face turned red with shame, and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

However, as soon as she subconsciously opened her mouth to scream, she was frightened by the cold barrel that suddenly hit her forehead.

“…… Name? Identity? Wang Qiu put the AK47 with the insurance closed on the girl's forehead, and asked in the most cold tone possible.

“…… Belch...... Minako Matsushima, a first-year Class A student, announcer at the school's radio station......"

--Minako Matsushima replied in a snort, finally realizing that the polite and peaceful world of the past is gone.

“…… Very good, confirmed, still sane, not zombie......"

Wang Qiu announced this matter-of-factly, and at the same time put away his rifle and let go of this ** girl. And Minako Matsushima sighed, like a frightened rabbit, quickly holding her head and shrinking into the corner, her face even more red as if she was about to drip blood at any moment.

At the same time, Doraemon had just dragged out the remains of the zombie that had been shot in the head by Wang Qiu, and was about to come in and drag away another corpse that had been hollowed out, and happened to see the scene of Wang Qiu harassing a certain ** glasses girl, but after being entangled for a while, he finally had to sigh faintly, "...... Next time, be careful, don't do this kind of thing in front of Nobita, lest you teach him badly......"

And Minako Matsushima's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "...... Wow! This is...... Doraemon? I'm not dreaming! ”

“…… Be quiet! Be quiet! This Matsushima-san, even zombies have appeared right now, what's so strange about Doraemon coming to save the world? ”

Wang Qiu reprimanded her with a straight face, and at the same time borrowed his magic prop [Restored Light] from Doraemon, and began to restore the damaged electronic equipment in the broadcast room to its intact state one by one, "...... You're an announcer, right? Then come and help get these broadcasts up and running......"

At the same time, the fat tiger and the little man outside the door finally vomited, and their legs weakly supported each other and paced in.

Next, the Fuji Art Garden ushered in one of the most lethal and destructive music broadcasts in the school since the establishment of the school......