Chapter VII Rescue Team

"Uncle, aren't you dumb?" The little girl's voice came, and the little guy in front of him had apparently just washed his face and changed into a clean dress for himself. Claude couldn't imagine why the little girl in front of her was so strong, even if it was the end of the world, even if her mother died in front of her, she could still show a beautiful smile with her white face.

Perhaps, the single-parent family has taught her different rules of survival from a very young age, Claude reached out and touched the little girl's hair, this time he no longer has that bloodthirsty hunger, maybe killing zombies can fill his stomach, Claude couldn't help but think.

Looking at the layout of this floor, two bedrooms and a small living room, pushing open the window, you can see the zombies gathered on the street, and a rumbling explosion.

The sound is not from the first floor, but a little far away. Claude himself listened, and a louder and louder roar came over him.

Helicopter! Yes, the sound of the helicopter's propeller running through the air was very rhythmic, and it sounded so pleasant to Claude.

A black helicopter gunship roared past, and the roar of machine guns followed, and the zombies on the entire road fell to the ground one after another like wheat under a harvester.

All this happened not far in front of him, and for the first time, Claude felt the immense power of this weapon of war.

Where the bullet hit, the entire ground was blasted open, debris and stones flew everywhere, and the surrounding glass shattered. All the zombies that were hit exploded in the air, and some were directly hit in the head and fell weakly; Some were broken off by the waist, and the huge impact directly made the zombies fly far away. By the time the plane flies by, there are few zombies left standing there properly.

It was the rescue force coming, and Claude clenched his fist excitedly. This city belongs to a second-tier city, and I thought that with such a large-scale outbreak, the army would probably take care of itself, but I didn't expect that in just a few days, troops had already driven over.

Whether in the past life or in this life, in this land, those soldiers are worthy of the title of "the loveliest person".

Claude had cursed the corpse-like men before, like those angry youths, and felt that only the place across the sea was the real paradise. However, it is only when life is most in need of salvation that people understand the superiority of this civilized society.

Claude immediately searched everywhere to tell the people on the plane that there was a little girl who needed to be rescued.

A red sheet was pulled out by Claude and he carried the little girl to a ladder leading to the roof.

These houses usually have solar water heaters and air conditioners, which are only climbed with such ladders during construction, and are topped by a locked, one-metre-square iron cover.

I tugged hard with my hand, and found that the big lock hadn't been opened for a long time, and the rust on it had blocked the keyhole.

Claude sighed, turned around and hid the little girl under the bed again, and made a gesture of covering her ears.

Claude took out his pistol, he was very careful to find the angle, shooting in such a narrow place, the loud sound would knock through the eardrums, and more importantly, the bouncing bullet would cause unexpected accidental injuries.

Leaning himself against the wall as much as he could, blocking his body with the help of the cabinet on the side, the police revolver in his hand was aimed at the chain of the big lock, Claude calmed down, there was only one chance, he had to break the lock with one shot.

After looking at it for a long time, Claude felt that he was still unsure, and he was ruthless, anyway, he was now a zombie body, and he shouldn't die simply. Claude stepped out of the corner and brought his pistol closer, and this moment would definitely not miss.

Bang! A deafening gunshot boounced around the small space, and the little girl cried in fright at the sound of the gunshot.

Fortunately, being able to cry means that it is not a big deal. Luckily, the stray bullet didn't hit the little girl, but unfortunately, the stray bullet hit Claude.

A bullet hole appeared in the shoulder, and the black blood flowed a little before stopping, and the bullet was not very strong because it was rebounding, and it was stuck in the muscle, only tearing a small hole that was not large.

Claude ignored the wound, and he wanted to send the little girl out as soon as possible while the plane had not yet flown far.

Bang! The iron door on the roof was opened, and Claude appeared with the figure of a little girl in his arms. The afternoon sun shone obliquely on his body, and Claude blocked the sunlight with his hand and looked in the direction of the plane.

There were four helicopters hovering in the air, two in the form of transport planes and two in gunships, and at this time they were sweeping through the streets one by one.

Not far away, Claude waved the sheets in his hand and let out a loud roar, trying to get the attention of the plane, but unfortunately, because of the burning on the first floor, the smoke here was relatively large, coupled with the flames of gas all over the city, Claude felt that he was unlikely to be spotted by the plane now.

Claude looked around, and saw that there was not much smoke on the roofs not far away, so he climbed down the eaves one by one, and then he carefully put the little girl down, took out the red sheets, tore them, rolled them up, and made an S shape on the ground.

The other half of the sheet was arranged in the shape of an O, but unfortunately the cloth was limited, and Claude looked around again.

There was nothing, there wasn't much on the roof, there was something conspicuous there, Claude thought for a moment, and he saw a staggering figure appear in the distance.

A zombie somehow appeared on the rooftop, but this time Claude suddenly discovers that this guy turns out to be cute too.

ran over and hit the zombie in the head with the revolver in his hand, once, twice, until the zombie's head was pierced, Claude stopped and dragged the zombie's corpse back quickly.

Treat this zombie as a brush, and draw a big S on the ground with the blood that flowed out. In this way, a brightly colored SOS distress signal appeared on the white-painted roof.

"Hey!" Claude shouted loudly, and he found that he could only utter this single syllable, and in order to distinguish it from the random shouts of the zombies, he kept jumping between the letters, trying to attract the attention of the plane with this obvious action.

The little girl also understood what Claude meant, and also shouted in a childish voice while jumping, waving her hands constantly, she already understood that as long as she could reach the flying plane, she seemed to be safe.

"Vultures, vultures, here is the Black Hawk, here is the Black Hawk, there are survivors found in the 23,79 direction. Repeat, find survivors in the 23,79 direction! ”

"Vultures receive, vultures receive." The transport plane immediately turned around and flew this way, looking at the obvious gesture, Claude shouted excitedly, and the little girl also shouted happily, she had seen it, and Lady Luck had stretched out her hands to her.

"You," Claude walked up to the little girl and pointed at her, "go" Claude highlighted a word with difficulty.

"I," Claude pointed to himself, then to the zombies downstairs.

"Uncle, won't you come with me?" The little girl already understood what Claude meant.

Claude touched the little girl's hair, watched the transport plane fly closer and closer, lowered his head, took off his hat, and brought it to the little girl's head.

Reaching out and pulling out a crystal pendant, it was a picture of the little girl and her mother, and Claude pointed to the pendant, indicating that he had taken it as a souvenir.

The little girl nodded, and she took out the set of keys that hung around her neck, where an identical pendant shone in the setting sun.

Claude smiled, turned and slipped through the same hole he had come from.

The little girl held the black gentleman's hat on her head, and did not let it be blown away by the wind, and the transport plane had reached the top of the roof, and a long rope was thrown down, and a warrior in a combat uniform slid down the rope.

When he landed, he immediately knelt on the ground, and the gun in his hand was aimed at the little girl's position for the first time.

Another warrior jumped down as well, this time holding an instrument, scanning it into the little girl's eyes, and then nodded.

The other warrior immediately put down his gun, came over and picked up the little girl, and walked over to the rope.

"What about the other person? Is it your dad? The warrior asked the little girl.

"Yes." The little girl's eyes sparkled.

"Why did he leave again?" There is something strange about the fighters.

"Dad is here to save more people!" The little girl held her head high, her eyes shining with pride, and her hands pressed tightly on the hat above her head to prevent it from being blown away by the helicopter wind.

Hearing the little girl's answer, the warrior looked in the direction where Claude had disappeared, sighed, turned back to the little girl and said, "Child, now you are safe." ”