Chapter 107: Mr. K's Island Plan

Looking down from the top of the island, it was like seeing a pile of ants, countless ants gathered together and surging constantly, and they all pounced on the laboratory in the center of the island, as if there was a fat green worm waiting for the ants to eat, and Claude stayed in the laboratory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

People didn't know what was going on inside, they couldn't communicate, they couldn't get their voices out, even thermal infrared scanning couldn't break through this layer of defenses, and after losing Claude's figure, people could only pray in their minds that this poor and lucky human would survive.

As the voice said, you can only get out of this island by destroying all the monsters here, and that's what Claude is trying to do now, he has a crazy idea, which is to set it on fire.

Before that, he had a lot to do, the first thing he promised was that he wouldn't be burned to death on this small island.

Putting a fire in a confined space is like stuffing a dough into a steam boiler, and it only takes a few minutes for the dough to expand into a sweet cake. At that point, these zombies will become the sesame seeds that garnish the cake, and hopefully there won't be Claude's corpse in them.

This laboratory is very deep, the passage has been going down for about 30 meters before it stops extending, here is a platform, it looks like a cold storage, the compressor is still running, and more importantly, there is a complete set of wartime defense equipment here.

The so-called wartime defense is somewhat like the situation of digging deep holes and accumulating grain in the Chinese era, there are thick metal plates to prevent nuclear bomb attacks, air exchange and filtration devices, and a set of compressed air equipment, which can also maintain breathing for a period of time in the absence of oxygen.

If God really exists, then he must be very concerned about the life and death of Claude, the little ant, as if for the existence of this tactic, fuel, shelter, safe passage, all these conditions are in place, and the rest is just a crazy adventure.

The fuel is the diesel generator fuel here, and thanks to these staff members who filled these huge cylinders with diesel, the rest of the work is much easier.

Zombies, since they were infected with the virus, their bodies have undergone tremendous changes, a lot of water has been lost, and it looks like these guys are more like mummies that can move.

Dry, rich in organic matter, a lot of fat and phospholipids, these are good combustibles, so these zombies are the easiest to burn, and Claude has tested this aspect from many places, and what he is doing now is how to make this fire more intense, so violent that it can envelop the whole island.

"It's out! We see him! I can't believe my eyes, a human being, survived 72 hours among 4,000 zombies, this can no longer be described as a miracle, I think it must be a miracle! Only God can do that! The reporter outside the beach looked at the figure in the video, and immediately shouted like chicken blood.

This reporter is not very professional, but I have to say that her intuition is very keen, and through this incident, she has become a face that human beings in the United States and even the world will see every day when they turn on the TV, and this face and that figure are engraved in everyone's minds.

"It's the early morning of the third day, and we can feel a bit of a strong wind outside, and a storm will pass by soon, but we don't have to worry about what this storm will do to our heroes, because we can see that it is still so calm in the island.

From my point of view, we heroes are still in a good mood, oh my God, he's smiling at me! It's really hard for me to imagine how he could still laugh in that environment, and if it were me, I would be tortured and crazy.

Just now I got the data we got from scientific research, there are a lot of data and all kinds of maps, I can't understand these, but according to the conclusion of those smart people in white coats; No kinetic energy or energy can pass through this barrier, not even the wind.

Well, I really don't know how to describe these words, and even if I read them, I don't think people will understand them, so let's explain this barrier according to the words of people who can understand it: we can't do anything but look outside!

Well, that's just a nonsense that took three days to come up with, we all know. Maybe everyone is as concerned as I am about whether this one will be suffocated due to lack of oxygen, well, when an audience member asks this question, I also feel a sense of fear, what if our hero is not eaten by zombies, but suffocates because of the confined space.

Well, I approached some of the smartest guys on our planet with this question, and they told me that there was no need to worry about this problem at all, because the hood was huge enough and the air inside was enough for a person to breathe to death, not to mention that there were a lot of plants in it, and they would have formed photosynthesis, and if it weren't for the putrid smell of those zombies inside, maybe the air would be better than the outside.

Uh, what should I say, a Alcatraz natural oxygen? Well, we see that Mr. Claude is still walking around the roof with ease, oh, he killed a whole bunch of zombies with something that looks like an alien weapon, so let's zoom in.

Oh, it seems that our hero slept well last night, he looks refreshed, even a change of clothes, although I don't know where his clothes come from, but who cares about this, tell me where these zombies come from first.

Oh, what is he doing? ”

The host kept explaining, through the live TV, no one would think that this person was talking nonsense, they wanted the host to say it more clearly, these days, the fate of this Claude has been connected with the hearts of all human beings, as if everyone is no longer seeing the survival of one person, but the ultimate fate of the entire human race.

Everyone knew that maybe it wouldn't be long before this person would die inside, and no one would believe that he could really wipe out all the zombies and get out of it. However, everyone still watched his every action and every battle with fear, as if as long as he couldn't see it once, he would never see this person again.

A feathered arrow shot into the distance, tied a small metal ring to the tail of the arrow, and a slender fishing line passed through the middle, making a circle, and when the feathered arrow hit the tree trunk in the distance, a small zipline was formed.

Claude stood on the rooftop, keeping an eye on the zombies beneath his feet. These guys were constantly pounding at the strongest of houses, negligible in number, but once they were in thousands, even steel couldn't stop them.

The zombies at the front have long been squeezed into meatloaf by the overall force that keeps moving forward, and when you look down from above, this meatloaf will get bigger and bigger as time goes by, until the dead zombies are crushed into pieces, and then fall to the ground, trampled under the feet of the zombies behind, and then rise like a stack of arhats until you reach the position of the roof.

Claude threw a few grenades down, holding the zombies back for a moment, and he carefully pulled the fishing line on the feathered arrow, followed by a slightly thicker rope.

Six feathered arrows, six ropes, and then a complex pulley tied in a way similar to the cable on the mast of a sailboat, so that the weight can be evenly distributed to each arrow, so that the weight is too high to fall off the previous work.

A drum of diesel fuel followed the rope, leaving behind a large amount of diesel fuel as it walked, spraying it like a sprinkler truck over a distance of several hundred meters around the house.

There are still many zombies in the distance, and Claude can't pour diesel fuel over there, hoping that if he is lucky, the fire here will ignite the woods in the distance, and then this small island will no longer be Alcatraz, but a veritable mountain of flames.

A simple timed ignition device, which sounds very tall, is actually a candle, and underneath the candle is a gunpowder lead taken from a bullet that runs outward along the ground, and at the other end is an incendiary bomb, and behind the incendiary bomb is a huge gasoline drum.

Entering the underground passage and closing the meter-thick metal door, Claude waited silently for the candle to burn.