Following the squad leader's suggestion, I walked through a little-known path and finally saw a two-story orange building. This is the distribution room. Illuminated by street lamps and searchlights that flicker from time to time, the small building looks out of place with the rest of the airport, with peeling walls and water-stained spots that look more like an old factory converted prison from the 80s.

I slipped into a warehouse with an aluminum roof between me and the little yellow building, and I didn't know what was inside, on one side of the warehouse was an open area shrouded in the night, and on the other side was an iron fence with a barbed hook, and crossing the hangar in front of me was my only option at the moment.

Long Hao didn't go with me, and I didn't want him to suffer accidents because of my insistence. After a round of fighting, the squad leader is also a person who can be trusted by me, and it shouldn't be a problem to hand over Long Hao to him. According to him, as long as the supply of electricity is guaranteed, the last line of defense set up by the military will never be breached. And the team he had just escaped had to escort civilians back into the line, so it was only natural that there were no soldiers with me. There are only six special combat personnel left under the squad leader, and they are a little powerless to protect the rest of the civilians, and the large troops on the defensive line are even more out of reach, and I don't know how many soldiers will faithfully carry out the "blocking order" given to me by Liu Licheng and get rid of me. I hope Huang Weizheng and they won't blatantly provoke the soldiers of those defense lines. In fact, my concerns are also redundant, what I have taken into account, will Huang Weizheng not think of it?

I absentmindedly pushed open the iron door of the hangar, not even thinking to look through the glass window on the door to see how safe it was inside. The fishy smell that came to my face instantly raised my slackening vigilance again. The darkness in the hangar was eerie, and as soon as the iron door closed, I was cut off from the outside world, and the sound outside the hangar became muffled. I stooped down as much as I could avoid revealing my whereabouts, and crept behind a tin cabinet taller than mine. After a while, my eyesight gradually adjusted to the dark environment, and I could barely see the outline of something around me by the faint light.

The warehouse was stocked with a lot of supplies, and there were cans of different flavors in the cabinet behind me, and I would have been ecstatic to pull out my backpack and take these good guys in one go, but now I'm not in the mood. There seemed to be some canned food and a few bags of rice and other grains on the iron shelf in front of me, and when I looked around, I realized that I had fallen into a maze of shelves, let alone rushing to the power distribution room, even if it was a problem to go out. I wanted to take a step back and get out of this apocalyptic supermarket, but after a few steps with my gut instinct, I had to admit to getting lost.

The stench that permeates the air doesn't bode well, and I'm sure there's definitely someone who's as tragic as me who walked into this labyrinth and was killed by the mutants who followed him, and is now stinking in some corner. Wait, if that's the logic, we'll be dealing with two or maybe more mutants, or two crazy mutants in the dark.

Can't you just let me get lucky once? I picked up my gun indignantly, leaning against the shelves on one side and moving as fast as I could. After all, this is not really a maze that deliberately makes people get lost, there are still some patterns in the placement of shelves, and things are not as bad as I thought, maybe I can walk in a straight line and I should be able to get to the wall of the hangar. If that's the case, feel the wall and go around, and you can get out anyway.

I really don't know how long I have to walk, I'm fed up with trembling and groping all the way, and I can't put it off any longer! After taking a few cautious steps, I simply took a big stride in the direction of what seemed to be the wall. If there are mutants, they will appear early! Eighty percent of it was my inner fear!

As soon as I comforted myself, the sound of some cans and bottles falling echoed in the warehouse, and I was so frightened that I shuddered and couldn't help but freeze my feet in place. In the darkness, the sound of a beast's breath came and went, and to make matters worse, it was getting closer and closer to me. I looked back and saw a pair of green eyes beating in the darkness, like a prostrate leopard preparing for a night attack, and the death-symbolizing eyes locked on me.

"Hell...... I completely forgot the rifle in my hand, and my brain immediately instinctively flashed a word - run!

Rows of shelves sped past me, and the road in front of me seemed to be magically cursed. Just when I wondered if I was running, I finally came to a long-awaited wall. To my despair, however, this was not the wall I was expecting at all, but a wide shelf.

Why is this happening! I slumped on the shelves, panting as I looked at the leaping figure behind me, counting down the time I had left to live. It was only when my hand was weakly spread over the rifle that I straddled my shoulders that I suddenly remembered the formidable weapon on my body.

Desperate, I turned around and raised my gun to fire, a series of roars immediately shattered the dead air, the exhilarating smell of gunpowder masked the cold blood, the roaring tongue of fire dispelled the terrifying darkness, and the bloodiness of my battle was stimulated. The burst rate of fire not only did not allow me to shoot all the bullets in one go, but also maximized my bruised hits; I'm not sure if I'll be able to focus on my goals, though.

The frequency of the green pupils slowing down, and even staggering, and the miserable wail made me believe that I had hit the bastard, but this guy still didn't give up chasing me, and in front of the shelves not far from me, it finally fell weakly in front of the shelves not far from me, and slid in front of me under the effect of inertia. I walked over to the blood-soaked mutant and shot it in the head.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the hangar, and just as it was about to dissipate, there was a sudden noise from somewhere, and the sound of rows of shelves being toppled down approached me like the sound of rolling tides. Two green dots of light reappeared in the pitch black ahead. I lifted my gun and breathed calmly, restraining the feeling of pressure in my heart and pulling the trigger. Five or six shots later, the guy still didn't stop galloping towards me, and it seemed to get faster and faster. It seemed that good things would not happen to me continuously, so I put down my gun and ran in a random direction, lunging forward without any direction.

The roar of the beast behind me was getting closer and closer, my back couldn't help but tingle, and my back leaned forward as if I was constantly being pushed. I glanced back, just in time to see a mutant in a shabby shirt chasing after me hungrily, and if I took a few steps slower, I would probably be pounced on by it. Its whining hands brushed past my back again and again, and the stench seemed to linger around my neck.

Although it was pitch black, I could still faintly see a square table in front of me, with bits and pieces on it. Without thinking, I propped my hands on the table, and my whole body was pressed against the table, just across the entire tabletop, and everything on it was swept away. While I was still complacent about my parkour moves, I heard a loud sound behind me of the square table being overturned, and the mutant who was chasing after me was even more humiliating than me, and it seemed to lift the table with just one hand, which should have taken two people to lift.

"Don't you want to be so violent......" The monster behind me made me grumble in despair, and when I turned back to find a way out, a surprise appeared!

A green glowing square sign was like an oasis in the desert, and it was immediately spotted by me in desperation. The words "Emergency Exit" on it pointed me to the exit out of the darkness. I rushed towards the green card in ecstasy, what mutants had long since left behind. It's a pity that sometimes fate is so fond of playing tricks on people, seeing that the exit is close at hand, a trailer skateboard placed on the ground directly made me get carried away and fall on all fours.

Finished! As the conclusion of this tragedy flashed through my mind, my jaw slammed to the ground, and every part of my body immediately felt pain of varying degrees, and the world was spinning in front of my eyes, and a little fishy smell came from my throat, and the rifle on my shoulder flew to the wall by inertia.

Before I could recover from the whirlwind of the world, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then a heavy object slammed down on me and knocked me to the ground. The guy's center of gravity wasn't fully stable yet, so I took the opportunity to bend over it and push it against the front shelf. The aluminum alloy shelves were instantly knocked out of shape, and various supplies on them were scattered all over the ground. I staggered to my feet, trying not to care about the pain in my body and the heat in my lungs.

Now the chances of bypassing the mutant and taking the door are basically zero, and I don't know when it will get up and give me a swoop. Fortunately, the military dagger inserted in the vest was not thrown off, and I immediately drew my knife and stood horizontally in front of me, staring intently at the pile of goods that were about to erupt like a volcano under the messy shelves in front of me, ready to fight in the next second.

Perhaps my vision suddenly became clearer due to my survival instincts, or at least enough to keep me from running around like a headless fly like I used to. The moment my vigilance relaxed, the mutant beneath the layers of cargo burst out, and by the time I could react, it was already in front of me. In such an environment where I can't see my fingers, not to mention that even a well-trained special forces may not be able to accurately pounce on a target that is at least ten steps away from me with lightning speed. However, this soulless rotting shell did it.

With a thud, I felt a tearing pain in my chest, and the whole person was pushed a few meters behind the original position. This time I didn't lose my weapon in the same shame as I had just done, I glanced at the saber in my right hand, and the blood on the blade and some of the flesh on the serration told me that the guy was injured too. Looking at myself, I am lucky that my limbs are sound and there are no wounds, and the open combat vest on my chest should have saved my life, if I hadn't worn this vest made of special materials, I guess I could have seen my internal organs. It's just that the vest has lost its protective effect, the pocket slots on the front are basically torn, the zippers are all ripped open, my original casual t-shirt is exposed, and the vest itself looks a little deformed, if I suffer the same attack again, I will definitely die.

The mutant seemed to realize that his prey was not easy to deal with, and kept a relative distance from me for a few seconds. Before I could fully stand up, it roared and flew with open hands. This time, I simply fell to the ground, and it just happened to pounce in the air, and it was directly cut by the saber in my hand in the impact. As soon as I lay on the ground, I stood up again, and when I looked down, the hateful-looking guy was at my feet. It rolled on the ground with its head clutched in pain, and it seemed that it had just been injured. I shifted quietly, and then it suddenly let go of its hand and raised its head to yell at me, the flesh and blood of its face cut in half by the saber blurred, and the white bones wrapped in viscous musculature could be clearly seen.

The enraged mutant slammed at me, and I gave it a kick in the head, but that didn't do much, only slightly affecting its movements. On the contrary, the beast was holding on to my feet under the influence of a crazy beast, and dragged me to the ground. Just as it was about to bite my ankle, I threw it away with all my might. Before I could catch my breath, it lunged at me again, this time with its whole body pressed against me.

I was almost face to face with it, and my body trembled as if I had been electrocuted. I knew that my body was already feeling the imminence of death and was making a final resistance. The mutant leaned back slightly, as if a knife was about to fall, revealing its ugly, dirt-stained teeth. At the last moment, my right hand holding the dagger slammed into its chin, and the blade directly pushed its open blood basin mouth back again, only to see that its yellow and white eyes were immediately bloodshot, and its body became limp without even convulsing, pressing on me like the mutant I killed before.

Why am I so embarrassed every time...... Can't you easily solve two or three mutants with a handsome bow and string like Zhang Xiaoying?

Breathlessly, I pushed away the mutant's corpse, pulling out the dagger in its jaw, the sharp teeth cutting through some disgusting thickness. I took off my battle vest, which had become a burden, wiped the military dagger on my hand with it, took a few breaths, and after a few breaths, walked to the dark exit in horror, picked up the rifle that had fallen by the wall, and pushed open the unlocked iron door in exhaustion.

The fresh air in my face should be the biggest reward after I escaped death, and I am even more glad that the power distribution room I have been looking for is right in front of me. In front of a row of small white temporary composite panels inlaid with blue doors and windows, the old little yellow building looks like an old antique about to be auctioned under two street lamps.

There was also an old street lamp covered with a green iron lampshade just above my head, as if the circle of lights shining on me drove away the darkness that surrounded me and made me feel comfortable for a long time. Reluctantly leaving the lonely street lamp in front of the hangar door, I hurried down the messy path to the power distribution room. Along the way, there were staggered empty oil drums and thick wooden crates shattered by bullets, as well as makeshift sandbag bunkers and dead bodies hiding behind bunkers, some of them in military uniforms, some of them clearly identified as bandits, and a few headshot corpses, it seems that mutants have also joined the battle here, disrupting everyone's plans. Although there were no other mutants on the road, which of course I didn't want to encounter, I still didn't let my guard down; Every time I slack off, something unlucky happens.

There were also several horrific corpses in front of the power distribution room, with several bullet holes in their bodies, which was not the work of mutants. I subconsciously slowed down, cautiously holding my rifle and walking into the distribution room with the door open. The room was more crowded than I had imagined, and the rows of machines in the iron cabinets reduced my vision a lot, and the blind spots that I couldn't take into account were all traps that could hide deadly threats. I walked down the aisle between two rows of machines, and I was walking on thin ice at the prospect of danger on either side.

The two corpses that had collapsed at the turn of the stairs leading to the second floor stopped me, the walls around me were littered with bullet holes, splatters of blood left exaggerated arcs on the walls, and the iron cabinets on the left and right sides of the crossing were all knocked to the ground, bullet casings and minced flesh were scattered all over the ground. One of the corpses was not human, its gray skin and moss-like spots were already indicative of its identity, and its head had been flattened with the butt of a gun like a smashed and rotting watermelon, emitting an unpleasant stench, and the terrible blood was spraying in all directions. The other intact corpse was asleep with a rifle in hand, leaning against the wall, covered in blood that he didn't know if it belonged to him or his enemy, but judging by the several obvious muzzles on his chest, it was probably not the mutant who killed him. It's so sad that the enemies of the race who have killed them are killed by their own kind......

I removed the magazine from his rifle, there were still a few bullets in it, it wasn't much, but it was good to have some more ammo after all. After a few battles, my reloading speed has also improved significantly, and my familiarity with guns is no longer as one-sided as on the Internet and movies. After filling my last magazine with a snap, I pulled the bolt with skillful quick snapping, and was about to get up and walk up to the second floor when suddenly a gunshot rang out from above.

I guess another guy has been killed, is it a mutant? Or is it that humans are killing each other again? I cautiously jumped up the steps, restraining my inner impatience while approaching the source of the gunfire with the quietest and quickest steps.

"It's game over, Captain Liu." The voice was absolutely familiar to me, it must have been the bastard who killed my friend and nearly killed us.

As soon as I reached the second floor, I saw an abominable figure standing in front of the corridor not far from me, holding a pistol and aiming at Liu Licheng, who was covering his abdominal wound. The unlit staircase made me like a ghost hidden in the shadows, silently lurking behind the steps.

Liu Licheng, who was opposite me, did not notice my existence, he covered his wounds, his body was a little crooked, and his shoulders were not as dignified as a soldier on weekdays. "It's ridiculous, I didn't expect you to break our agreement first......"

"Oh? Looks like you're planning to kill me, too? ”

"Of course, Qin Rong...... You bandits should have been exterminated by me a long time ago, but unfortunately the main task of search and rescue has not been completed, so I can only let you ......go for the time being."

"Leave me alone? Ahaha! Liu Licheng, Liu Licheng, you really think of yourself as something. Can you think of the right person to think that the person who took those children and I for medicine is to think that he is an upright person? You're the same as me, but you have a better name. ”

It seems that I came at the right time, just to save me from the procedure of questioning Liu Licheng. In that case, I might as well stay where I am and listen to what these two guys who are not good things have to say.

"I had to do this in order to keep everyone in this base alive!"

"Wow! Wow! It's amazing! What a high-sounding reason! The children probably hadn't figured out why they had been betrayed before they died. ”

"I want to trade this deal for our peace and the medicines you have in your possession! In this time of isolation, sacrifice strangers when necessary to protect your own people, and if it were you, I think you will do even more! ”

"It's a pity I didn't have that chance." Qin Rong pointed at Liu Licheng's spear head and kept shaking in the air, as if he was showing off his might, not caring at all that the other party would have the possibility of grabbing the gun, "It seems that your soldiers still have a conscience than you, I really want to tell them that you are innocent of death." ”

"Am I innocent of death? Hehe, am I innocent of death? You don't look at how many people I've saved! I'm not going to keep people in captivity like you do! Liu Licheng laughed a few times and shouted, "It's me!" I'm the one who makes it possible for the people in this base to live like they used to! Who cares about the food of the future? Who is concerned about the shortage of medicines? Who cares about how to fight that monster and you lunatics? I! I keep the whole Tianyang safe! Am I innocent of death? Do you think I'm going to be so cruel to send those children to death? It's you! You forced me to do this! ”

Facing Liu Licheng's cathartic emotions, Qin Rong sneered: "Liu Licheng, we are all walking dead. You know, this is the principle of survival after the end of the world......"

Something was wrong with the situation, Qin Rong's tone was like pity for a prisoner before he was about to be executed, and the muzzle of his gun that he had originally waved was also firmly pointed at Liu Licheng's head. It seemed that it was time to put an end to the selfish farce of these two self-righteous bastards, and I deliberately shouted loudly, "Don't move!" ”