In the quiet corridor, Tang Ji sat on the ground against the wall, listened to Robbie's words, and the hand holding the walkie-talkie was slowly lowered subconsciously, watching Will be silent for a while.

"How many of them are there?" Tang Ji put the walkie-talkie to his mouth again, pressed the communication button and said.

Robbie was also silent for a while, he should be checking, and it didn't take long for the voice to sound again on the intercom: "There are more than two hundred people that can be seen now, all of them are adult men, they seem to be very disciplined, they should have received short-term training, what's wrong?" Do they have a problem? ”

"They should have done what happened that day, and I've seen the helicopter." Although Tanji said this, his tone was uncertain, because Manhattan is a wealthy area, and there are not many private jets, and a helicopter does not mean anything.

However, it has not been a day or two since Tang Ji arrived in Manhattan, but he has only seen this helicopter, which is enough to illustrate the problem, in the early days of the end times, as long as the rich people who are still alive and can leave the city are basically gone, leaving the city with supplies, this is the choice of some capable people, especially those rich people who have private helicopters, the mobile surname is very strong, as long as the person is not dead, there is a pilot or he can drive a private helicopter, he can leave Manhattan immediately.

Moreover, even if the rich people and their families with private helicopters are all dead, the survivors can fly their helicopters away, as long as they have the skills to fly them, and the survivors who get the helicopter and leave immediately have a mind that they just want to be safe, away from the city, away from the huge hordes of zombies, to places with few people.

The United States is the largest grain exporter, and the central region is vast and sparsely populated, as long as you get there, the countryside, guarding the land, and guarding against a small number of zombies, life will be very good, and self-sufficiency is no problem.

On the contrary, those who have helicopters but refuse to leave Manhattan, a city with a heinous density of zombies, have a kind of ambition, in this era, the global reshuffle, anyone can become the next ruler, and there are certainly not many people who have the heart and courage to become a ruler, because they have to deal not only with humans, but also with a large number of zombies.

So, Manhattan must have very few helicopters now, and probably only that one, because Robbie named the helicopter model, which was exactly the same as the one that picked up the sniper.

What a coincidence!

And the group of people who own helicopters is very unusual, they have begun to gather survivors, maybe they have already eliminated the other opponents of Manhattan at this time, and in the first place, Marlos should have been their opponents!

It was for these reasons that Don Guy made the closest guess to the truth, and they were the same group that had gotten rid of Marlos in the first place.

"Is it them? Last time they made such a big move, many people died because of it, for what? Robbie's voice over the intercom was much lowered, and he felt that Don Guy should know.

"Marlos, it's because of Marlos, the last incident directly broke up the entire organization under Marlos, many people died, and Marlos was also shot dead by snipers." Tang Ji said, glancing at the expression on Will's face next to him, and immediately said: "Don't talk about this, I'm now trapped in an office building by zombies, food here has always been in short supply, and there are a few people with me, we can't last long, you have to find a way to rescue us out." ”

Don Guy didn't talk nonsense, nor did he ask Robbie in a tentative tone if he could save him, he knew that if he was in trouble, Robbie would definitely save him.

In the conversation with Maniela just now, Don Guy asked about everyone's situation, and asked some words on the side, he knew that these people of his own were still that group of people, and there was no special change because of the experience of this month, people's hearts will change, but they need to go through some things to change, and obviously, they have not changed, but they miss Don Guy very much, so Don Ji is confident, Robbie is still the grateful Robbie.

"Where are you?" Robbie didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"I'm in an office building near the intersection of 34th Street and Sixth Avenue, this building is fifty stories high, the appearance is a standard cuboid, there is no special structure, the exterior of the glass is all light blue, it is easy to recognize, there are zombies within a radius of several kilometers around here, the consequences of the last explosion, to save me, to lure all these zombies away." Tang Ji said quickly in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, I'll take the map ......" Robbie's voice on the intercom paused again, and soon sounded again: "17th Street...... Sixth Avenue ...... It's almost eight kilometers away from me in a straight line......" Robbie's voice was choppy.

Drip! A low battery sound.

"The walkie-talkie is about to run out of power, I still have two batteries, you settle down first, plan it, and discuss how to contact me."

"yes, okay."

After saying this, the two cut off communication, Tang Ji put down the walkie-talkie, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, at this moment, the huge pressure that had been pressing on his heart disappeared, he felt an unprecedented relaxation, the rest of his life after the catastrophe could not be talked about, but the killing crisis that had been hanging in this building was completely gone, Will and Zac could not hurt him anymore, they had no reason to do this, let alone dare to do it.

Tang Ji sat on the ground in the corridor against the wall, grabbed the wooden stick next to him with one hand, his eyes slowly swept over everyone beside him, revealing a very rare smile, and said slowly: "We are saved." ”

Will looked at Tang Ji and smiled, laughing with relief, suddenly turned his head again, stood up and looked at Shack beside him, and beat Sark's chest with his hands, Sark glanced at Will, although he still had that dead face, but it gave people a very big change, if he was lifeless before, then now he has vitality.

Compared to the more restrained changes of the two men, Monica's changes are much greater...... She cried.

The slender and white palm covered her mouth, her slightly pale cheeks flushed with a red tide brought by excitement, her eyes were red, tears silently slipped from the side of her face, dripping, women are all feelings, this sentence is not wrong, even women with surnames have a very sensitive side.

Monica saw that Tang Ji was struggling to stand up with a wooden stick to support his body, so she immediately walked over to help, and Will, who was standing on the other side of Tang Ji, also stretched out his palm, grabbed Tang Ji's arm and pulled him up, and then let go of his hand.

The group walked towards the room, Monica took Don Guy's elbow and helped him forward, as if she had subconsciously forgotten to let go, she twisted her face to the other side, facing the wall of the hallway, one hand still wiping tears.

Don Guy turned his head to look at Monica, his pale and bloodless face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"See what?" Monica noticed Don Guy's gaze, turned her head and sniffed lightly and asked.

"I didn't expect a woman like you to cry like this." It seemed to be in a good mood, and there was a slight joke in Tang Ji's tone.

"I'm a woman too." Monica let go of Don Quit and wiped her hands on her face to wipe away her tears.

"Uh-huh." Tang Ji nodded noncommittally.

After a period of silence, there was only footsteps, and several people walked to the door of the room, Will and the two walked in first, Don Ji and Monica walked behind, she turned her head to look at Tang Ji and suddenly asked, "Who is that woman?" Your wife? ”

"It's not." Tang Ji shook his head slightly, only said this one word, and said nothing behind, and limped into the room with the other hand holding the door frame, he didn't explain too much, because he didn't need to explain to Monica, and he was also very confused about where Maniela was in his heart.

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Twenty hours later, around eight o'clock in the morning the next day.

In the bedroom by the window, Tang Ji was lying on the left side of the bed, looking up at the ceiling, the walkie-talkie was in his hand, and he was subconsciously fiddling with it, he was waiting. Monica was lying on the right side of the bed, curled up with a pillow, with a blanket rolled up on her body, her hair scattered like a lazy little flower cat, asleep.

The two have been living in the same room these days, and Monica is sleeping next to him, of course, because of Don Ji's physical condition, no super friendship can happen, and the reason why Monica sleeps here is to take care of Tang Ji conveniently, after all, it is very inconvenient for a very injured person to do many things.

"Doctor." Robbie's voice suddenly sounded over the intercom.

"I'm here." Tang Ji put the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said quickly.

"We have a problem here, the car was detained by the other party, and they don't allow anyone to leave, and now we are trying to figure out a way, and it will take some time to solve it." Robbie's voice was low and somewhat heavy.

"How long?" Tang Ji's brows furrowed suddenly.

"Three days, three days at most, and if they don't let us go, we'll find a way to leave."

"Okay, you have to be quick."

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