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Chapter 487 Survivors

For this mega press conference, the Ministries of Public Information of various countries have joined forces for three hours to prepare for this mega press conference, for which 16 simultaneous interpreters in different languages have been mobilized; And the large signal towers erected by Lixiao around the world are enough to cover the whole world, and even the broken radio of the Eskimo can hear Chen Jingmo's voice at the same time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It also includes the deepest part of the fog, a group of panicked citizens who have been trapped in the supermarket for twelve hours.

Throughout the lightweight steel supermarket, all the mén and windows have been nailed up with wooden strips, and terrified survivors have piled up sacks full of rice in all the fragile places, building walls that give them a little sense of security.

The middle-aged man with unkempt hair glanced carefully at the survivors gathered in the center of the supermarket, moved to the side of an old man leaning on the shelf and whispered, "There are still thirty bullets left." ”

The slightly old man frowned and said in a low voice, "Vins, don't tell anyone else about this news." ”

"Of course I do." The sloppy middle-aged man nodded, this news must not be told to everyone, otherwise this team that has just stabilized will definitely set off a new internal luàn.

"Is there any smoke yet? Give me one. Nervously tense, Vins, who had not rested for a long time, took a cigarette from the old man's hand, lit it and muttered in a low voice: "The worst thing is that there are only two bullets left in that shotgun." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "That thing is too loud, and if it doesn't work, maybe it can attract a little less of those damn bugs." ”

He didn't believe these words himself.

In addition to a pistol, there is only one small-caliber rifle, which is not a type known for firepower.

This is already their most powerful weapon, and there are a few short spears made of makeshift steel pipes, and a few kitchen knives and fruit knives that are not as good as killing insects and killing themselves.

They have survived until now thanks to a bit of unlucky luck that they have not attracted any bugs or monsters to their attention.

They had seen huge insects, spiders, mutated giant birds in the thick fog, and even a hideous tentacle that could not even be seen in its entirety.

The giant tentacle swept away the two men as it appeared, draining all of the one's blood in three seconds.

The people who had been bitten by the insects were already dead, and the death was so miserable that he didn't want to remember it, and his whole body was rotten.

In order to find the yào thing, they once organized a team of people to explore the yào shop not far away, but they almost fell into the damn place that had become a spider's nest, and almost lured back a group of bugs.

For this, they killed six people, and all they got was two damn bottles of cold yào and antibiotics.

They knew that when they were really discovered by those monsters, it would be the moment of death, and when the time came, they couldn't even die.

After that encounter, everyone involved was terrified, and very badly spread the fear to the whole group.

Everyone waited in trepidation for death, and wept in low voices.

"This is the punishment of the last days...... Believe ye in the Lord, the Day of Judgment is coming, and all will be judged......"

The disgusting voice sounded again, and Vince frowned at the ugly person in the crowd with an exaggerated expression, she was spreading her 'doomsday theory', but under the thorn of this crisis, there were still many people who believed that set of theories.

"What the hell is that damn NV guy doing......" Vince chewed on the rouge and muttered irritably, "Damn, the more I look at her, the more annoyed I get." ”

The old man glanced at the widow with a cold gaze, and then withdrew his gaze: "I'll clean him up later, and when I see her, I think of those damned Indians." ”

Vins sighed and asked the old man, "Sir, what do you say is going on?" ”

He didn't know this old man before that, and he had heard from others that he was a veteran of two medals back then; In fact, he was also very impressed by the calmness of the old man before the disaster.

He has become the looming leader of the survivors.

"I don't know, some people say that the military base in the mountains did something, but who knows if it's true?" The old man leaned against the shelf, smoking cigarette after puff, and his left eye was slightly dull under the light, a prosthetic eye.

"Calm down Vince, take care of your son, and protect yourself." The old man patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Hide two bullets, if you really ......"

He paused, omitting the phrase, but both men understood.

"When the time comes, take your son and run, get into the car, and drive out, leaving no one else...... Leave me alone. ”

He patted Vins on the shoulder again, his eyes quickly cold, and walked over to the dead man in the crowd.

Suddenly, someone shouted in a low voice, "Eh, come and see, I've fixed the wired signal." ”

A man behind the shelf raised his hand, his hand full of engine oil, and beside him, a television set was no longer snowy, but had a signal for the first time.

The crowd of survivors whispered, and everyone huddled in front of the television, eager to receive the latest information from outside.

The old man looked at the mén mouth that was unguarded, sighed, and grabbed Vins and the two burly men who wanted to squeeze over: "Let's stay here, we can hear it anyway." ”

All the survivors watched with bated breath as the scene that suddenly appeared on the screen, as if it was the scene of a press conference, and a young NV man they had never seen before was standing in front of the camera and saying something.

"The Foundation has officially formed an emergency rescue force in conjunction with the governments of various countries and has begun to go deep into the affected areas to rescue, please all survivors who hear this message persevere, we are working hard to search for every survivor."

"Prior to this broadcast, countries reacted quickly, and the army had entered the area shrouded in dense fog and began to search for survivors. The temporary front-line command was equipped with serums and vaccines for the symptoms of poisoning of the wounded......"

"Survivors should avoid noise or bright light, which will cause thorns and serious consequences to mutated species, wait patiently for rescue, we will ......"

Chen Jingmo on the screen seemed to be a little irritable, lifted his glasses, threw away the speech in his hand unexpectedly, took off the eyes on his face with his backhand, pulled out his pure cheeks, and rouded his eyes a little tired.

The director behind the camera looked at Chen Jingmo with a dull expression, and made a mouth shape: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

Chen Jingmo waved his hand and made a stop gesture, no longer reciting those meaningless speeches, and said to the director who was about to temporarily interrupt the broadcast: "There is no need to interrupt the broadcast, I still have something to say." ”

"To all viewers and survivors who heard this message, the next step is the commitment I made on behalf of the Foundation."

She stood in front of the camera, her expression was serious and dignified, her black suit reflected her expression, and suddenly a strong aura that was not inferior to any man appeared.

"Maybe you've never heard of this organization, or maybe you don't believe what I'm saying. But we will do everything in our power to save all the survivors.

Regardless of whether the survivors who heard this news believe what I am saying or not, please protect yourselves to the maximum extent possible, and then ......"

She paused and said to all the survivors who were listening, "We'll find you." ”

……

Vince leaned against the rice bag stacked in front of Mén, biting half of the rou cake, and asked the old man next to him in a low voice, "Foundation?" Have you heard of it? ”

"Nope." The old man thought for a moment, shook his head, and after a pause, he suddenly said, "But I think I should believe in this promise." ”

Vince chewed on the remaining half of the rou cake, which was so greasy that he wanted to spit it out, but it was one of the few high-calorie foods.

Hearing the old man's words, he turned his head in some surprise: "Why? ”

"Probably because ......" The old man scratched his gray hair and smiled rarely, albeit a little embarrassed: "I think her voice is good, even if it is a lie, it is worth it." ”

The burly black man next to Vins sighed helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "Old ghost." ”

But...... Is this really a lie? He didn't know, but he preferred to believe that voice, maybe not willing to give up the last straw, maybe because in his heart, that voice was worth trusting.

Vince swallowed the last bite of rous with difficulty: "You say ......"

"Don't believe that NV person, she's the devil and she's deceiving you"

A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the neuronv man who had been spreading apocalyptic doctrine in Shinto said in a chilling voice: "This is the Judgment Day that no one can stop, and we will all ......"

"Damn bitch, shut up"

The old man grabbed the thing next to him and smashed it on her: "You made me hear clearly." ”

The chattering neurotic NV man still refuses to give up, screaming in a high-pitched voice: "This is ......"

"I said, you shut up for me." The old man grabbed the pistol from Vins's hand and aimed it at the dead man with an exaggerated expression, and the gaze in his left eye was so cold that it seemed to be looking at a dead corpse: "Shut up, or you will become a corpse." ”

So, in an instant, the neurotic NV man showed a look of sudden realization, and pointed at the old man and Vins: "You are the accomplices of the devil, and when the day of judgment comes......"

And so, the world was purified.

In the dull silence, the middle-aged man Wensi's voice trembled, and his eyes looked at Mén in a daze: "Sir...... Sir, look at ......."

His voice was like crying, and he said in a trembling, distorted voice, "Here we are...... Something is coming. ”

The old man turned his head in horror, and in the dense fog outside the glass, a huge silhouette suddenly appeared, like a deformed spider slowly advancing in the dense fog, the size of an RV......

Faintly, there was a subtle and terrifying rustle, which was the terrifying sound of insects' wings flickering in the air, and they were hundreds and thousands, flying in the air, gradually approaching,

Suddenly, a hideous flying insect covered in pustules slammed into the supermarket glass, cracking and screaming in the surviving crowd.

The old man gritted his teeth, like a lion who had gone mad, but he was old and tired, and he couldn't even save himself.

He pinched Vins's shoulders so hard that he felt that his bones were about to break, and he whispered in Vins's ear: "Run and live with your son, there is nothing better than this......"

Wen Si's face was gray, and his eyes were dull and he looked at him: "Where are you going...... It's all dead ends...... Dead end"

There was a hard thing stuffed into his hand, it was a car key, the old man looked at him one last time, and said goodbye in a low voice: "Rush out, find a black sè off-road vehicle I just filled up the gas when I came, it's cheap for you......"

He looked at the group of terrifying shadows that were approaching, and suddenly laughed: "This is a feast that only old guys can participate in, recruit eggs, get out of the way......"

In the gray mist, the shadows were getting closer and closer, and they squirmed their limbs, hungry for the smell of any food, eager to eat.

The old man seized the last moment and took out the old 'dog tag' from his neck, kissing the name that was already blurred on it.

He suddenly remembered that when he was younger, they were still a bunch of handsome guys, and the walls of the confinement chamber would be carved with absurd graffiti of 'Fun in Time', and the 'dead' people would have to take off their clothes and run around when they were drunk playing with the 'Russian wheel' loaded with empty bullets......

"Do you want to live......" he remembered the voice on the TV, and smiled yearningly, "It's so good." ”

Then, at last, fearless, he slowly raised his gun.

"Sir, what is that?"

A terrified Vins pointed to the depths of the fog.

Damn it...... Aren't you gone yet?

The old man almost angrily tried to shove the barrel into his mouth, but finally sighed weakly.

Do you want to stay and die together?

This doesn't seem bad.,Damn recruit eggs.,I always don't know the importance of obeying orders.,It's the same as yourself back then.。

Forget it, come with me to hell and regret it together.

The sluggish Vins still pointed to the depths of the thick fog, allowing the old man to look at Vins's fingers,

Hallucinations, he saw a man in the streets full of deformed monsters?

As if falling from the sky, the man in black appeared in the thick fog, and from a long distance, the old man could not see his face clearly, but he could feel that he was laughing.

He has a gentle smile and sharp eyes.

A sudden gust of wind erupted in the thick fog, as if the oppressive feeling of the impending rainstorm spread, and the cold killing intent caused the swarm to set off a strange scream.

In the next moment, it was as if someone was whispering in the old man's ear a byte he didn't understand.

"Vajra - Su"