"Hehe, this Russian fat pig is at least 240 pounds, one on top of the other two, enough for those zombies!"

Two prisoners came out of the opposite team, carefully observing Qin Lun, and stepped forward to move Chekov's body. One dragged one foot and threw him around the corner of the corridor and the base hall, where a crowd of zombies was surrounding the corpses of the three Federation soldiers.

With the addition of Chekov, these four corpses were able to block the Yongdao crossing of about seven meters, blocking the corpses. Seeing the hundreds of zombies densely packed at the Yongdao crossing, the prisoners no longer wasted time, and automatically divided into two teams, struggling to push the iron gate at the exit of the base.

In addition to Qin Lun, who was seriously injured in his calf and couldn't exert his strength, even Lin Feng and Xiaolian also joined the team of pushing the door at this time, working hard for their survival.

"Wow!" The iron door pulley made a screeching sound of metal rubbing, and the heavy iron door was finally slowly pushed open and slid to both sides.

"Push it away, push it away!" The prisoners screamed excitedly, and the cheers were filled with the joy of escaping death.

"This ...... Over here...... What is it? It's just that when everyone saw the scene outside the iron gate, the smiles just now froze on their faces, and their eyes showed irrepressible shock!

Outside the iron gate of the base, it is not the vigorous primeval forest of the Great Khing'an Mountains, but everywhere you look, there is the Gobi Desert, with strangely shaped rocky cliffs like monsters, lying between this uninhabited world, just like the western desert of the United States of America in the old century.

In the new century, due to the development of science and technology, except for a few primeval forests and polar ice fields, the deserts and wastelands of the old era have been environmentally transformed in order to accommodate more and more people. Similar to the desolate Gobi Desert in front of you, people can only see it from ancient photographs.

However, this is not the most surprising part, the strangest thing is that a few kilometers away from them, there is a fault in the entire continent. In front of the continental fault is a vast cosmic starry sky, a quiet and deep starry sky dotted with many stars that bloom and fade.

However, if you look closely, these stars do not seem to be huge planets, but hanging continents of various sizes, each with a spherical orange-yellow light mask on its surface.

The distant Hanging Continent is as small as fireflies, and the nearest Hanging Continent is as large as a millstone, and the mountains and rivers above it are clearly discernible.

And the exit of the base where they were located was actually in mid-air, at least thirty meters from the ground. Apparently, the underground structure of the Area 91 base rose to the Gobi ground, lifting the exit of the tunnel that was originally level with the ground into the air.

No wonder those who die turn into zombies! No wonder the particle light guns in the hands of the Federation soldiers fail! No wonder all the modern equipment in the base is unusable! It turns out that this is not the earth at all, and it seems that even the laws of science are different from the earth!

The prisoners soon realized that the Gobi Desert, where the Federal Base of Area 91 is located, is also estimated to be a suspended continent. A very small number of them have already thought of the spherical space-time field above the Area 91 base, and their current situation must be related to space-time teleportation, that is, they don't know where the entire base has been teleported.

"This is not Earth, where the hell are we?" A prisoner who came back to his senses exclaimed.

"The four corpses are almost eaten by the corpses, and the exit of the safe passage is also blocked, what should I do?"

"Climb down! Climb down to survive! ”

The prisoners soon realized that they couldn't sit idly by here, and several impatient death row inmates immediately crawled down the outer wall of the base's exit.

Luckily, the base's underground structures appear to be piled up on the Gobi along with the surrounding rocky soil, creating a small hill with steep slopes, and there is still a place to climb and settle.

Lin Feng grabbed the iron support to explore the path on the steep "hillside", while Xiaolian followed closely behind Qin Lun, who had injured his legs. With the underground buildings of Area 91 as the core, this "small hill" with rocky soil is not naturally formed, and it is soft in many places.

The height of more than 30 meters is not high, but once you step on the air and fall down the steep slope, it is definitely a life and death. They don't want to just escape from the bloody jaws of zombies and fall to their deaths on this barren Gobi desert.

Without the threat of corpses, the makeshift small group of prisoners has been completely disbanded. All the survivors, including Qin Lun and the others, there are still twelve people left.

These twelve people are centered on the five special killers of "Dissecter" Qin Lun, "Disciple" Hansen, "Shepherd" Hill, "Fireworks" Rand, and "Joker" Grant, and each of them forms a small group of only two or three people.

It's not that the prisoners don't want to be united in this strange world, it's that it's hard to trust each other. The five murderers all have psychological problems to a greater or lesser extent, and their thoughts are difficult to guess, so they are not normal people at all. Even the other prisoners, who were forced to cling to them, were reluctant to get too close to them.

In about twenty minutes, Qin Lun, with the help of Xiaolian, finally went down to the ground. Stepping on the sand of the Gobi Desert, a wave of warmth rose from the soles of his shoes. As far as the eye can see, there are russet rocks and cliffs everywhere, except for the wind howling from the rock peaks from time to time, the whole Gobi seems to be dead silent, without a trace of life.

Although there was no sun overhead, the orange-yellow light shroud that shrouded the Hanging Continent emitted intense light and heat, making everyone drowsy. Qin Lun and the three of them found a huge rock under the base, sat on the leeward side, and rested for a while.

"Can we go back?" Xiaolian hugged her knees, hung her head, her shoulders shaking and sobbing.

Lin Feng was speechless, his face was blank and he tilted his head, looking extremely depressed. He confirmed the bad news from the mouths of several prisoners, that his father had died. The prisoners saw a zombie in a general's uniform in the base's hall, and his father was the only general in the base.

Qin Lun gently closed his eyes and greedily breathed in the warm and dry fresh air. For him, as long as he can be free, the earth is no different from this strange world, and the only concern in his heart is his sister who has been separated since childhood.

Since that incident, he hasn't heard from his sister for more than ten years. Maybe it's the best choice to keep my sister away from her and bear the happiness of two people alone. As for himself, who is burdened with dozens of lives, no matter what the truth of that incident is, he has already embarked on the fateful path of a murderer, and there is no turning back.

In reverie, Qin Lun's heart suddenly moved, he spread out his right hand, and stared at the black ovoid pattern in his palm. Ever since he killed Chekov and gained that cool breath, the oval pattern has been erecting regularly. The cool breath seems to be derived from an oval pattern, like blood, circulating throughout the body over and over again.

Each cycle weakened the aura a little, and it was now imperceptible. However, every time this aura weakened, the fatigue and pain in his body would disappear a little, and new strength seemed to surge out of his body, and even the injuries in his legs seemed to be rapidly improving. It was as if this cool breath was good for him, slowly strengthening his physique.

Qin Lun curiously stretched out his left thumb and rubbed it on the oval pattern, wanting to feel the regular pulsation. But immediately, his eyes widened, and his heart throbbed, and a simple black tablet appeared in the depths of his consciousness, and even the style was exactly the same as the "death list" where his information was stored.

With the reappearance of the "Death List", the oval pattern of Qin Lun's right palm also changed, and it turned into a small skull. And in the hollow eyes of the skull, there were two scarlet ghosts lit up slightly.

"Look, what's over there?" Just as Qin Lun wanted to use his consciousness to find out about the "death list", he heard the shouts of a prisoner in the distance.

As soon as Qin Lun's attention was distracted, the "death list" in the depths of his consciousness quietly retreated. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked into the distance.

I saw that in the depths of the Gobi, more than ten kilometers away from the base building, a black line suddenly appeared, and in just a few minutes, the black line turned into a dust dragon composed of sand and soil, rolling from far to near.

"It's the native creature of this world!" The disciple Hansen's face changed and he shouted at all the prisoners.

As a mercenary, he had already recognized that this was not a natural phenomenon, but rather a result of a large number of objects that traveled at an extremely fast speed. For example: galloping horses, mechanical vehicles, etc.

The prisoners, who had been scattered all over the place, quickly ran towards the central position. At this time, whether they want to or not, they must unite and face the unknown fate that follows.

When the prisoners gathered again, the dust dragon on the opposite side seemed to have noticed their existence as well, turned an arc in the Gobi, and headed straight for them.

"It's ...... Locomotive? When the rolling dust dragon came closer, the prisoners were shocked to find that it was actually a convoy of dozens of locomotives of various types, and they were in an uproar.

There are various types of these locomotives, and there is no uniform style. Some are similar to the two-wheeled motorcycles of the old century of the earth, and there are also technologically advanced single-wheeled roller cars. There were also some tracked locomotives, and even at the back of the convoy, everyone saw giant multi-wheeled vans in the shape of spiders.

Since locomotives, they are intelligent beings? The prisoners had gathered a little more, and the vigilance in their hearts had risen to its highest point.

"Wow!" A four-wheeled motorcycle leapfrogged out of the convoy, stopped in front of the prisoners, and jumped out of the car a humanoid creature and walked towards them in a big way.

Its entire body was hidden in a hooded cloak, and a pair of thick biker sunglasses almost concealed most of its face. Behind him is a giant firearm with a bell mouth, two ~ bullet belts are crossed left and right on his shoulders, shaking his shoulders, shaking three times in one step, and his whole body exudes a domineering atmosphere.

But, but...... Why...... Its jaw was just up to everyone's calves and knees!

Looking at this domineering pocket biker boss, all the prisoners have a sense of comedy that is ridiculous!