"Shhh...... "In a room of twenty square meters, there are four people with bowed heads hanging close to the roof. Yang Xiaohai moved slowly, and finally rubbed to the window. He lay flat on the steel pipe, and half a meter below him, there were claws scratching wildly. Slightly shorter than the claws, it has a normal glass window. The window is one meter above the ground, and the overall height is about one and a half meters.

In the middle of the window is a large pane of glass, and on either side are ventilation windows that open and close inward. There are also two pots of dried "Gentleman's Orchid" flowers on the windowsill. Yang Xiaohai crawled over from the middle with difficulty, and it took about twenty minutes. During this time, there are more infected people gathered outside the door. Some of the "infected" really couldn't squeeze in, so they simply ran upstairs and harassed the restless "base camp".

How the upper-level people deal with the "infected", Yang Xiaohai doesn't know, and he can't control it. He just thought about how to smash the window open, let these "buddies" out of the window, and then free them bloodlessly. It's just that although the idea is good, it is very difficult to implement. Not to mention that the window was open in mid-air, and even the bullets fired were confiscated by the "infected" with their bodies. Since the glass could not be damaged from a distance, Yang Xiaohai climbed to the window in order to reduce the obstacle to shooting.

Slow is slow, but it will always come. At this moment, Yang Xiaohai picked up the "Type 95" borrowed from the black clothes and shot at an "infected" person under him. With a distance of less than one meter, no matter how bad Yang Xiaohai's marksmanship is, it has made a contribution. The monster was short and fell limply to the ground. Without waiting for its position to be filled by other "infected", Yang Xiaohai pulled the trigger one after another.

At this moment, the unhindered bullet hit the glass, and there was a loud bang, and large pieces of glass shattered. A few guys who were eager to "fill the position" hurriedly stood under Yang Xiaohai, were squeezed by their companions, and "flew" out along the broken window.

Yang Xiaohai saw that his idea had come true, and excitedly turned around and shouted: "Hey, brothers, the time for a counterattack has come!" As far as the eye could see, I only saw that Yang Kai, who was extremely sluggish, was being hugged by another black cloth to prevent him from falling. The third black-clothed person, who lent him a firearm, was on the other side of the roof, kneeling on the steel pipe, looking down as if he was stupid, ignoring Yang Xiaohai's call.

Yang Xiaohai shouted at the people who were hugging him: "Separate, separate!" The black clothes holding his colleague were unknown, and when he was wondering, Yang Kai in his arms violently opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of gray without eyeballs.

Yang Xiaohai watched Yang Kai fight back, turned around and bit the person who was taking care of him. The black man was defenseless at all, and after a scream, as soon as the two of them rolled over, they fell off the pipe and merged into the group of extremely excited monsters. Several screams rang out, and the roar of wild beasts rang out all over the room, piercing people's eardrums.

Yang Xiaohai pursed his lips and shouted to the only one left in black clothes: "Dude, come here, I have a way to escape." Shouting too hard, the green tendons on Yang Xiaohai's neck flared up, which seemed to show the anxiety of the master. Although the roar was deafening, the black-clad man heard it.

He was no longer numb, but nodded at Yang Xiaohai in response, and then his limbs slowly moved. Yang Xiaohai took out his gloves and put them on his hands. This glove is the high-tech product that saved his life. Yang Xiaohai hadn't seen this thing anywhere else, and he forgot to inquire about the origin of the gloves because he was busy, anyway, this thing is easy to use.

I experienced it once, and the technology products are very strong. With one more person, it shouldn't be a big problem. So he wanted to retreat with this living black robe. However, "the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny." Although the black-clothed man believed in Yang Xiaohai and was fighting for his own life, the desk that was pushed down by Zhang Minglei killed him.

After all, the table has its volume, and although it is put down, it is always higher than the ground. More than 20 minutes passed, and more and more "infected" squeezed in through the door, and the small room was like a canned scalp, and the "infected" who held their claws high and couldn't move were like sardines in a can.

Originally, it was nothing to roar and scratch, but Yang Xiaohai broke the window, the two monsters fell into the air, and the rest of the monsters were pushed and moved. The guy at the desk was tripping. So one pushed the other, and like dominoes, one monster lost its balance and knocked down the three in front of it one after another. The fallen monster hung down more of the infected, and finally fell in a fan shape.

A few unlucky guys were squeezed out of the window in a daze and became real "flying heroes". Under such a dense position, I fell, and it was a pure dream to get up again. The "infected" who poured in from outside the door trampled on the body of their companion, and were soon overturned by their companion. One after the other fell, and the ground quickly rose high.

As a result, the height that was not far apart was rapidly shortened. The only remaining black-clothed man flickered, and the light in front of him dimmed. Immediately after, countless sharp claws stretched out. Excruciating pain erupted from all over the body. Then came the endless darkness.

"He's meowing." Yang Xiaohai cursed and grabbed the steel pipe tightly. In the "bang-la-la" sound, the steel pipe support used as the ceiling finally collapsed under the pull of many "infected people". Yang Xiaohai watched the last team member fall into the strange group, but he could only sigh with regret. There's no point in waiting.

Yang Xiaohai pressed the switch of the glove, his right hand was attached to the glass, and his left hand was forceful, grabbing the "infected" jacket by the window and sending them into the open window. grabbed it indiscriminately, and soon it was empty. Without waiting for the infected to react, Yang Xiaohai dodged out of the broken window.

With the help of high-tech gloves, he quickly climbed up a few times. It only rose half a meter, but it was completely out of the threat.

At this time, Yang Xiaohai had time to look at the wall in front of him. As far as the eye can see, there is a blue tempered glass façade. Yang Xiaohai secretly said that he was lucky. The smooth glass surface is obviously easier to climb than the twine façade structure.

Familiar with the road took out gloves. After half an hour of recuperation, the numb arm had regained consciousness. Yang Xiaohai looked sideways and found that the wound on his right shoulder had unconsciously scabbed. I took a long breath and was very satisfied with my ability to recover. I don't know why this is happening.

After climbing more than ten meters, it is not far from the top of the building. I lay on my stomach for more than half an hour, and my physical strength was still sufficient, so I didn't feel too tired. Brewing for a while, Yang Xiaohai had a moment to see, mechanically alternating his climbing palms. In a trance, the red indicator light flashed a few times, and the suction of the suction cup on the palm of the hand suddenly lost.

Yang Xiaohai shouted, "Woo" and rowed downward. I couldn't help but drop more than ten meters away, and the red light flashed a few times, and then it lit up again. In this way, Yang Xiaohai couldn't help himself and stuck to the glass wall.

When I opened my eyes, I saw countless dirty heads; And his legs were back and forth in front of the broken window. Startled, he hurriedly climbed upwards. During the exercise, there were two "infected people" who screamed and pounced, wiping the soles of the old otaku and following in the footsteps of the "flying man".

Realizing that the life-saving guy in his hand was unpredictable, Yang Xiaohai no longer dared to drag it out in the slightest, and instead climbed to the top of the building in one breath. Lying on the dilapidated table and panting for a while, the physical strength that was almost at the bottom was restored. Since the downstairs has been blocked, everyone has shifted positions. So Yang Xiaohai "snorted" for a long time, and no one bothered him.

Feeling that he was panting evenly, he turned over and walked towards the fire escape.

"District Chief Li, why did you come down from above? Aren't you supposed to be downstairs? What about the Exploration Squad? "District Chief Li, when did you come back?" It doesn't matter to you, right? "District Mayor Li......" Yang Xiaohai walked through the crowd, and all kinds of surprised questions came and went. But he ignored it at all, and walked straight to the room with the security door in his memory.

Bend your finger and knock a few times, and the security door opens. Yan Bing's somewhat pale face surfaced. Yang Xiaohai opened his mouth, and after a hurried glance, he saw that the back of the door seemed to be full of many things. He wanted to look more, but was taken by Yan Bing with a "bang".

"Yo, Brother Yan. I am back. Yang Xiaohai greeted with a big grin and a very familiar greeting.

Yan Bing raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "How much food did you bring back?" ”

"No, I ate them all."

Yan Bing's face suddenly sank: "What about the others?" ”

"I'm sorry, I left downstairs and can't come back."

"You!"

Yan Bing's eyebrows were raised, he raised his arm to probe his fingers, and his fingertips connected: "...... And the face back? The whole army was wiped out, why didn't you die? Yes? ”

was roared by a voice that moved the liver fire, and Yang Xiaohai's suppressed emotions exploded.

"Why didn't you come back? Why do I have to die downstairs?

…… To tell you the truth, if it weren't for the tap water here, the master would have been lying in a mess a while. Besides, it's not even black, did I say anything when I forgot to die? The idea of the outward probe is that I am not fake, but I am sure that I will get out of it! Does anyone else have that ability? You don't pee on me one by one, and if something happens, you will find me to top? This pot, the master won't carry it today! ”

"My hands and feet are not clean, what is there to be crazy about?"

Yang Xiaohai's voice attracted Jia Chengsu. Before anyone arrived, the scolding came first: "Greedy for life and afraid of death, full of lies, but the hands and feet are not clean." 'Shameless' is all praise for you! ”

Yang Xiaohai turned his head and saw Jia Chengsu staring at his waist. Looking down, he saw that half of the gloves were exposed, and he happened to be caught by Jia Chengsu. After all, Yang Xiaohai pouted and said nothing.

The old otaku was dumbfounded, but Jia Chengsu didn't plan to let him go. "Do you know that 'special gloves' are the top technology products that have just been developed this year. The captains didn't catch it. What the hell are you that deserve this? As he spoke, Jia Chengsu unceremoniously pulled out his gloves.

"If you don't want to slip away alone, what are you going to do stealing it?" Jia Chengsu walked as he spoke, and walked to Yan Bing's side. His fingers never left the tip of Yang Xiaohai's nose, and his tone was gloomy: "Such garbage must not be kept." Brother Yan, get handcuffed. I have reason to suspect that the genuine 'Li Juemin' is afraid that he has been poisoned by this goods. ”

Clutching his injured shoulder, he let the blood trickle down. Compared with the attitude of Jia Chengsu and others, he is more concerned about his own situation.

After a little recollection, the old otaku found a problem: it seems, it seems, maybe, this is the first time he has been broken by the "infected"! Hey, I didn't prepare in advance, and this "blood" was thrown too hastily......