When Yang Xiaohai sat in the car, it was completely dark. Without human intervention, even the city center will inevitably fall into darkness after more than half a year. There was silence all around, as if there was nothing. But Yang Xiaohai heard the sound of rustling muffled by the roar of the engine. The SUV unbridled with high beams illuminated the space in front of the car.

In the white, the black patrol car was lonely and stubborn towards the black-clad security building of the city company.

On the way back, none of the five spoke. When the car arrived outside the building, Yang Xiaohai was still the first to get out of the car. After standing for a while, seeing that there was no movement nearby, he beckoned the four of them into the building. The ladder was set, but he was the last to return to the second floor. Under the glow of the flashlight, the city's black-clad security building was silent and gloomy.

Without Yan Bing's welcome, the mood of several people was even more depressed. They also understood that after all, manpower was tight, and without a sentry on duty, it was unrealistic for Yan Bing to wait for them all the time. The five of them went back to their rooms to rest without mentioning it.

The next morning, more than a dozen people gathered on the third floor to discuss breakfast and dinner. It was mainly Yang Xiaohai who told Yan Bing, and the rest of the people were just silent, wholeheartedly eliminating steamed bread, gruel and small pickles. Hei Tong was still meditating in the room, because she had instructed Yang Xiaohai to bring back a steamed bun and nothing else.

"The light rail is in good condition, it is with three carriages, and there are 'infected people' everywhere, but it is not a big problem. As long as we get into the cab, although it is a little crowded, it is still no problem to stand for a dozen people. That is, we have found the right means of transport. ”

Yan Bing didn't say slowly until Yang Xiaohai finished speaking: "Just the day before yesterday, I sent out a distress signal. The crowd stopped their chopsticks. Especially Wang Xiaona, who is in charge of communications, is more concerned about this aspect of things. "I can tell you with certainty that the provincial company has received a request for help!" One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the discussion suddenly started.

Yan Bing still said calmly: "I'm very happy, right?" I was happy at first, but it wasn't that simple. Through satellite communication, the provincial and regional companies euphemistically said: It is difficult to carry out rescue operations. It's best to save ourselves, and we have to find a way to get up on our own! Of course, the provincial and regional companies will also do their best to send rescue teams, but the time is uncertain. ”

The argument got louder. Although it was drastically reduced from more than 100 people to more than a dozen, it still shook the dust of the huge hall.

That's why I urgently asked everyone to find transportation. The security building sheltered everyone for more than half a year, and now it is powerless to stop the infected. If we stay any longer, we will all die sooner or later. Now that Captain Li has found a way to leave, let's pack up and prepare after eating. Bring more ammo and take less food. An hour later, we had our backs to the bottom. ”

Yan Bing drank the gruel in a few sips and turned to leave. More than a dozen people talked for a while, and then went to prepare after eating. Due to the hurry of leaving, no one paid attention to the steamed buns on the gas tank with a blue fire.

Fifty minutes later, more than a dozen people with small bags on their backs gathered in the center of the concave shape on the second floor. Thanks to winter, the ugliness downstairs has condensed into ice, and not only is there less of a stench in the air, but even the hideousness is much more pleasing to the eye. Yang Xiaohai was still bare-handed, but the difference was that the black pupil also followed behind him silently. Originally, she didn't want to move.

But Yang Xiaohai only said: "You are going to blackmail my chips to transfer." She got out of bed in a hurry.

Smoothly went downstairs, and more than a dozen people were all standing down-to-earth. All the black clothes sighed a lot. Leng Qian was the most emotional, and she cried out with a "wow", tears like pearls with broken threads, puffing straight down. Yang Xiaohai ignored everyone and walked straight to the light rail station, the black pupil followed behind him, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the snow.

After the two walked more than ten meters, Yan Bing had to interrupt everyone's feelings. It is said to be a transfer, but everyone knows that this is an escape. Sadness and pity also depend on the time. So everyone had to pack up their feelings, cheer up and go into the distance.

Jia Chengsu was at the end of the team, although he was still wrapped in bandages, but he did not delay the light of his small eyes, and he constantly looked at everything around him like a radar. A MK25 had already been opened and was held by him with both hands, pointing diagonally at the ground.

As soon as he walked out of a few dozen meters, Jia Chengsu suddenly shouted: "Dry!" ”

Yang Xiaohai looked back and saw that the city's black-clothed security building had changed: on the third floor of the building, all the windows were missing, and the surging tongue of fire was spitting non-stop. "Bastard!"

Yan Bing gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice, but urged everyone: "Don't look at it, don't look at it!" The building is finally occupied. As long as you live, there will be bread and everything will come back. Everyone remained vigilant, picked up speed, and kept up with District Chief Li. ”

The tiger died and Yu Wei was there, and Yan Bing hadn't hung up yet, so everyone forced their complicated emotions and ran with their heads down. Not only them, but Yang Xiaohai also felt uncomfortable. Because the "Eighth Master", who brought him countless joys and comforts, was left by the pool.

What Yang Xiaohai can do is to try to keep the fish food he can find where he can go. Unscrew the faucet to keep the fresh water flowing. What happens in the future depends on the creation of the "Eighth Master". The future is treacherous, and a relatively stable life is obviously more suitable for it. Although it was an insignificant thing, Yang Xiaohai had feelings for him.

Yesterday I was driving, but today I can only rely on the 11th road. After walking for about ten minutes, the nearby light rail station was still nowhere to be seen. Yan Bing was a little impatient, and he asked in a low voice, "How long do you have to go?" Isn't it close? ”

Yang Xiaohai, who has excellent eyesight, has already seen the outline of the light rail station. He was just about to answer, but there was a "bang" in his ears...... Boom ......". Immediately, Jia Chengsu at the back of the team shouted: "It's not good, the gas tank exploded." ”

Yang Xiaohai was just about to ridicule each other, what if the gas tank exploded? Anyway, it's in the building...... Ah, there is still a Tie Ruan Nan locked up in the building! How did you forget him?

While he was thinking, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and a series of howls sounded in the distance. It sounded so thick that it wasn't a good stubble. Yang Xiaohaiden changed color.

"He's meowing, who pulls the hatred, run!" More than a dozen people trotted up. Immediately, "infected" popped up from all directions. Running and racing, the people who climbed up and down in the car suddenly got their hearts entangled. Rao is Yang Xiaohai's response to the flickering back and forth, and he still can't stop the endless strange tides.

As the crowd approached the station, more and more "infected people" came around. As a last resort, the MK25 in Yan Bing's hand fired the first shot. At this time, even if you drink to quench your thirst, you can't care about it. Yang Xiaohai glanced at Yan Bing and didn't say anything. As a result, the "crackling" gunshots soon became a string.

The "Intested" fell one after the other, but more were drawn at them by the sound of gunfire. Ordinary "infected" are stuck in traffic and move slowly, but those mutated "infected" are unaffected. They are either nimble or powerful, not only unimpeded, but also flowing out of the pathway, almost leading the crowd to the light rail station.

The road, it's still the same road. But the situation is very different from yesterday. The crowd trotted first, then galloped. With the help of firearms, the light rail station finally came into view.

However, the light rail station has also changed. At the entrance of the station now, it is bustling with "infected people". A seven- or eight-meter-tall, bald-headed, skinless "infected" stood in the middle of the flock, as if standing out from the crowd.

In addition, Yang Xiaohai also saw some skinless monsters crawling quickly on the ground. Not to mention those "little Arnold infected", mixed in the crowd, extremely restless and restless.

Yang Xiaohai monster shouted: "Stop, this road is not passable!" Ancestors, it's time for you to shine! But the black pupils behind him were in a trance, just moving back and forth with him, and they didn't mean to make a move at all.

Distracted, Leng Qian screamed and was dragged out of the team by the "infected". Yang Xiaohai jumped up violently and cut down several "infected" at the moment she fell to the ground.

Before Leng Qian could stand up, there was another scream. Yang Xiaohai looked back and saw that it was the black clothes who were teased by himself yesterday. The gun in his hand was still emitting white smoke, but his hands were grabbed and he fell into the strange group. Just as he wanted to move, a few screams rang out, and several black-clothed people in front of the team were all surrounded by the "infected", even if he ran over, it was useless. In the case of not being able to take care of the beginning and the end, more than a dozen black-clothed people suddenly fell into the crisis of annihilation.

Yan Bing saw that the situation was out of control, and immediately said: "Rush over and fight!" You can only live if you get in the car! ”

Yang Xiaohai saw that four or five fell in an instant, and his eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and yelled, "I'm broken." Run one by one, fight! ”

Then it turned into the wind, and quickly interspersed in the strange group. It's just, where are you going? In front, there are a large number of infected people, and going left to right is nothing more than the difference between being caught up sooner or later. Thanks to Yang Xiaohai's efforts, the mutated "infected" in the distance have been eyeing him.

In the tremor of the earthquake, countless "infected people" rushed towards Yang Xiaohai. The rest of the black clothes were given a brief respite. In this short moment, Yan Bing changed his slow and steady image in the past, and turned around and ran very quickly. The black-clothed people who couldn't react were quickly surrounded by ordinary infected people, and then fell into it.

Yan Bing, who was silent, threw down everyone and ran back lifelessly. Although there were many ordinary "infected" along the road, they were all quickly left behind by him. It took more than ten minutes to come, but it took less than three minutes to go back. Yan Bing ran for his life towards the black-clothed security building in the city with black smoke billowing out. People are like this, when they are faced with a desperate situation, they know that they are dead, and it is good to live for one more second.

Although Yan Bing ran fast, there were still a large number of infected people behind him, except for "Little Arnold", and even some monsters that crawled quickly. Finally ran downstairs, staring at the white ladder in the distance, Yan Bing's heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

But what the hell are they? When did you come running? Yan Bing pulled the trigger and shot at the "infected" in front of him. Why should these brutes who don't know what to do get in his way?

"Da, da, da......" 15 rounds of ammunition poured out. Yan Bing wiped it in his pocket, and the new magazine was in his hand. As soon as he pushed the magazine into his pistol, his arm sank, and an "infected" grabbed him.

Yan Bing's heart sank, but he heard two gunshots in his ears. When he looked back, he saw Jia Chengsu squirming towards him. There's no way, it's been a hundred days since he broke his muscles and bones, and his injuries haven't healed yet!

In addition to him, two groups of "infected" pounced on them together, and they were about to surround them.