Last night, the elevator did not go straight to the top floor, and stopped here, there were only two situations, either someone in the elevator mutated, or someone pressed the elevator on the eighteenth floor.

However, having the ability to send someone to pick up the upper echelons of the legion as soon as the incident occurred should not put someone with obvious precursors of mutation into the elevator.

Then there is only one possibility left.

Someone on the eighteenth floor pressed the elevator before dying, and after the elevator door opened, the evolutionary zombies attacked everyone, and under the desperate protection of the three special combat team members, the zombies were trapped in the elevator, and the others were able to walk upstairs.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Wang He looked around at the elevator door, and only walked out of the elevator after there was no danger.

The east and west doors on the eighteenth floor were open, the corridor was full of blood and stumps, the viscous blood on the floor was still scattered with a few bullet casings, and the mottled bullet holes in the walls indicated that there had been a great war here.

The strong smell of blood made Wang He unable to breathe for a while, and he walked into the two houses to inspect them, and found nothing except for the damaged furniture and a few broken corpses dressed as ordinary people.

Then he turned and walked towards the stairs, from where he planned to walk all the way to the top.

The stairs on the double-numbered floor were on the west side, and the staircase door was stained with blood, Wang He gently pushed the door open, and saw two corpses lying outside the door.

One had a mutilated right arm on the staircase leading to the upstream, and a gun in his left hand. The other, leaning against the door, was dressed as an old man.

"Aunt Hao!" Wang He's eyes were split, the old man lying on the ground was the nanny at home, he hurriedly squatted down and helped the old man to check, but unfortunately the old man had been dead for a long time.

Although Aunt Hao is just a nanny, but since she has Wang Hu, she has asked her to help at home, and she has been in a lot of affection, and at this time, the corpse here makes Wang He very sad for a while, and it took a while to carefully look at the old man's body.

The old man had a wound on his forehead, which pierced through his brain, and even the back of his head and skull were blown off, his eyes were blood-red, covered with gray blood vessels, his mouth was covered with blood, and there was a bite on his left shoulder.

Looking at the corpses of the special combat team members not far away, Wang He also checked it, his right arm was obviously torn off by the zombies, and the back of his head was the same as the back of Aunt Hao's head, lifting a piece of skull, but the wound was bigger, and the entire back of the head was bursting open.

Looking at the gun in his hand, Wang He suddenly understood that after this team member was injured, he killed the mutated Aunt Hao with a gun, afraid that he would also become a zombie, so he swallowed the gun and committed suicide.

Put away the grief in his heart, people still have to be found, the father and the child don't know what is going on, and after glancing at Aunt Hao sadly, Wang He walked upstairs again.

Carrying a knife and holding a shield, Wang He didn't use a gun, but just pinned one on his waist, after all, he didn't know how to use it, and he didn't have time to get familiar with it, so it was better to use a knife.

Except for a few corpses along the way, there were no zombies, probably a big battle on the 11th floor just now, which led the zombies wandering on the even floors to the 12th or 10th floor, Wang He saw that there were no zombies and rushed to the roof in one breath.

There were several corpses on the roof of the building, and Wang He checked that they were all zombies, probably following the sound of gunfire.

In one place, near the edge of the building, bullet casings were scattered on the ground.

Looking downstairs, there were no bodies, it was likely that the helicopter was hovering here, and the person who answered killed a few zombies, and then left in the helicopter.

At this time, Wang He was a little glad that he didn't see his father and child, indicating that they were safe for the time being.

Standing on the top of the building, Wang He overlooked the East Mountain, and the military camp was imperative......

Turn around and walk to the stairs, take the elevator back to the 18th floor, scavenge the equipment on the corpse of the special forces, and then pick up Aunt Hao's body and take the elevator back home.

cleaned up the body with a towel and put Aunt Hao quietly in her bedroom, Wang He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, crying silently.

"Aunt Hao, thanks to your care for so many years, Xiaohu has grown up healthy, although you have no children and no daughters, I have always treated you as a family member, you can go with peace of mind!"

Aunt Hao, whose eyes were wide open, seemed to be unwilling, as if she heard Wang He's words, and her eyes slowly closed......

Wang He walked into the study, took out all his collected items, and placed them on the ground of the living room with the equipment he had just collected, and began to organize the equipment.

First of all, the pistol is to be brought, although this thing is too loud, and it will attract zombies if you are not careful, but you can still save your life in case of emergency, but you won't use it, so put it aside first.

The bow picked a "Black Widow PL" longbow and put it in the bow bag, this brand is custom-made, the bow is 68 pounds, and it can be disassembled from the middle into two parts, the upper and lower parts, which is easy to carry.

He picked out another "bison" of "Hoyt" and assembled it. Most of the arrows were tied with duct tape, and only about 30 were left in the quiver.

All other arrows have to be packed and taken away, after all, with one less arrow, it is impossible to recycle all of them.

There are also two crossbows, a "AR480" dual-purpose crossbow and a "small spirit snake" hand. Crossbows, Wang He plans to bring both crossbows.

"AR480 Raptor", the power is amazing, 180 pounds of pull, the biggest advantage is that it can also hit steel balls, the disadvantage is that it is large and heavy.

Although the "Little Spirit Snake" is less powerful, it is lightweight, easy to wind, and suitable for indoor close use.

A few more daggers were chosen, and the Scottish slashing sword.

I didn't want to carry this sword, it was too long, it was inconvenient to carry, it was hung on the waist to affect the movement, and it was on the back, and the length of the sword body was one meter long, and it was impossible to pull it out normally.

In the end, Wang He still thought of a way, sawed off half of the scabbard, tied the lower part to his waist, tied the hilt to his shoulder, and when drawing the sword, he only needed to untie the hilt and pull out half of it.

Then Wang He sat on the floor and studied the pistol.

Maybe it's a lack of talent, after an hour of pondering and practice, not to mention being as flexible as those masters on TV, just figuring out how to reload, where to safe, and simple aiming and shooting.

The bullets are also a bit scarce, four guns, the bullets are only enough to fill two guns, and the two empty guns purely occupy space, so they have to be abandoned.

In his eyes, the gun is not as good as the crossbow, the crossbow is silent, his target is not bad, and he is absolutely handy in fighting zombies.

Wearing his baby's pure leather cycling suit, which is also the last cycling suit, he put on a bulletproof vest that was stripped off the corpse.

After putting on knee pads, tying a holster to his legs, putting all his belongings into a canvas bag, and taking a few tools, Wang He took the elevator down the underground parking lot.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the zombies in the parking lot rushed over, and Wang He, who had been prepared, pushed the bow and shot, and the 50-pound bison easily dealt with a few zombies.

Taking out the tools, Wang He removed the side boxes and exhaust on both sides of the black horse.

Motorcycles are faster and more controllable than cars, and many cars can't take narrow routes that can be easily traversed by motorcycles.

It's just that the loading capacity and the sound of exhaust are a problem, and Wang He, who came down with tools, is to solve these problems.

Put a bunch of things in the car first, take the elevator to the basement, and after confirming that it is safe, open the basement door of your house and take out an exhaust and 2 metal shelves with belts.

Back in the parking lot, with new exhaust air, and with the oddly shaped metal shelves on either side of the original side box.

This exhaust was originally specially customized because the original exhaust sound of the motorcycle was too loud and was always stopped by the traffic police halfway for inspection.

After installing it, it was ridiculed by motorcyclists as a fake and shoddy "horizon", so it was discarded and discarded, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

After installation, start the motorcycle, sure enough, the sound is much quieter, just the sound of "poof", how ugly it is.

The shelves that replace the side boxes are also designed for motorcycle tours, and they are specially customized welded to make it easy to carry many things, such as tents, sleeping bags, gas stoves, etc.

Later, because the battery life of the dark horse was too weak, and it was really not good-looking, it was removed and thrown into the basement, but I didn't expect these things to come in handy now.

Take the things out of the car, put them on the shelf, and tie them one by one with the straps on the shelf.

With a big sword on his back, the "bison" bowstring is also carried on his back forward, the quiver is fixed on the anti-fall bar, which is convenient for drawing arrows, the small spirit snake is put into a leather case and hung on the waist, and several special crossbow arrows are inserted in the leather holster arrow slot.

Putting on his helmet and gloves, Wang He twisted the accelerator, rushed out of the parking lot, and set off towards Dongshan.

The motorcycle was speeding fast, and the damaged cars and scattered zombies along the way did not bring much trouble to Wang He, and it is estimated that a large group of zombies passed by last night and took away a lot of zombies.

Where the group of zombies would migrate, Wang He didn't know, and he didn't have time to think. He now has only one goal, to find his loved ones.

Dongshan is not far away.

It is only more than 20 kilometers away from Wang He's house, and under normal circumstances, it is only a little more than 20 minutes away by motorcycle.

Now there is no traffic control, the traffic police don't know where to go, if it weren't for some obstacles and zombies on the road, it might be less than ten minutes.

For this reason, Wang He carefully planned the route before setting off, avoiding some large shopping malls and bustling streets, and trying to choose elevated roads and roads that are not so dense with vehicles and pedestrians.

It went around east and west, and it was a big circle.

Despite this, Wang He still encountered several dense groups of zombies, but they all avoided without danger under Wang He's early dodge and superb driving skills.

Wang He stopped his motorcycle at the mouth of a hidden alley.

Drew out a long knife and cut down two zombies who heard the movement and followed, and looked around for a while, no other zombies noticed here, and looked at a gas station not far ahead, about 200 meters.

That was the first destination he planned.

The battery life of the dark horse is not satisfactory, although the fuel tanks of other cars in the family are emptied, but it is only for the dark horse to "eat" half full, and the gas station will definitely become Wang He's first target.

By the way, he also wanted to find a gas drum at the gas station and fill it with gasoline just in case.

After looking around, there are not too many zombies.

There are four or five in the gas station, and a few on the street, adding up to only a dozen, but the swaggering past on a motorcycle is still not very realistic, and it is not much different from looking for death.

Besides, there are still a lot of zombies in a few abandoned cars, and if they roar and attract a crowd of corpses, they can't escape.