After Li Xiaoyue heard the dense gunfire, she finally ruthlessly sent her location to her husband Zhang Yuan, who was far away in Fengshan Town, and sent a photo of herself and her son smiling happily.

He didn't have time to save them, and maybe one day he would be able to collect the bodies of himself and his son.

Tears flowed down her eyes, she looked at her son, got up and went to the kitchen again, took out a kitchen knife, and stood guard at the door.

Zhang Yuan in the Fengshan base didn't realize it, he just thought it was an ordinary exchange. He was about to go out at the moment, glanced at the text message, smiled, and praised: "My wife is so good-looking." He put the phone back in his pocket.

Li Xiaoyue looked at her husband's reply, wiped away her tears, and smiled, the stone already knew a lot of words, sitting on the ground and playing with blocks, babbling in her mouth to learn to speak.

She watched the rain getting louder and louder, the fear in her heart had gradually dissipated, and she already had the belief that she would die, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The only thing that hurts me is the stone, he is still so small.

On the city wall, the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and the captain of the guard, Jin Shenglong, was furious and went to find the deputy captain Wan Nian, Wan Nian is the nephew of the city lord Wan Xiang, and the ammunition warehouse is under his control.

Now that the war is raging, this guy is missing!

Adjutant Lin Sen saw that the head official had returned in vain, so he couldn't help but persuade: "If the warehouse lock is picked off, the city lord won't blame!" ”

Jin Shenglong has a hard time, he has followed the city lord for more than ten years, and it is clear how he ascended to the throne.

He was a suspicious man, otherwise he would not have placed his nephew by his side and managed such an important ammunition depot.

"How much longer?" Captain Jin asked Adjutant Lin.

Adjutant Lin understood that what he wanted to ask about was the ammunition inventory at the scene, and thought for a while: "It's okay to keep it until dinner today." ”

"Then wait until this beast comes back." He gritted his teeth and slammed the walls of the hidden trenches in the city walls.

50 kilometers outside Z City, Tan Qiuyan parked the car, and the previous team of more than 200 living dead had been killed by them by fighting guerrillas.

Now that she is almost in Z City, she decided to take a rest first, especially Zhu Yu, his physical strength has been exhausted, and if he continues to toss, it will be the opposite.

She took out four bottles of water and handed one bottle to Zhu Yu, one bottle each for Dan Dan and Xiaobai.

Zhu Yu panted and shook his hand: "Boss, I have water!" ”

"Take it, it's not like yours." Tan Qiuyan directly stuffed his hand into his hand.

She held an umbrella, walked to the side of the road, drank several sips, and drove all the way to chase and kill, and she also had to take care that her new subordinates would not suddenly hang up.

It's really hard work. Drink some water to replenish your energy consumption.

Talking about Qiuyan's words did make Zhu Yu curious, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip, the taste was a little sweet, the water was very clear, and it was very smooth in his throat, he took a few more sips, and after a while, he drank it in one go.

He wiped his mouth, and his strength regained a little. This water is really different, he looked at Dandan and Xiaobai.

They anthropomorphically hold the bottle, and most of the water in it has been drunk. After staying together for so long, he also got used to the fact that the boss's pet was about to become a sperm.

It's just a pity that Dandan still didn't touch him.

There was a faint smell of blood in the wind, and the stench of the living dead and strange beasts. Tan Qiuyan looked at the direction of Z City, the sky was already dark, and he was faintly uneasy in his heart.

I turned around and got back into the car and started up.

In the inner city, on the top floor of the office building, early in the morning, Wanxiang recorded a war mobilization speech for the citizens, and several TV station people carried the equipment back to release it.

Also in the room was his first secretary, Zhang Yinye, who was 32 years old, 1.7 meters tall, and thin.

Secretary Zhang is good at handling all kinds of official affairs, he is as meticulous as a hair, and he is also one of his few trustworthy subordinates, and he is also a wood-based ability.

Wanxiang turned around: "Bring them up from the back elevator, they have been living here for the past few days, and you can also come over and protect them a little." ”

Secretary Zhang bowed his head respectfully: "I'll go now." ”

Not long after, he brought Wan Haotian and a 7-year-old boy with him. The little boy is his youngest son, Wan Haomiao.

Secretary Zhang consciously walked out of the office and closed the door.

Wan Haotian came in a hurry, and it rained a little more, and there were still a few water droplets hanging on his hair, he was a little puzzled: "Dad, didn't you say that there are those people in the outer city, and there is also Captain Jin, this is only the first day, those monsters won't be so powerful, right?" ”

As the eldest son, he naturally knew what his father meant by calling the two brothers over.

The youngest son, Wan Haomiao, didn't understand the meaning of their conversation, so he was bored and ran to the room to find a game to play.

"Just in case, just stay at ease when you come." Wanxiang didn't explain much, and waved his hand: "You go and play with your brother." ”

The medical building not far from here, with three floors underground, had not come out until the afternoon.

Before he went in, he told him that no one was allowed to go in and disturb him.

As a result, no one noticed that he was still lying on the ground, his cheeks burning red.

In the other labs on the third basement level, Number Five was lying on a single bed, and there were no researchers to take care of him today, and his body recovered somewhat.

His physical strength was amazingly good, and in just a few hours, he was already like no one.

But he was still dying. The babbling voice of No. 1 came from his ear, and he replied from time to time. It doesn't seem to be any different from the old days.

Zhao Li, who was on the second floor of the basement, was restless, and finally made up his mind to go to the bottom floor to find his teacher.

Dean Zhang set a password at the door, and he first pressed the intercom at the door, but no one responded inside. He stood in the doorway and looked at the combination lock and waited for a few more minutes.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore, entered a set of numbers, and the door opened.

Zhao Li has been here a few times, and he has already secretly written down the numbers set by the teacher, but he didn't expect the teacher to change it.

He pushed the door open and walked inside. First he saw the dead subject behind the glass, and then he saw the teacher lying on the ground.

He was shocked, walked forward quickly, helped the teacher's upper body, shouted a few words, the teacher did not respond, he let go of his hand, ran to the door, he wanted to call someone over.

When I got to the door, I suddenly realized something and stopped. Looking at the tube of serum on the countertop, and the experiment log written by the teacher.

He closed the door. Walked over, sat in a chair, and looked over.

On the ground, Dean Zhang's eyes suddenly opened, revealing the white eye mask inside, his ears turned slightly, and Zhao Lizheng saw the key part of the experiment.

He couldn't take his eyes off it, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the pages turning.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of heavy breathing, and he raised his eyes, and the glass on the opposite side reflected a vague but familiar person standing behind him, and the teacher woke up!

He turned around apprehensively.

A pair of fangs pierced his throat in an instant, and he stared at the teacher's face close at hand.

How could it be, how could it be! Obviously, the experiment is no problem! He tried to push it away, but the teacher didn't move.

Blood gushed out, his body temperature gradually lost, his hands and feet hung weakly, and there was no breath left.

Dean Zhang, who had eaten enough blood food, roared.

It suddenly found a command in its chaotic consciousness. Go out and kill them all!

It walked to the door in a daze, groping around, irrational, restlessly tapping its hand against the non-moving security door.

The door required his fingerprint or code to open, and in an unconscious tap, the door opened unexpectedly. He used his hands and feet to make his way down the hallway and out of the staircase.