Vehicles struggled through the streets, crashing forward, and their speed never climbed.

Fortunately, the surrounding crisis seems to have dissipated.

Because gradually ordinary zombies wander over.

In a weird environment, it's much safer to have them there.

Dark gray concrete buildings regress from both sides.

The mist of water hits the glass.

The wipers are wiggling gently.

The icy wind slipped in through any crevices that might have existed.

In the distance, noisy sounds, one after another.

"Find a place to rest."

Wang Tu noticed the tiredness in the car soldier's expression, "It's getting dark, don't hurry to go." ”

He is well aware that it is very tiring to maintain a high level of concentration all the time.

Even the modified physique of the automobile soldier is a little unbearable.

"Okay." The auto-soldier nodded, and began to consciously look for a safe area.

Wang Tu took out two kits from the trunk.

Unzip it open, and inside are small-caliber submachine guns stacked together.

In the other bag, there is a heavy, loaded magazine.

Going out isn't just about exploring the terrain.

Scavenging scarce supplies along the road is also an important task.

A field of low-rise residential buildings came into view.

Fences and alleys divide the road, making it an easy and difficult resting spot.

The group parked the car in a hidden place, carried various weapons, and entered the house.

Sun Qiufeng and the auto soldier walked in front with submachine guns.

Rummaging through boxes and cabinets, brutally inspecting every corner.

It was raining outside.

The inside of the house, but it was dry enough.

The small space kicks up choking dust.

The wooden floor made an overwhelmed humming sound as the footsteps stepped on.

In a cold corner, unknown small black bugs scattered and fled.

Judging by their appearance, they resemble some kind of insect called "cockroaches".

These little creatures, no bigger than fingernails, have lived on this planet for 320 million years.

Even before humans appeared.

They have a lifespan of up to half a year and have witnessed the transition between the old and the new.

On the right side of the first floor is a small shop.

The king lit a cigarette, smoked it, and walked in slowly.

Vigorously followed.

The wooden door panel was dripping with red liquid, half of which had fallen, but the other half was still stubbornly holding on.

The floor tiles are dirty.

The faint light that filtered through the glass windows made it possible to see the rusty shelves close together.

On the long table on the counter, there were piles of lighters and cigarettes scattered around.

Advertising pictorials are plastered on the walls.

A long-haired beauty with a delicate face.

Under the erosion of mildew and air, it still shows a charming smile.

The TV screen was pitch black, but it still made a rustling sound.

Wang Tu took a step closer and kicked him hard.

The entire long table was torn apart from it.

A few big-bellied ants fell to the side, touched their tentacles, and let out a disgruntled cry.

They perceive the proximity of these humans.

It seems to be asserting possession of this place in a unique way.

Wang Tu's eyes were calm, and he slowly retreated.

"Sir, there are a few small parasitic beasts, which have been dealt with."

Soon, Sun Qiufeng ran from the end of the corridor and reported.

He had a military dagger in his hand and blood stained his clothes.

In an unfamiliar territory, if you can solve it with cold weapons, it's best not to shoot.

So as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

The light pouring in from the window gradually became a pale ink, and the wind stopped for most of the day, and began to howl wantonly.

The night is completely here.

For the sake of safety, Sun Qiufeng closed all the doors and windows, took disinfectant and sprayed it to erase the traces.

The wooden door at one entrance was damaged, and a piece of concrete was broken outside to seal it up.

A few useless tables and chairs were chopped into small pieces by the auto soldiers with battle axes.

The fire soon ignited.

In the empty room, the light is full and the temperature is gradually rising.

Make the camp bed, wrap the car soldier in a sleeping bag, and lie down to rest.

When you go out with a car, you don't have much left to eat outside, so you usually bring enough purified water and food with you.

The iron pot is set above the campfire, the water is boiling, and the faint aroma of white rice porridge is permeating.

The food of vigorous is dried meat, and the wool sheep is air-dried meat, and the amount is full.

He chewed hard.

Sun Qiufeng consciously patrolled outside the room.

Wearing an overcoat, the king leaned against a clean wall, and discreetly opened his command watch to inspect it.

At present, the main source of gold bonds is to collect metals in urban areas through armed mining vehicles.

In second place is the mercenary office.

A large number of mercenaries and scavengers traveled back and forth between all corners of the city and Spark Town, using and building platforms to send a large amount of precious metals to the king.

And then there's the harvest of fighting and hunting.

This is an extremely test of the command ability of army commanders.

Because of the consumption of ammunition, the wear and tear of firearms is a painful expense.

Fight the most beautiful battle at the lowest cost.

This sentence is the king's request to commanders at all levels.

The Xinghuo Town Arsenal was converted from a civilian to an army.

The assembly line equipment has been transformed and upgraded by several senior engineers, and there is an iron rooster on the side to guide, and it has already been officially transformed.

It has the ability to efficiently build weapons of war.

However, the standard of metal used to build weapons is extremely high, and at present, the old city is not circulated to the outside world, and all kinds of materials are extremely scarce.

It can only be produced in small batches and assembled for the town guards.

Wang Tu looked through it for a while, and when the porridge was cooked, he drank half a bowl and walked around the next room.

Looking out through the stainless steel security windows.

The earth was pitch black, and the sound of mosquitoes was amplified several times, making the air extremely noisy.

An ugly-looking sharp-clawed crow happened to pass by, flapping its wings and coming to the window.

Aware of the person inside, it made a screeching sound from its long sharp beak.

In the depths of his eyes, the fierce light was abundant, with a look of hunger, madness, and evil spirit, constantly flashing alternately.

The round pupils are as clear as jewels.

As a predator in the night, it comes and goes freely and moves strangely.

If ordinary people encounter it in the wild, they can only be tortured and killed by it.

Resistance is simply wishful thinking, and it is inseparable from darkness.

But now, because of the food at its fingertips, it is desperate to expose itself and seems impatient.

Something lacking in IQ.

The security net is very strong, and if it doesn't know how to go around through other gaps, where can it get in.

Wang Tu raised his eyebrows, but quickly reacted.

Pulling out the spur from his waist, intent on killing this ugly depraved product.

He thought about it for a moment, and other thoughts flashed through his mind.

Seeing that the sharp-clawed crow was still stubbornly glaring at the window, he simply ignored it, lit a cigarette and smoked it.

For safety reasons, he placed the spur in the nearest position.

Prevent the possibility of crows breaking through windows.

After Wang Tu finished smoking, he went to the corridor and told Sun Qiufeng to clean up the garbage in the building.

Most of them were dry corpses.

They were picked up one by one and thrown from the gap to the sharp-billed crow.

I don't know how this person died before he died, it's just too broken.

Sun Qiufeng held back his nausea and picked it up carefully.

The sharp-billed crow crowed excitedly, not refusing kindness in the slightest.

Whether it was bones or rotten meat, they all swallowed it all into the stomach.

What made Sun Qiufeng feel creepy was that he actually saw a little bit of closeness in the eyes of this parasitic beast.

Funny......

He shook his head again and again, throwing away the illusion as soon as possible.

One eats, one feeds, one stretches out his hand, and the other opens his mouth, and the cooperation is very tacit.

Even the blood-stained rag was thrown by Sun Qiufeng to the sharp-billed crow.

It swallowed it in one gulp, its neck stretched out, and it rolled its eyes in a choked manner.

Sun Qiufeng is anxious for it, but don't choke to death.

There's still a bloodstained rag that hasn't been dealt with......

Fortunately, the sharp-billed crow successfully solved the problem of cleaning the environment for Wang Tu and others.

The windows were opened for ventilation, and soon there was no smell of blood in the room.

Not only is it clean, but it also has a faint cool night breeze.

"That's it, you can get a good night's sleep."

On the side, Wang Tu nodded in satisfaction.

Then, then, there is only one task left.

Outside the window, the sharp-billed crow lay comfortably on its stomach, silent.

There was a look of satisfaction in its small eyes.

Now that it is full, it is reluctant to leave, presumably preparing to wait until it is finished digesting before enjoying the next meal.

Just scream a few times, there will be delicious meat to eat, where can you find such a life if you lose it......

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