Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road: Chapter 1030 Survive in the Dead in the Doomsday Wasteland
Chapter 1030 Survival in the Death of the Doomsday Wasteland
Zach, who originally weighed 150 kilograms, was shaking when he walked, but now his huge T-shirt was empty, and his fat hip-hop dropped pants became a flag flying in the wind. I don't wear a one-kilogram big gold chain anymore -- I can't carry it anymore.
He staggered to the entrance of the stairs, grabbed the handrail on the stairs, and tumbled down.
By the time he rushed to the first floor out of breath, the situation was precarious.
The big iron gate, which was two meters wide and three meters high, was bulging up to the naked eye, and a group of bony black buddies pitifully used their bodies to resist the waves of zombies outside the door.
All this gave Zach an indescribable sense of absurdity.
These gangsters who usually rob houses and sell powdered girls are now pitiful like candles in the wind. They are not fighting with the gangsters in the public housing next door, nor are they shooting wildly with the police, but are using their weak bodies to resist a group of unconscious zombies. .
"What a **** world, what the hell!" Zach muttered and pushed up.
"Hold on, guys, I've already called that Jack and Robbie, and they said they'll come and save us! As long as we hold on for a few hours." Zach said nonsense and came.
He felt that if no one came to save us at this time, we were about to die, which might be stupid.
Zach is a gang leader who hasn't read any books, but he's not stupid.
"Ah, I can't stand it anymore, what? Helper, someone came to save us?"
"Is that the clown Robbie with long, white legs?"
"Wow, Harley Quinn! Big **** and ass!"
"You LSPs! Is this the point? The point is that someone has come to save us! Boss, is it true or false?"
"Really, it was Robbie's boyfriend Jack who said they had an army heading here."
"Woooooo, can you finally not be eaten by zombies?"
"Dagger, you actually cried? It's too girly, isn't it?"
"Fuck you Matthews, the thought of being eaten by zombies makes me tremble, don't you?"
"No, I have a grenade hidden in my crotch, they bite me and pull the latch!"
"You're ruthless! If you want to blow yourself up and call me, I'll rub it a little."
Although the topic of the gangster brothers was slightly deviated, morale finally picked up, and even the impact of the zombies outside the door felt a little gentler.
Unfortunately, this is not an illusion, but something even worse happened.
Most of the zombies outside the door have left, and they have a new exit.
Someone suddenly shouted in the aisle on the first floor to the left of the gate, and several black buddies escaped from a door in the middle of the aisle!
"The zombie broke the first floor window and rushed in!"
"Don't run! Hold on to me, fuck! All your girls and children above the second floor!" Zach roared and drew his gun and rushed over.
A group of scumbags were in the same hatred behind them, the one who drew the gun drew the gun, the one who copied the guy, and dozens of people rushed to the aisle.
At the same time, an ordinary wooden door was knocked open, and countless zombies rushed out like black scarabs spit out from a big mouth!
A tragic and generous picture is being staged in the gangster's lair.
A group of living people and a group of zombies walked towards each other, with a few black buddies who were crying and screaming.
"Get down! Climb over from below!" Zach roared, raised the huge desert eagle in his hand, and the men who followed also showed their long and short firearms.
Under Zac's strong prestige, the black buddies who escaped did not dare to attack the team, and subconsciously fell to the ground and then crawled forward desperately, crawling under the feet of the brothers one by one.
Above their heads, gunshots rang out.
The sound of 呯寯寯 was most of the time, and two AK submachine guns were also spraying flames.
At a distance of about ten meters, this group of thin bamboo-like gangsters, their marksmanship was quite accurate as they should, bursting the heads of more than a dozen zombies, and the bullets still spilled out along a height.
Zombies fell in batches, but there were still endless zombies spit out from the door like a big devil's mouth.
The gangsters rushed up and sprayed with blood and courage. When the two magazines were emptied, some black buddies who ran out of bullets became afraid, and some people turned around and wanted to separate from the crowd and run away.
Zach's muzzle turned like lightning.
"Bah!"
A tall black dude was directly headshot!
"Whoever runs and kills whoever! We have nowhere to go!"
Zach's roar drowned out the ping-pong-pong gunfire, scaring the surrounding subordinates to shiver.
The gunshots paused for a second and then became denser again.
But good intentions can't stop the zombies from rushing wildly. They are forced to back up by the zombies, and some people even have no time to back up after running out of bullets, and are dragged into the zombie group.
The hoarse screams of the unfortunate gangster, and the consistent gnawing of the zombies when they were eating, frightened a group of "big men" who used to only bully weak gangsters.
"Zach, retreat to the second floor, we can throw furniture and sofas to block the stairs!" Zach's Xiaomi Arthur shouted frantically from the back.
"You hear it, retreat! Retreat as you fight!" Zach was overjoyed and waved his men back.
After a while, a group of black buddies retreated to the stairs on the second floor.
At this time, the bullets have been completely fired, and Zach is leading a group of men who are not afraid of death to fight the zombies with watermelon knives and iron rods. Fortunately, the stairs are narrow and there are many corpses entangled, so it will resist the zombie tide.
"Get out of the way! The cabinet is here!"
The two plump black aunts let out a roar, and many black buddies with hemp statures all stepped aside. A two-meter-high wardrobe was pushed downstairs.
With the loud noise of dangdang, the wardrobe tumbled and fell. While smashing several zombies, it fell to the corner of the first and second floors. Immediately, dilapidated sofas, tables, bookcases, coffee tables, and countless messy furniture were thrown down.
"There is still a gap on the stairs, aunties, throw it away! Don't be so **** reluctant, you'll lose your life!" Arthur greeted the aunts and uncles in the corridor on the second floor loudly to bring the messy furniture over, and then feel free to do so. dropped downstairs.
Not long after, the stairs were full of debris and stuffed to the brim.
Don't talk about zombies, even a mouse would have to work hard to get through it.
"No, there is a corridor on the right side of the building, let's go! Block that side too!"
Dozens and hundreds of black buddies rushed over in a swarm in order to survive.
******
The sun slowly passed the middle position and skewed westward.
The mighty motorcade entered the city of Chicago along the highway, and the famous Chicago River was on the left of the motorcade.
Lu Fei sat in the co-pilot of Optimus Prime and followed behind the armored vehicle that opened the way. He held a walkie-talkie and kept directing the route of the armored vehicle. Soon the convoy reached a highway bridge and turned south, entering the South District of Chicago.
The convoy was driving all the way in the city, but only encountered two or three zombies. They collided completely, and there was no need to stop.
Ten minutes later, the convoy gradually approached the public housing area, and the Hulk, who was on the top of the car, sent a warning.
Soon the convoy stopped, and Lieutenant Colonel Jones ran up from behind and got on the roof of Optimus Prime with Lu Fei.
The two of them held binoculars and looked at the open space in front of the public housing filled with countless zombies two kilometers away. Lieutenant Colonel Jones kept shaking his head.
"Jack, there are too many zombies. It's impossible to hit them with an armored vehicle. It won't take long to move forward. It will be entangled, and the tracks can be blocked by the flesh and bones. It is possible to clear the field with artillery fire and machine guns, but it consumes too much.
I estimate that there are at least 10,000 or 20,000 zombies in this entire area. "
"Not only that, the density is so large, there should be more than 30,000." Lu Fei said in a calm and soft voice.
"Ha, you're not in a hurry, don't you have any good ideas?" Lieutenant Colonel Jones and Lu Fei have been together for a long time in the past few days, and they have learned a lot about their previous cases of fighting zombies. I know that Lu Fei has a Bad, bad, good brains.
"That's natural, we can't fight hard! A while ago, Robbie and the Hulk and his son were chased by zombies. I used the elevator shaft of the high-rise to let hundreds of thousands of zombies jump off the building automatically. That scene, tsk tsk!"
"How can there be such a condition now? Is it possible to lead them to a skyscraper? This is too complicated?" Lieutenant Colonel Jones shook his head.
"Of course not. Don't use the methods you've used before. It's boring. By the way, do you have sappers? Will it blow up bridges? Is there any explosives to support it?"
"Yes, why ask this? Thinking is too jumpy, I can't keep up."
"Because I want them to jump into the river! Specifically..."
"It's such a big deal? It's so interesting, I like it! Just do it!" Lieutenant Colonel Jones listened to Lu Fei's suggestion and immediately agreed. He is also the master of the matter.
Lieutenant Colonel Jones got out of the car immediately. After some arrangements, several Humvees and a military truck separated from the convoy and turned around to the road bridge they passed by.
An hour later, Lieutenant Colonel Jones' intercom, still on the roof of Optimus Prime's car, rang.
After murmured, he adjusted the channel and shouted a few times.
The team restarted and rolled away in the direction of the public housing!
Soon, the convoy drove into the road next to the public housing. A lot of car wreckage and debris were smashed away, making a loud noise.
The public house was surrounded by the front, and the dense zombie tide was alarmed.
Suddenly, countless zombies turned their heads to look at the convoy, one, two, ten, one hundred!
"Pull the distance and drive 500 meters forward! Retreat as planned!" Lieutenant Colonel Jones shouted as he grabbed the welded handrail on the top of Optimus Prime.
A armored vehicle, or tracked, or wheeled, rushed into the zombie tide regardless!
The ragged and skeleton-shaped zombies could not stop the steel torrent at all. One by one flew up, one by one fell, and the black blood stains spread a big equal sign on the cracked concrete road.
Blood splashed in the air, body tissues and limbs, and even the head flying around, the scene is very unsuitable for children.
Countless zombies are still pouring out of the public housing area, the rolling steel traffic is slowly blocked, and the speed is getting slower and slower.
Soon the convoy drove out 500 meters, and with an order, all the vehicles turned around and started again. The convoy turned 180 degrees and drove back in an orderly manner.
It’s just that the speed of the car is not fast, as if waiting for someone.
In the various murderous vehicles in the convoy, the soldiers are constantly throwing things out, smelly socks, torn underwear, drinking Coke bottles, and even yellow liquid urine in the bottles, what smells? Throw anything heavy.
The team has left a human taste all the way, invite the zombies to have a death party!
(end of this chapter)