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The thick black smoke stretched straight into the air to fill in the bleak end-time scene, the thick smoke was out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight, he knew what happened there, and his curiosity scratched his heart like a cat's paw. Look at the watch, it is 3:40 in the afternoon. There were at least two hours before dark, enough time for him to go to the top of the building to have a look.
Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the high imitation Huya saber and tied it to his belt. The shoelace under the scabbard was firmly stuck on his thigh. He took two steps to see if it had no effect on the flexibility of his body. He picked up the shield and the iron gun and carried the binoculars And then out.
Carefully climb the stairs. Zhang Xiaoqiang lived on the second floor, and the roof was above the eighth floor. He carefully tiptoed and slowly walked up the stairs. When he reached the stairs on the third floor, he tried to open the anti-theft door of the residents on the third floor. It's also locked tightly, at least he doesn't have to worry about zombies jumping out of it.
Zhang Xiaoqiang went up slowly, tried the doorknobs in front of the doors on every floor, until he reached the eighth floor. Let him relax a little bit, the unit he lives in is safe, and the zombies are all locked in the house. When he passed by the doors of each house, he could hear the sound of the zombies scratching the iron door in the house. The smell on his body intensified the strength of the zombies scratching the door. The sharp claws of the zombie scratched the iron door and made a harsh metal cracking sound. , making his teeth a little sore.
The owner of the eighth floor sealed the entire stairway with iron railings, and an iron door for people to enter and exit was tightly locked. Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to pry it open with the end of an iron gun, but failed. He checked the iron door carefully. There was a lot of rust on the edge of the iron door, and it was locked tightly. Only a thick ID card could be inserted into the lock.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little anxious, wondering if he should go downstairs to find some tools. Looking at the entire iron door, he knocked with his hand and found that the iron door was actually very thin. In order to save materials, the owner welded a sheet of white iron to the door frame made of triangle iron with an electric welding machine. There were not many welding spots, so he loosened it. Take a breath, now it's easy to handle!
Pull out the tiger tooth saber, insert it into the iron plate and move it outward, "Boom..."
A corner of the iron plate was pried open, and he continued to pry it with his canine teeth until he found an entrance that allowed him to drill in.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the roof of the building, the roof and the ground were full of building materials, bricks, river sand, cement, various PPR water inlet pipes and PVC pipes covered the entire roof. It seems that the owner of the eighth floor is planning to build a house privately on the roof, and the row of red brick walls at the end of the roof has been half-built.
Three zombies suddenly flashed out from behind the wall, one in front and two in the back greeted Zhang Xiaoqiang, holding a brick knife in one of the front paws.
"Kao" Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, he didn't burn incense when he went out, it's bad luck.
He turned around and took two steps, and stopped with his feet!
"Now that I can run, what will I do in the future? There are only three of them. I have nothing to be afraid of!"
The blood rushing into the brain excited Zhang Xiaoqiang, he turned around and ran towards the first zombie with small steps. He held the shield in his left hand desperately, and slightly raised the iron spear in his right hand. Panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the figure of the zombie.
The zombie's skinny cheeks and exaggerated mouth came into his eyes. The moment the zombie came into contact with him, his right hand held the iron gun tightly, drew an arc in the air, and slammed it on the zombie's right calf.
"Kacha..." The sound of broken bones sounded.
"Plop..." Lost fell to the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the fallen zombies, trotted towards the remaining two zombies, one left and one right, with a distance of five or six meters between each other, he rushed towards the zombie on the left. The palm of the hand holding the iron gun was sweating slightly, and his heart was beating violently, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Two meters, one meter, now!"
The left hand holding the tin pot cover was tightly pressed against the left chest, and with his left shoulder against the pot cover, he slammed into the zombie fiercely. A huge force was transmitted from his shoulder to his left wrist bone, and he felt a burning sensation in his left hand. As it spread, the tin pot lid became protruding and warped, making it impossible to recognize what it was!
Without time to think about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the damaged iron pot lid while the zombie fell to the ground, and rushed towards the remaining zombie with the iron gun tightly held in both hands. . Aim at the ugly reveal of the zombies and jab.
"Pfft..."
The triangular gun head pierced the zombie's throat, and then drilled into the cervical vertebrae to protrude from the back of the neck. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the gun body from left to right, and the triangular file smashed the flesh and bones of the zombie's neck and pulled it out easily. , a hole made of flesh and blood appeared in the neck of the zombie. The zombie's head hung on the back with the remaining skin and muscles, and fell to the ground.
"Huh..." Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a breath, aimed at the head, and stabbed the neck? This marksmanship is too watery!
The previous zombie had already got up from the ground, and the impact just now did not cause any damage to it, and it rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang again with its teeth and claws. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the first zombie he knocked down, which was crawling towards him on the ground, and had already been beaten by him on one calf. For zombies, the desire for flesh and blood is above all else, this is a desire from the bottom of the body, let it approach him instinctively, chew him up and swallow him into his throat before he is willing!
Zhang Xiaoqiang let go of the zombie's pounce, ran behind the broken-legged zombie, stepped on its back firmly with one foot to prevent it from moving, exerted force with his arm, and the iron gun pierced through the back of the zombie's head. The gun head was pulled out, and the zombie did not move. The gun head was covered with yellow brains exuding a stench.
"The last one left."
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up and watched the last zombie rushing towards him. He wanted to test the idea in his mind and see what other vital points the zombie had besides the head. He circled around the zombie to tease it, and then took the opportunity to discount its body successively. two arms.
The guns kept stabbing in and out of the zombies. The clothes of the zombies had been turned into rags by the iron guns. The holes were covered in the dry and black body, and the heart, liver, and lungs were all smashed to pieces. The zombie didn't realize it, and chased him with its two broken arms like a mad dog. After the experiment, the tip of the gun pierced into the big, foul-smelling mouth, crushing its fangs and pulling it out. .
He took out the tissue in his pocket and wiped off the sweat on his face, feeling completely at a loss.
"Kao, 1v3, I actually did it, I really did it. Five days ago, I was afraid of killing a zombie by myself. Today I killed 10 zombies, and three of them were no fancy frontal blows!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang felt relieved for a while; "Who said nerds are useless, I am alive, I will continue to live, and I will live better," he said to himself.
The excitement calmed down, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his watch, it was 4:31 in the afternoon, it took about ten minutes to climb the stairs and search, and more than twenty minutes to pry the iron door, killing zombies, doing experiments, and looking for the legendary The brain nuclei took less than ten minutes, although the zombie's head had nothing but brains.
Recalling his purpose of going upstairs today, he walked to the parapet of the roof, raised a 10-power binoculars and looked at the place where the smoke was coming from. It had been more than half an hour, and the smoke had faded a bit. In the lens of the telescope, a medium-sized van flipped to the ground, and hundreds of zombies around the van were divided into several groups and gathered together. The front of the car hit the flower stand on the side of the road, and there were still faint flames on the body. In front of the front of the car, a bus and a medium-sized truck collided together, and more cars collided behind. The bodies of the two cars and many cars blocked the entire road, and everything was clear. A van carrying survivors rushed out of the city center and wanted to go out of the city. When the road was blocked, the car overturned due to excessive speed and insufficient braking. Some survivors were burned to death in the car, and some were thrown out of the car and killed by zombies. dinner.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little bored. Now this post-apocalyptic world is a world of zombies, and all the survivors are like hungry mice trying to earn a chance for themselves under heavy pressure. At least he is lucky, the food at home is enough for him to last for two months. As for what to do after two months
"Let's finish these two months first, and we will talk about the future."
Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, comforted himself with typical otaku thoughts and walked downstairs, when he went downstairs, it started to rain!