"Hey, this Russian fat pig weighs at least 240 pounds, one is worth two others, enough for those zombies to share!"
Two prisoners came out from the opposite team, carefully observed Qin Lun, and moved forward to move Chekov's body. One person dragged one foot and threw him to the corner of the corridor and the base hall, where there were many zombies, surrounding the bodies of the three federal soldiers.
After adding Chekhov, these four corpses could barely block the entrance of the corridor about seven meters away, blocking the group of corpses out. Seeing hundreds of zombies densely packed at the entrance of the corridor, the prisoners did not waste any time, and automatically divided into two teams, struggling to push the iron gate of the base exit.
In addition to Qin Lun who was seriously injured in his calf and unable to use his strength, even Lin Feng and Xiao Lian also joined the team pushing the door at this time, working hard for their own survival.
"Hey!" The iron door pulley made a harsh metal friction sound, and the heavy iron door was finally slowly pushed open and slid to both sides.
"Push it away, push it away!" The prisoners shouted excitedly, and the cheers were filled with the joy of escaping from death.
"This...here...what is this place?" It was just that when everyone saw the scene outside the iron gate, the smiles they had just froze on their faces, and their eyes showed uncontrollable shock!
Outside the gate of the base is not the vibrant primeval forest of Daxing'an Mountains. As far as the eye can see, there are Gobi deserts everywhere. The rocky cliffs with strange shapes are like monsters, lying between this uninhabited world, like The western desert of the United States of America in the old century.
Entering the earth in the new century, due to the development of science and technology, except for a few virgin forests and polar ice sheets, the deserts and wastelands of the old era have undergone environmental transformation in order to accommodate a growing population. Similar to the desolate Gobi wasteland in front of us, people can only see it from ancient photography works.
However, this is not the most amazing place. The strangest thing is that a few kilometers away from them, a fault has appeared on the entire continent. In front of the continental fault is a vast and boundless cosmic starry sky. The quiet and deep starry sky is dotted with many stars that brighten and disappear.
However, looking carefully, these stars do not seem to be huge planets, but suspended continents of different sizes, each of which is covered with a spherical orange light mask.
The distant suspended continent is as small as a firefly, while the nearest suspended continent is as big as a millstone, and the mountains and rivers on it are clearly identifiable.
And the exit of the base where they are located is actually located in mid-air, at least thirty meters away from the ground. Apparently, the underground building of the base in Area 91 rose to the ground of the Gobi, pushing the exit of the corridor that was originally level with the ground into the air.
No wonder those who died turned into zombies! No wonder the particle light guns in the hands of federal soldiers will fail! No wonder all the modern instruments in the base are unusable! It turns out that this is not the earth at all, it seems that even the laws of science are different from the earth!
The prisoners soon realized that the Gobi desert where the federal base of Area 91 was located was probably also a suspended continent. Very few of them have already thought of the spherical space-time field above the base in Area 91. Their current situation must be related to time-space teleportation, but they don't know where the entire base was teleported to.
"This is not the earth, where are we?" A prisoner who came back to his senses exclaimed.
"The four corpses are almost eaten up by the corpses, and the exit of the safe passage is also blocked, what should I do?"
"Climb down! Climb down to survive!"
The prisoners soon realized that they could not just sit here and wait for death. A few impatient death row prisoners immediately grabbed the outer wall of the base exit and crawled downward.
Fortunately, the underground building of the base seemed to be piled on the Gobi together with the surrounding rocky soil, forming a small hill with a steep slope, and there were still places for climbing and landing.
Lin Feng grasped the iron brackets to explore the way on the steep "hillside", while Xiao Lian supported Qin Lun, whose legs were injured, and followed him closely. With the underground buildings in Area 91 as the core, this "small hill" with rocky soil is not formed naturally, and many places are very soft.
The height of more than 30 meters is not high, but once you step on the air and fall from the steep slope, you will definitely die. They didn't want to fall to death on this desolate and inhabited Gobi Desert just after escaping from the bloody mouth of the zombies.
Without the threat of corpses, the imprisoned small team has been completely disbanded. Of all the survivors, including Qin Lun and the others, there are still twelve left.
These twelve people are based on five super killers, "Dissecter" Qin Lun, "Disciple" Hansen, "Shepherd" Hill, "Firework" Rand, and "Joker" Grant. Small groups of people.
This is not because the prisoners are unwilling to unite in this strange world, but because it is really difficult to achieve mutual trust with each other. The five murderers have more or less psychological problems, their thoughts are difficult to guess, and they are not normal people at all. Even the other prisoners who had no choice but to cling to them were unwilling to get too close to them.
After twenty minutes, with the help of Xiao Lian, Qin Lun finally got down to the ground. Stepping on the gravel of the Gobi desert, a wave of warmth rises from the soles of the shoes. Looking around, there are reddish-brown rocky cliffs everywhere. Except for the whistling wind blowing over the rock peaks from time to time, the whole Gobi seems dead silent, without a trace of life.
Although there is no sun above the head, the orange-yellow mask covering the suspended continent emits intense light and heat, making everyone drowsy. The three of Qin Lun found a huge rock under the base, sat on the leeward side, and took a rest.
"Can we go back?" Xiao Lian hugged her knees, lowered her head, and sobbed with trembling shoulders.
Lin Feng was speechless, and looked up with a blank face, looking extremely depressed. He confirmed the bad news from several prisoners that his father had died. The prisoners saw a zombie in a general's uniform in the control hall of the base, and the only general in the base was his father.
Qin Lun gently closed his eyes, greedily breathing in the warm and dry fresh air. For him, as long as he can get freedom, the earth is no different from this strange world, and the only concern in his heart is his sister who was separated when he was young.
Since that incident, he has not heard from his sister for more than ten years. Perhaps it is the best choice to let my sister stay away from me and bear the happiness of the two alone. As for myself, who bears dozens of lives, no matter what the truth of that incident is, he has already embarked on the fateful path of a murderer, and there is no turning back.
In his daydream, Qin Lun's heart suddenly moved. He spread his right hand and stared at the black oval pattern on his palm. After killing Chekhov and gaining that cool breath, the oval pattern has been throbbing regularly. That cool breath seemed to originate from the oval pattern, like blood, circulating through the whole body again and again.
Each cycle will weaken this aura, and it is now barely noticeable. However, every time this breath weakened, the fatigue and pain on his body would disappear a little bit, and new strength seemed to surge out of his body, and even the injury in his leg seemed to be improving rapidly. It seems that this cool breath is very good for him, and it is slowly strengthening his physique.
Qin Lun curiously stretched out his left thumb and stroked the oval pattern, wanting to feel the regular pulsation. But immediately his eyes widened, his heart throbbed, and a simple black tablet appeared in the depths of his consciousness, even the style was exactly the same as the "death list" where his data was stored.
With the reappearance of the "death list", the oval pattern on the palm of Qin Lun's right hand also changed, and turned into a small skull. Moreover, in the hollow eyes of the skull, two scarlet flames lighted up slightly.
"Look quickly, what's over there?" Just as Qin Lun wanted to use his consciousness to investigate the "death list", he heard the shout of a prisoner in the distance.
As soon as Qin Lun's attention was distracted, the "death list" in the depths of his consciousness quietly faded away. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked into the distance.
A black line suddenly appeared in the depths of the Gobi more than ten kilometers away from the base building. In just a few minutes, the black line turned into a dust dragon made of sand, rolling in from far to near.
"It's an indigenous creature of this world!" The disciple Hansen's expression changed, and he shouted at all the prisoners.
As a mercenary, he had already recognized that this was not a natural phenomenon, but caused by a large number of objects traveling at an extremely fast speed. For example: galloping horses, ranks of mechanical vehicles, etc.
Prisoners who were originally scattered in various places quickly ran towards the central location. At this time, whether they are willing or not, they must unite to face the next unknown fate.
When the prisoners gathered together again, the dust dragon on the opposite side seemed to be aware of their existence, turned an arc in the Gobi, and came straight towards them.
"This is... a locomotive?" When Gun Gun Chenlong approached, the prisoners were shocked to find that it was actually a convoy of dozens of locomotives, and there was an uproar.
There are all kinds of these locomotives, and there is no uniform style. Some are similar to the two-wheeled motorcycles of the old age of the earth, and there are also technologically advanced single-wheeled roller cars. There are also some crawler locomotives, and even at the end of the convoy, everyone saw a giant multi-wheeled van in the shape of a spider.
Since there are cars, are they intelligent life? The prisoners gathered together again, and the vigilance in their hearts had risen to the highest point.
"Hey!" A four-wheeled motorcycle came out of the convoy and stopped in front of the prisoners. A humanoid creature jumped out of the vehicle and walked towards them in a grand manner.
Its whole body is hidden in a hooded cloak, and a pair of thick biker sunglasses almost covers most of its face. On his back was a huge gun with a flared mouth, and two bullet belts crossed left and right on his shoulders. He swung his arms and shook them three times a step.
But, but... why... its chin barely reached everyone's calves and knees!
Looking at this domineering pocket biker boss, all the prisoners have a sense of comedy that can't be funny!