He Zizhong closed his eyes and "looked" with the eyes of the dumplings floating around. The army of zombies that could be drawn nearby could already vaguely see their tails. The dense zombies in the residential area were not there. Being motivated, it is estimated that everyone can finally breathe a sigh of relief before nightfall tonight.
Fang Hao took the food and hot soup he had just received to the highest floor currently being attacked by everyone, and walked to He Zizhong's side: "Let's eat." As he spoke, he quietly put things and food in the space. make a replacement.
He Zizhong just rested this time, took the food and sat by the wall with Fang Hao to prepare for dinner.
He whispered to Fang Hao what he had just "seen" through the dumpling, and Fang Hao also laughed in relief: "I can finally go out." Although now fighting zombies like this is very efficient and very effective It's safe, but for a power user like Fang Hao, this kind of defense is completely useless for him, and it will definitely feel suffocating for a long time.
He Zizhong smiled and took a sip from the jar containing the soup. It was the old hen soup that Fang Hao had sneaked into the space for the past two days. Eighty-eight, as soon as he got the kung fu, Fang Hao immediately found an opportunity to get into the space to kill two hens, took out a pile of stick bones that he had saved before, and stewed a large pot of broth and packed them in different categories.
I looked at the food that Fang Haose returned to the space and the logistics department made today. It was actually pretty good. There was food and vegetables, but there was no meat.
Of course, the rice is still multigrain cakes, and these cakes have become harder and harder now that they have been away from the base for so long. I don't know who was defending that day and accidentally dropped a pancake from the window, which happened to hit the face of a zombie. The floor that the person was standing on was a bit high, and the zombie just happened to be a first-level zombie, and he raised his head again. He opened his mouth and looked up, but when he went down, he smashed the zombie's chin off! Shocked the eyes of a group of people - this thing turned out to be a murder weapon! !
As for the dish - today's dish is pickled cucumber strips.
There are plant-based power users in the team, and there are several vegetable seeds that were applied for before this mission. These things were originally kept in the hands of space-based power users that Yan Xin trusted. There were pickles brought from the base in the front of the team, so we didn't need vegetable seeds. After the pickles were eaten in the past two days, everyone could eat meals made from fresh vegetables.
Although the reincarnation team has plant seeds, and now they also have plant-type abilities, their seeds are basically all kinds of food, and the vegetables are only carrots, white radishes, green radishes and garlic seeds (the last time they went to get the seeds a little bit. Back, I got all kinds of radishes and seeds from various high-yield grain showcases), now that I have the opportunity to grow these plants, I deliberately asked Yan Xin for a few seeds when saving the seeds, and stuffed them into Chen Ning’s space middle.
Yan Xin is not as strict as the management of these seeds in the base, not to mention that the Samsara team is very powerful now, and he is more interested in attracting them. Of course, he doesn't care about these seeds - just leave the seeds for the team to use later.
So the Samsara team finally got the seeds of spinach and cucumber. These two are good things. As long as they don't mutate, they are absolutely rich in nutrients!
The soup made by the team in the past two days is spinach soup. Although there are no shrimp skins, eggs, etc. to be seasoned, everyone can drink spinach soup and supplement vitamins on this day. Everyone is very satisfied.
The two were sitting in the corner. Everyone was very tired at the moment, and they were too lazy to make do with others during the meal. Fang Hao just took the opportunity to take out two sets of small cloth bags with meat and vegetables wrapped in flatbreads and handed them to He Zizhong, rushing to him. Squeeze his eyes and let him eat quickly—the red bean cake made by himself tastes good, but no matter how delicious something is eaten every day, it will kill you if you eat it for a long time...
He Zizhong can use the group to see the situation of the zombies, and he can also use the wind power to detect the situation outside. Yan Xin had to rely on Jiang Feng's ability to help him judge the situation outside. Jiang Feng also recognized that the end of the zombie attack was coming to an end, which made everyone in the temporary conference room relieved - although everyone I came in to fight zombies, but no one has been able to rest for three consecutive days. Even the melee-type ability users have to be busy, not to mention the main players who are long-range and responsible for attacking
"Okay, everyone will sleep more tonight, and arrange for the person on duty at night." Yan Xin rubbed his temples tiredly. How many days has it been? He hasn't slept well for a few days since he left the base. Although the conditions in the command car were not bad at first, there was another Wu Geng in the car who would get windy at some point.
Only three hours after the meeting, apart from the scattered zombies, the last of the zombie army also fell into the fire that had just ignited.
Up and down the office building couldn't help but let out low-pitched cheers—don't dare to shout loudly, what if more people came over
Except for the person who was assigned to be on duty, all the rest were sleeping with their heads covered. Even Lotte was the same, swaying with some sore shoulders and slowly walked to the place where he usually rested. Before he got there, he was hugged by someone. , was so frightened that he almost punched the man, and when he raised his hand, he was held down. He turned his head and looked - Oh, Guo Bing, sleep.
Guo Bing watched with tears and laughter as Lotte almost threw himself a punch, and then leaned into his arms and fell asleep with a blink of an eye. He had no interest in kissing me at all, so he could only lie down with a sullen face in his arms. In the nest you just laid.
On the seventh floor, only Yan Xin was left in the meeting room that was full just now. The door opened and Yin Dong walked in: "Going to pick up something tomorrow?"
"Well, tomorrow... noon." The location they chose was just close to their target location this time. They were in the office building of a certain bank, and the bank's business hall was on the diagonal corner of the street. Silver and other things are in the basement of that bank. In addition, there are two large shopping malls and a gold shop nearby, all of which are next to the county police station compound—a very safe place in the last world.
"Are you still going to go deep into the city to fight zombies?" Yin Dong walked up to him and pushed his glasses, "According to Jiang Feng's detection, the number of zombies there is probably more than the number we killed in the past three days. many."
Yan Xin slowly let out a breath, raised his arms around Yin Dong's lean waist, and put his head on his abdomen: "At least a dozen more fights, some second-level power users have reached the critical point of upgrading, But the types of third-level crystal nuclei collected are not complete." Few people can be as lucky as Samsara, or very few people can get the crystal cores of various third-level zombies from so long ago like Samsara. .
"Then you have to pay attention, you must not cite too much. If you hit a few, you must close it as soon as you see it, otherwise the whole team will probably be folded here." As he spoke, Yin Dong touched Yan Xin's cheek with his hand. Neck, down his neckline...
Suddenly, Yin Dong's hand was held down, and Yan Xin's voice didn't seem to be able to hear any fluctuation: "If I remember correctly, you were on top of the base for the last time before leaving the base, this time it's up to me."
Yin Dong's expression froze, and he subconsciously raised his hand to push his glasses, but when he reached halfway, someone took off his glasses: "Are you sure you want to be here? Aren't you afraid that your subordinates will come to you?"
"I've lived here for the past two days, and the other rooms have not been cleaned up, or do you want to go to the public hall below?" Yan Xin stood up and stretched his hand to his neckline, "I thought the public performance was from your previous employer. Hobby."
"Has he never performed sleeping with someone in public, or have you seen it?" Yin Dong still had a face, as if he didn't care about Yan Xin's molestation at all.
Yan Xin bent down, leaned on his neck and took a bite: "Mental powers are so annoying when they talk? It's much more choking than your words before the apocalypse."
On the sixth floor, after He Zizhong and Fang Hao had eaten and heard that they could rest, they immediately pulled the quilt open in the corner, wrapped them around their bodies and leaned against each other to go to sleep.
All floors and rooms of the building, except for the defenders, have all entered the rest mode. Except for some people who need to go downstairs to pick up the crystal cores that have fallen outside, all those with partners are relying on their partners at this time. Together, enjoy this rare peace - most people do not have the strength to do certain sports.
In the early morning of the next day, the logistics department had picked up and divided all the crystal cores scattered on the ground outside overnight. It's just that the Minister of Logistics kept his head down when he was delivering things to Yan Xin this morning. Even if he raised his head, he only dared to sneak a glance at him, like a thief.
It seems that because of a good night's rest, Yan Xin was in a particularly good mood today and didn't notice the face of the man, and asked him to divide things among the responsible persons in proportion.
There are still occasional sounds of killing zombies from downstairs. These are all scattered around this morning. Even if there are third-level zombies, the staff on duty can handle it.
The person in charge shook off a sweat and turned to go out to allocate crystal cores—in fact, these things were counted last night, but he went up to the seventh floor and heard a thought-provoking voice at the door of the conference room... As a For a normal man who has not driven meat for a long time, the movement is really unbearable, and what makes him even more curious is - who is the other one in the room? The moaning movement was obviously not from the boss, and it was very tempting. He almost rolled down the stairs with only one sound, and even his bones were crisp, and finally he didn't dare to disturb the good deeds of the boss.
It's a pity that the mysterious old lady didn't show up in the end. The person in charge swept his team members n*n times, and found no suspicious person, so he could only temporarily leave it aside.