"Brother Rong," Sinan whispered.
Four special forces lined up, bowed their bodies and lightly walked along the rails to the platform. Zhou Rong responded in a low voice at the front of the team: "What?"
"Yan Hao why he..."
Sinan was a little reluctant to speak, and Zhou Rong stuck his head out. There are more than a dozen zombies wandering on the spacious platform, which is very rotten. There is an elevator 40 meters away that leads to the exit on the upper floor, which has been suspended.
Zhou Rong quickly calculated the distance and time, adjusted the submachine gun to single-shot mode, and said softly while aiming: "You saved everyone, and saved Yan Hao's life on the rooftop of the mall..."
A few whizzes of the muffler sounded, and all the zombies by the elevator were shot and fell to the ground dully.
"It's right that he appreciates you." Zhou Rong raised his submachine gun, beckoned for safety, and jumped onto the platform first.
Several people swept across the platform like ghosts, stepped over the zombies who died twice, and rolled up the elevator like the wind.
The uniformed ticket inspector in front of the exit gate had turned into a zombie, with his back to the elevator, making a low ho ho sound. A few people crossed it and glanced out. Outside the gate was the station hall, crowded with hundreds of living dead, dangling aimlessly in the dark and spacious space.
The oxygen content is low, the airflow is blocked, and the zombies have not found a few more living people here.
But there is no doubt that once it is discovered, this place will immediately become a hell field where the zombie mountain tsunami rushes.
"I feel that Yan Hao still has feelings for you, Brother Rong." Si Nan was close behind Zhou Rong, he almost bit his ear when he spoke, and asked, "How did you meet?"
Zhou Rong stared at the station hall with all his attention, but did not notice the abnormality of the previous sentence: "I was sent to 118 to replace their captain who died in the line of duty, and I met everyone including Yan Hao. Fuck, why are there so many zombies here."
"Let go?"
"Um."
"How about that?"
Zhou Rong felt the warm air squirting against his ears, his cheek muscles tensed unconsciously, and asked, "When did you talk so much to my brother, Comrade Xiaosi? We are still two cars away from our destination in West B District. Ten minutes, how can I go this way…”
"Let's talk," Sinan said.
"...I was originally in charge of guarding the state guests." Zhou Rong said helplessly: "Comrade Xiaosi, although I welcome you to be closer, but under the close attention of hundreds of zombie friends, I really have no courage. If you don't go out, let's find out. No one's place, guaranteed to give you a good user experience... ”
The ticket inspector zombie seemed to have found something, and slowly turned back to the highly corrupt face.
In an instant, there was a crisp sound, and Sinan made a lightning strike, twisting the zombie's cervical vertebrae 180 degrees.
"What experience?" Sinan asked casually while holding the zombie's body to make it lie down silently.
"..." Zhou Rong said sincerely: "It's nothing."
"So why are we staying here," Sinan asked, "can't we walk from above?"
Everyone looked up in unison. In the dark shadows above the underground space, several rows of thick cable pipes and ventilation pipes were intricately connected, passing through the station hall and extending into the distance.
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A few minutes later, on the ceiling, Chuncao was the first, Sinan was the second, Zhou Rong was the third, and Zhang Yingjie was the fourth-group arranged by body size, squeezed into the narrow gap between the cable and the ventilation pipe, and crawled forward holding the pipe wall.
Below them is a water-tight hall. As long as one hand slips and falls, hundreds of unconscious zombies will be awakened in an instant.
"Yingjie, you've actually gained weight," Zhou Rong gritted his teeth and crawled through a particularly narrow gap, groaning with difficulty.
Zhang Yingjie was out of breath: "It's you who lost weight... Brother Rong... ah!"
Zhang Yingjie rubbed his head all over his face with ashes, and finally squeezed through the gap where the two cable tubes almost fit together.
"One hundred meters further in this direction is a dedicated fire lane. After I arrive, I will jump down and blast the safety gate, and you will cover with fire." Chuncao tightly hugged the ventilation pipe and squirmed forward: "Everyone, hold on, the number of zombies ahead is estimated..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yingjie tried his best to move forward at the corner. With the tactical bag on his back, he rubbed the steel hoop that fixed the cable on the ceiling, and a sharp steel fracture somewhere quietly cut the left side of the bag.
The tactical bag tilted to the right and hit the ventilation duct below.
Boom - when!
The impact was infinitely amplified by the hollow pipe, and the zombies raised their heads collectively, and then issued a thirsty roar!
The 40kg tactical bag was hooked only by his right shoulder, and the gravity pulled Zhang Yingjie to the right and slipped down instantly.
Zhou Rong shouted, "Yingjie!"
With a bang, Zhou Rong grabbed Zhang Yingjie's backpack strap and lifted him and his equipment into the air with one hand!
Chuncao lost his voice: "Brother Rong!"
Fortunately, this was at a 90-degree corner, otherwise Zhou Rong would not have been able to reach Zhang Yingjie behind him. At this moment, he had been torn to pieces by hundreds of zombies swarming in.
Even so, the unimaginable falling force almost took Zhou Rong out. At the critical moment, he clenched his teeth and hugged the ventilation pipe, and his feet were deadly entangled in the pipe, and he almost stopped his fall.
Chuncao shouted: "Yingjie, hurry up! Climb up!"
The zombies in the hall screamed and stretched out their hands desperately. Zhang Yingjie was suspended in mid-air, the toes and the zombie's nails were only a few centimeters apart. No matter how he went up, he couldn't reach the ventilation pipe, and he came down in cold sweat: "No... I can't do it, I..."
At this moment, the sound of "stab--" was particularly sharp in the endless screams of the zombies, which made everyone's nerves suddenly tense: Zhou Rong's field coat could not withstand such a pulling force, and it burst from the shoulders and back!
Zhang Yingjie roared, "Brother Rong, let me go!"
Zhou Rong gritted his teeth, his arms trembled violently.
"Hurry up, Brother Rong!" Zhang Yingjie watched Zhou Rong's body leaning down a little bit, his eyes were cracked: "Let me go!"
Sinan raised his gun to aim and shouted, "Jump!"
The 89-type heavy machine gun spit out flames, and the bullets swept a circle of zombies flying around!
This is simply fighting for your life. Several people jumped from a height at the same time, and more zombies rushed up when they landed, and they were hit by the submachine guns of Zhou Rong and Zhang Yingjie, their brains flying!
"Run!" Sinan yelled, the second bullet passed through the 100-meter space and smashed the fire escape safety door!
The four of them ran wildly amid the zombie tide. Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie took the lead. Behind Zhou Rongdian, they relied on the firepower to suppress the bloody and muddy road. The bullet casings drew countless arcs like fireworks.
In the chaos, everyone felt that the zombie body hit their chest, limbs, and shoulders, but they had no time to check whether they were bitten or not. They could only pour bullets around frantically. Fly backwards!
The end of the blink of an eye in just 100 meters, Sinan shouted sharply: "Get out of the way—"
Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie cooperated tacitly, turning sharply to the left and right at the same time, and the submachine gun bullets fired without interruption swept out the horizontal fan.
At the same time, Sinan held eight or nine styles, the bullet belt was like a giant python flying in the sky, and the heavy firepower tore the zombie tide in front of the security door abruptly!
Zhang Yingjie roared: "You go! My queen!"
Sinan grabbed Zhou Rong's back and dragged him to Zhang Yingjie with a force like iron pincers: "Don't be long-winded, run!"
Zhou Rong staggered back, was pulled by Zhang Yingjie and Chuncao at the same time, almost leaped out of the hall, and rushed into the fire escape.
It only took two seconds from their sprint to the landing—but within these two seconds, the zombies that had lost their firepower swarmed up, engulfing the solitary latter in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Rong turned his head sharply: "Si Nan!!"
The roar was a bit heart-rending, he broke free from the spring grass and ran back desperately!
Chuncao and Zhang Yingjie flew out at the same time and hugged him from behind.
At this moment, a burst of machine guns suddenly fired, and the zombies in the hall flew to all directions at the same time, their severed heads and limbs fell from the sky, and a thin figure rose from the ground—
Sinan stepped on top of almost all the zombies, and he carried 50 kilograms of equipment on his back, but every vertical leap was lightning-quick, and he rushed into the safety door in an instant!
"What are you doing?!" Sinan roared, his face covered in the blood of zombies.
Zhou Rong was stunned, and immediately rushed upstairs: "Don't let them catch up, run!"
The zombies in the hall were dazed for a moment, then rediscovered the target, staggered and chased through the security door, and launched a chase in the dark fire corridor.
There are six stairs connecting each floor of the shelter, and the four people's ordnance combined weighs 200 kilograms, but the speed of going upstairs is like a 100-meter race, and the zombies with stiff knees were quickly thrown away.
Zhou Rong took out the electronic identification card from the inner pocket of his chest while running, and stopped to brush it every time he passed the security door, but none of the doors could be opened. Chuncao was furious: "What's the matter, has the emergency power supply stopped, or is the central computer malfunctioning?!"
"Insufficient power supply! All access controls are closed!" Zhang Yingjie shouted, turning around and shooting, knocking the zombies who were chasing him downstairs.
Sinan squeezed Zhou Rong away, raising a crane gun to blast the door, but Zhou Rong grabbed the barrel of the gun with his bare hands: "Wait, there is a shuttle bus in the top square, come with me!"
They are now in the central transportation hub area. At least tens of thousands of people were crowded when the virus broke out. With all the light rails out of service, the possibility of killing the tens of thousands of zombies to reach West B district is close to zero. By means of transportation.
Zhou Rong rushed upstairs first, and at the moment when he settled down, there was a loud noise from above his head—Boom!
The ground shook, the ash fell from the walls, and there was a closer sound—Boom! !
Zhang Yingjie staggered on the soles of his feet, and a shuttle of bullets swept across the ceiling in an instant.
Both Sinan and Chuncao stopped. At this moment, Zhou Rong was like a giant bird in the sky, grabbing the upper escalator and jumping down.
He didn't even fight when he landed, got up and wrapped Sinan, and rushed downstairs: "All turn back!!"
Chuncao: "What's going on?!"
Zhou Rong: "gorilla!!"
The wild roar of the beast sounded almost above their heads.
The upper stairs were torn apart, and shards of cement smashed the heads of the four special forces all over their bodies. In the green background of the night vision goggles, a three-meter-tall zombie gorilla stuck its head out of the darkness, blood dripping from its fangs, rolled its cloudy eyes, and stared at them.