Meiman's four-dimensional pocket

Chapter 306 Biohazard 20
The accident happened so suddenly, no one thought that it seemed to be fate, and fate always likes to joke.It seems that there is always no icing on the cake, and more fuel to the fire.

Of course, this is the case with Africans, and the fate of Europeans is always smooth.

When the car flew up, everyone realized that it was over.

Especially the two people sitting in the car, Michael who was driving and Reg who was sitting in the back seat.

The car fell down and made a loud noise, covering Reg's voice. He coughed and shouted: "Michael."

Looking left and right, I didn't see anyone, and I was very happy.

At least one other person was able to escape.

He no longer had any hope of life, because he already smelled the stench of zombies, the rotten smell of death in the cemetery, which immediately filled his nose, violently blocked his breathing passage, grabbed His throat seemed to kill him at this moment.

However, it can't just be like this.

Reg stood up, knowing the motorcycle was next to him without even turning his head, and he raised the pistol he was holding on to when he fell, and fired at the motorcycle.

The shouts of teammates behind him rang in my ears.

All he could do was relax!

Destiny came like this, and I will die eventually, brother, I'm here to find you!

In his last deep breath, he must firmly remember the taste of the world.

However, the voices of his teammates got closer and closer, the bared car stopped, and then exploded.

He opened his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief, the motorcycle exploded, and he landed beside his teammates.

Blake shouted from the side: "Regg can still move, get in the car, get in the car." He stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and the sound of gunshots from the side shook his ears.

A teammate's arm grabbed his hand, the opponent's shoulder pressed against his armpit, and he was carried away.

He saw the decoration inside the car, smelled the bloody smell on the side, and came to his senses: "What's going on?"

he asked.

However, no one could answer his question.

Because they didn't know what happened, they only knew that Reg, who was about to be thrown down by the zombie dog, suddenly flew backwards.

According to the general situation, zombie dogs will throw people down, and then eat meat. If people are not dead, they can also become zombies...

Flying backwards, there is such a miraculous thing.

But what is the situation.They can't tell clearly, and now is not the time to think about it, and it can only be attributed to the auspicious person's own celestial appearance.

The car drove into the dilapidated building, and the greeters hurriedly opened their mouths to pay attention again, and at the same time backed away, shooting at the rushing zombies.

After it was all evacuated, a bullet was fired into what had accumulated in the opening.

The red flame suddenly rose up.

The flames spread here, burning a long line along the trap they set up.

Although resources such as gunpowder are precious, people are also precious.

The car pulled up to the parking lot, and they stopped gasping for breath.

Fortunately, I survived the catastrophe again, and I can live another day.

For a while, heavy panting sounds rose and fell in the parking lot.

Then they laughed, opened the door and got out of the car.

Michael got off the motorcycle, walked to Reg's side, and he hugged Reg: "Oh, no, brother, I'm really sorry, it's all because of me that I put you in danger."

"Michael, stop talking. I'm fine, and nothing happened to you. This is the best result."

"Hey, go up, go to the medicine!"

The two laughed and followed closely.

Shuwen walked on the side and looked at them. He had an outburst of kindness, but it was also for the experiment.

In the X-Men world, he was pulled over by the gods because of interference, so what will happen in this world, and whether there will be gods pulling him over.

This world was somewhat beyond his expectations. After all, he thought it was just an ordinary world at first, but he didn't expect it to be a zombie wasteland world.

So he is also very curious, what kind of high position will exist in this world?
When they went up to the fourth floor, those who were injured went to treat their wounds, and those who didn't have to clean their bodies and replenish energy. The thrill just now really made their heat drop at a high speed.

Shuwen glanced at them, and then followed a strong man with a beard and a majestic face in Chinese characters, and walked towards the ward with a bag.

From the actions and the titles among their teammates, this person is Blake.

He walked quickly to the ward, and after walking out of the crowd and the hall, a woman followed him.

Blake said: "Monica, I brought back the request, you see, is it so?"

The two stopped at the door of the hospital, and he passed the things over. Monica caught the things, opened the bag and took out the medicines: "This is it."

Just as Monica was about to open the door, Blake grabbed her hand and asked in a low voice, "Hank...will he survive?"

Monica looked at Blake, then nodded slowly.

The two pushed the door in.

Shuwen followed in, and he looked at the person on the hospital bed, but he still didn't wake up.

Monica took the medicine and prepared it, and quickly gave Hank an injection.

She pressed cotton and whispered, "Hank, you will be out of danger, as long as you can wake up."

"You'll be fine."

Blake touched Hank's head: "Brother, you will be fine, I believe you will wake up."

Chen Xia looked at Hank. He was not a medical student and couldn't make a judgment on whether the other party would wake up.

After leaving the room, he sat down on the fourth floor and listened to these people chatting, perhaps the occasional gossip contained important information.

Well, it can be regarded as gathering information.

As the sun set, the lights lit up inside the building.

Electric light
There is still an engine here.

Although there is no way to fully light up, it is still possible to light up some places, mainly on the fourth floor, where the outer and inner defensive arteries are guarded.

In the wasteland at night, there is silence, even coldness and abyss.

What seems to be an ordinary night is actually a place that devours people. How is this not an abyss.

In the tall building, among the survivors on the fourth floor, a dozen or so people were talking, with low and suppressed laughter.

Compared with the outside, the inside is bustling but full of the tranquility of home, which is a kind of peace of mind at home.

Some people chatted around, some people played the only entertainment, playing chess, although many chess pieces were replaced by other things, but at this time there was so much so-called.

Some sat on the sofa and read the newspapers they had spent repeatedly, reading the past word by word.Shuwen sat on the side and read with the other party, which he only discovered before.

Shuwen captured the contents of the newspaper, and finally he saw the key words he needed... He can judge where the world is now.

Raccoon City, Umbrella, Resident Evil.

(End of this chapter)