Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

There are only a few cars with keys, that is to say, only a few cars with car locks opened by serious methods.

The other cars either had their circuit boards removed, or left a series of heavy footprints and shallow ruts on the coagulated blood stains at the rear of the car, obviously being pushed to the corresponding position.

There is also one thing in common, that is, the tires of these cars have been deflated, and several high-end off-road run-flat tires have been directly removed together with the axles, turning the metal tools that are convenient for travel into thick and heavy vehicles that are difficult to move. roadblock.

Originally, I thought about pumping some oil out of the fuel tanks of those cars and going back the same way. Those corpses should have been moved to other places long ago, and taking a detour to report directly to the army's reserve should be better than continuing to report to the said West of the city with special monsters is better.

However, the people who piled up these vehicles here, no matter what the purpose is, did it very clean... Only the pungent oil smell and the mud on the fuel tank cap are left in the fuel tank. The creamy.

Turning the car around, Moze wiped off the oil stains on his hands that would affect the operation of the steering wheel with a facial tissue, and with a last bit of hope, he asked Lan Zijian who was still laughing: "Except for that small road, how can we go the fastest?" to the gas station?"

"...No, it happened to be road reconstruction recently, road closures and expansions everywhere, the alleys that used to pass cars have long been blocked." Seemingly afraid that Moze's miscalculation of the distance, Lan Zijian pointed out The wayfinding function of the GPS pointed to the sign above and reminded: "The other gas stations are still seven or eight kilometers away from us."

Pursing his lips, Moze glanced at the dashboard with the red light on all the time. The low fuel signal reminded him to find enough fuel for the car from just now.Just looking at the current situation, it seems that even such a small wish is difficult to be satisfied.

At the gas station seven or eight kilometers away, my car might have turned off halfway, and it seemed that it was still in the direction of the north of the city.

Suddenly, he regretted taking Lan Zijian and Peng Ruyun with him. If he didn't bring them, he wouldn't care about cars and gasoline now. Even if he walked, he could find a suitable hiding place safely.

At least it's more convenient than driving.

After thinking about it for a long time, Moze still didn't want to take the path blocked by the motorcycle... There was a man in a suit among those gangsters?Or a man who seems to be of high status?

Either a big boss who takes everything in black and white, or an idiot salesman who is still bewildered after being captured.

In this chaotic world, Moser thinks the former is more likely.

He was about to reverse the car back to the main road, and then go to the road at the gate of the community just now to pour the oil from other cars into his own car, but as the distance shortened, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

The intersection of this road just now was blocked by the same method. Two strong men, each holding a crowbar, damaged the tires of the car.

If you want to pass, you have to abandon your car, but in this situation, how can ordinary people dare to leave the car that is equivalent to a barrier.

Even the current Moser does not intend to give up using a car for transportation.

What's more, there are two "oil bottles".

"Get ready for battle, let's take that path, but I don't dare to confirm what will happen." Moze slapped the steering wheel vigorously and turned the front of the car to the path, and took a look at Lan, who was still out of the situation. Zijian reminded, hating iron but not steel: "Game champion! Find out what weapons are in the car! There may be an encounter later!"

"Huh?! Good! Good!" As if just woken up from sleep, trembling hands rummaged around in the passenger seat for tools that could be used as weapons, but unexpectedly found them.

The owner of the car should also be an insecure person. In the locker in front of the co-pilot, there was actually a flashlight with a dagger and a steering wheel lock that was an arm's length, barely enough for two people. self-defense weapon.

Handing the lighter flashlight to Peng Ruyun, Lan Zijian felt like a hero at this time.Holding the long steering wheel lock at a slant, he proudly said: "Later, I will let the young master show you what is called the passer-by king who has won 29 consecutive victories in free competition sword fights!"

"Is it zero death? If not, be careful! You don't want to be resurrected now!" Although he didn't want to hurt his self-confidence, Moze still reminded him calmly, and then stepped on the accelerator tightly, making the car like Seeing the bull in red cloth, he rushed straight towards the intersection.

If Zheng Yuxuan is here, he must be very excited, right?

Moze was stunned by the thought that flashed through his mind, why did he suddenly think of him?Don't know how the guy fared in the reserve.

Probably because this Lan Zijian looks too much like Zheng Yuxuan sometimes?

It was not as difficult as imagined. Under the powerful force of the machine, the three motorcycles without any support and relying on their own weight to act as a hindrance were knocked into the sky without any suspense.

He lifted himself up and took a look at the front of the car. Except that the bumper and engine cover were slightly deformed, it could still be driven.

Going straight through the relatively narrow intersection, Moze breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, a little gangster in a black vest would suddenly rush out of the building on the side of the road, holding a watermelon knife in his hand. Thinking of something, he rushed straight to the car Moze was driving.

"Everyone! Someone!" Lan Zijian hugged the lock nervously, and was ready to be thrown onto the seat by the inertia of the sudden brake, but in the next second, he admired the bloody version of the trapeze.

"Don't be stupid! I will stop because of this?" With a mocking tone, Moze has completely entered a state of irritability. At this time, let alone one person, there are more than a dozen people standing in front of the car with watermelon knives blocking the road , That's just stepping on the accelerator harder.

Blocking the roads on both sides, leaving only a small road to pass through, but only three motorcycles were placed as roadblocks. Are these punks mentally retarded or what is going on?Just now there was a single-handed person who came out to die. Could it be that this method of touching porcelain was used too much in peacetime, so that he firmly believed that a kind car owner would stop?

Brother, you have a watermelon knife!How did you survive until now with such a method of touching porcelain?

He sneered and continued to drive, but when he passed the next intersection, he pulled up the handbrake nervously, and the accelerator was released in an instant. Finally, before he was about to bump into the girl who was pushed out from the corner, he was at risk again. Dangerously stopped in front of her.

The girl whose hands and feet were bound obviously had no ability to escape. She looked at an oncoming car in horror. If her mouth hadn't been wrapped tightly with tape, she would have been terrified and shouted for help.

The moment the car stopped, Moze had already pulled out the dagger from the scabbard, nervously looked around at the various shop doors being pushed open from the inside, and sighed slightly.

"Can you save her?" Peng Ruyun nervously clutched the short spear-like flashlight in her hand, and asked Mo Ze, who was cold-blooded and heartless in her mind.

"Help! The car has stopped! You say you can't save it!" Resignedly looking up at the roof of the car for a while, Mo Ze turned his head to the outside of the car, and Chen Simeng, who understood, hid the two daggers in the dark blue In the cuffs, followed Moze to get off the station to a group of vicious men.

The first thing to do was to pull up the immobile girl on the ground, cut the rope tied to her body with a dagger, and whispered: "Go, get in the car!"

Nodding silently, the girl slipped into the car under the gaze of the man, and shrank in the back seat trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing that she was shaking violently, Peng Ruyun took the initiative to go to her side, gently hugged the girl who was obviously frightened, and softly comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all right now."

"No! No! That person! That person is a devil!" Shaking her head incoherently, the girl hugged Peng Ruyun who could give her warmth tightly in horror, and forcibly retracted her body into the petite Peng Ruyun's arms.

"Devil? They are also demons..." Peng Ruyun patted the girl's shoulder silently without knowing what to say, hoping to dispel the fear in the girl's heart with this action.

Mo Ze, who was regarded as a demon by others, was still leaning on the hood of the car with ease at this time, looking at a group of punks who seemed to be waiting for someone, and teased Chen Simeng: "Look at these cowards, why don't you just wait for me?" They only dare to talk to their boss when they come out, and they will be at the mercy of others for the rest of their lives."

"Master... You will be beaten like this." Without a doubt, Chen Simeng stated the fact in a helpless tone. Of course, it is one thing to be beaten, but another thing to be beaten. More on this later.

The unique beeping sound when the leather shoes collided with the ground made Moze whistle frivolously, showing a frivolous attitude rarely seen before, and smiled at the man in the suit with an indifferent expression: "Oh, I am The Lord is coming, I don’t know how we offended such a big gang like you, and we have to spend so much effort to block the roads on both sides, why do you insist on letting us go this way?”

"A big man, but that's not important, the important thing is..." With a captivating smile, the man extended his hand to Moze in a friendly manner. It seemed to be an invitation, but in fact he asked forcefully: "Would you like to cooperate?" Us? Or do you want to rely on the power of three little boys and two women to fight against us?"

The crisp sound of mechanical collisions made Chen Simeng look up nervously. On the balconies of the surrounding buildings, four tall and strong men with guns pointed their guns condescendingly at the parked car with mocking sneers. , the muzzles of two of the guns were aimed at Mo Ze and Chen Simeng.

Damn it, smash it, Moze regretted that he didn't bring the shotgun and pistol with him when he was in the community, but put them on the ground and were taken away by the soldiers.

If you have two pistols in your hand now, you can definitely kill those four bastards before they shoot!

There was a sense of frustration at the most critical moment of playing the game and finding that the necessary consumables in his backpack had long since disappeared. Moze covered his eyes with a wry smile, and gently held the man's hand together.

I thought Moze's wry smile was due to a helpless compromise, the man smiled even more, pretending to shake the palms of the two of them up and down, and smiled at a corner by the side of the road: "How about it? Let the car in your car Come down, let's sit down and talk?"

"No need, I'm not feeling well recently and I don't want to sit." Tightly grasping the palm of the man's hand that he wanted to take away, Moze shook his head with a charming smile on his face: "Standing and chatting! It's good!"

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Chen Simeng rushed towards a gangster holding an iron chain, snatched the metal chain that had been heated up with his hands, turned around and threw it at the man with a gun closest to him on the second floor , After hooking the gun in his hand, he threw the chain at several gangsters who rushed forward, and fired three shots in a row without aiming, corresponding to three miserable cries.

Using the dynamic vision and superhuman muscle response ability that has been solidified in the body for a long time is not the use of simulation ability. These abilities have become skills that can be used naturally.

It's as simple as blinking your eyes.