Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 40 "Why Am I Always So Smart?"

next second.

The explosion sounded without any hindrance.

The first to fall were the few survivors who strode towards them with expressions full of fear. Their bodies were blown into the air and their stumps were shot in all directions.

The fatality rate of things like grenades after exploding under human feet is nearly [-]%.

However, the explosion did not stop.

Chen Fa raised his gun, aimed at the office buildings behind the survivors, and bombarded wildly.

It didn't fry for too long.

It would be a bit unrealistic to count on a grenade gun to destroy the office building in front of him with a height of dozens of floors.

"call."

Chen Fa paused for a moment, exhaled softly, looked at the scorched office building on the side of the street in front of him, and shook his head with a slightly impatient expression.

"It's kind of annoying."

He didn't know who the person behind him was, but he probably knew the attack method of that person.

It's nothing more than sewing bombs into survivors' bodies, and then using self-destruct trucks as a means of attack.

Never showing his face, hiding at the back and tirelessly harassing him with this kind of attack.

"Oh shit."

The old sheep stared at the few broken corpses not far away and said hoarsely, "He came here again and again to provoke him. Does he feel that he is hiding in a tall building, and we have nothing to do with him?"

"I'm really in a hurry, I'll blow up your building directly."

But in fact it is.

They really didn't dare to enter the tall building in front of them, searching floor by floor for the person who might be hiding in the tall building.

All mortal bodies.

If you take a bullet, you will bleed, if you eat a bomb, you will die.

Blindly drill into a high-rise building and search floor by floor. There may be more burial points than the gravel on the ground.

at this time.

A piercing laugh came from the corpse not far away.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid that these people have bombs in their bodies?"

"I can tell you clearly that there are no bombs in these people."

"They are just a few poor survivors who are unarmed and in extreme fear, seeking refuge from you."

"Tsk tsk, look at what you have done."

"Because of your own doubts, you actually killed a few unarmed survivors. These are quite a few living lives."

"Each of them has their own family behind them."

"Just because of suspicion, you have deprived a few lives at will, tsk tsk tsk."

Lao Yang frowned, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "It's a tape recorder again? Why does this person talk so much nonsense, if you have the ability, come out and do it with real bullets?"

Then he spit thick phlegm on the ground with disgust on his face.

"Crazy, don't dare to show your face, what kind of moral kidnapping is playing for me here."

"All right."

Chen Fa didn't seem to have heard these words, he paused for a moment, walked towards the street with a cane in one hand, and said softly with a calm face.

"Let's go, don't worry about this."

"It's just a little mouse hiding its head and showing its tail. It will jump out by itself if you can't wait."

The old sheep snorted, and said a little aggrieved: "I just feel a little aggrieved. It's been two times. It's really meaningless to play with these little tricks that can't be put on the table."

"Should we wait for him a third time?"

Chen Fa shook his head lightly without looking back, the soft breeze mixed with a voice that seemed to be mumbling to himself, floated into the old sheep's ears.

"There won't be a third time."

The old sheep shrugged, and finally glanced at the corpse not far away, but didn't go to check it, but followed Chen Fa's body in big strides, and walked towards the so-called Long Shao's prison.

But Ah Huang followed silently, and the big yellow dog next to him stuck his nose on the ground and kept sniffing, not knowing what he was sniffing.

"Damn, damn it!"

In the office building on the side of the street, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the [-]th floor, a man in a black suit kept smashing the cup on the table to the ground in agitation.

Shards of glass splashed everywhere.

Deliberately suppressed screams sounded from time to time in the corners of the entire Daping floor.

After a while, the man calmed down a little.

Take a breath.

Inserting his hands into the roots of his hair, he stroked all his hair to the back of his head.

With an extremely calm expression, he stared at the retreating figures of the group of people down the street. After a long silence, he glanced at the doctor next to him who couldn't control his trembling.

"Why don't you say they didn't check those corpses?"

"Brother, I"

"Shh!"

The man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly turned to look at the doctor beside him: "My name is Xu Xiu."

"Good Brother Xiu, Brother Xiu."

The man didn't dare to look up into the eyes of the man in front of him, but just lowered his head, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, with a trembling voice.

"It could be that they don't care if they're killing a non-dangerous survivor."

"So they didn't even bother to check to see if there was actually a bomb in those bodies."

Xu Xiu nodded lightly, stared at the almost invisible corpses downstairs with a dazed expression, and murmured: "Is that so? I understand, I understand."

The next second—

I saw his fingers move slightly imperceptibly.

The corpses scattered on the street at the bottom of the building like rubbish suddenly emitted dazzling waves of flames from their abdomens, and a huge explosion suddenly sounded in the middle of the street.

The dust from many billboards around was even under the influence of the explosion, dancing like ants on a hot pot.

"In that case."

"Then we have to change the method. This trick no longer works for him."

"What else do you think I can do? I really want a machine gun that can fire bombs in that man's hand."

"Let me think, let me think."

Xu Xiu was a little manic and scratched her hair into a mess like a bird's nest. After a while, she suddenly calmed down, inserted her fingers into the roots of her hair again, and brushed her hair back.

Staring at the direction the group was heading, a trace of bloodthirsty and cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he grinned.

"I figured out a way."

"Why am I always so smart?"

"Brother Fa."

Lao Yang frowned and said in a deep voice, "Are we going to Long Shao's prison now?"

"Ah."

Chen Fa walked in the middle of the road, following the route that the boy had left for him last time.

There were basically few corpses along the way, but pools of blood that hadn't dried up were all over the ground.

Occasionally, a few monsters were jumping on the corpse and biting hard, but they were easily dealt with, and basically no large-scale monster groups were seen along the way.

It seems that most of the monsters are hiding.

"What are we going to do with him?"

After thinking for a while, the old sheep wondered, "Could it be that we want to join his sanctuary?"

(End of this chapter)