infinite boiling

Chapter 24
All the streets that Tang Zheng saw were full of zombies, at least tens of thousands of them. They were wandering aimlessly at the moment, waiting for their prey, even if he had already killed more than 30 of them with his own hands. Zombies, but sitting on the wall and looking at so many ugly guys covered in blood stains, he still shuddered. The most important thing was that he couldn't find a way to escape.

Tang Zheng understood that it was impossible to keep guarding the Oasis Hotel, and he had to arrange a way to retreat, but these impenetrable zombies surrounding the hotel made him unable to do anything. He really didn't expect that the enthusiasm of the American citizens was also quite large. Originally wanted to call more Los Angeles police to 'send' weapons, but now, the police did come, but the sensation caused by the huge police force dispatch attracted more onlookers, and Tang Zheng even saw a There are several TV station interview cars in the distance, and the red wavy CNN logo printed on the body of one is particularly eye-catching. It is not easy for these reporters to work together. In order to compete for first-hand interview reports, most of them rely on the hospital The wall is very close, and it seems that only in this way can the audience watching the live TV broadcast feel that they are professional enough and the report is more authentic.

However, those beautiful female reporters wearing OL uniforms have turned into zombies at this moment, holding the microphone cord in their hands, wandering around, sometimes they will hit the police car, but they will not hide immediately until the bang bang bang After a few hard bumps, it was really impossible to walk before turning around and changing the direction of wandering.

"Huh? Won't the noise made by the zombies attract other zombies?" Tang Zheng noticed this episode, and quickly turned his head to look for similar examples.

There are many zombies on the street, but apart from the sound of footsteps dragged by the soles of their shoes against the road, it is unusually quiet. After all, they do not speak or breathe, and besides noises such as car horns and engines, it is estimated that the streets are The volume is only thirty decibels.

Occasionally, some zombies would make some loud noises, such as hitting electric poles and smashing the windows of shops on both sides of the street, but the zombies did not respond and continued to wander around independently.

Tang Zheng jumped down, found a few stones, returned to the wall, and threw them with all his might.

Da da da, the stone hit the road and rolled out, making little noise, but the nearby zombies turned their heads, as if looking for support, and lost interest when they saw it was a stone.

Tang Zheng changed his position and threw another stone with a loud crash. This time the stone smashed through the glass and fell into a street shop 70 meters away.

The zombies near the store were startled, and they jogged over immediately, and jumped in. Seeing this situation, Tang Zheng got the hang of it, but he had to prepare some tools, so he jumped off the wall and headed towards the left side of the backyard. A row of bungalows walked past. This is the warehouse of the Oasis Hotel. Through the glass windows, you can see that various sundries are stored inside.

The warehouse door was unlocked, leaving only a small gap. Tang Zheng estimated that there might be someone inside, so he held a Remington M870 in his right hand, and pulled the edge of the left door with his left hand. He stepped back slowly and opened the warehouse door.

Sure enough, there were three ordinary zombies inside. Hearing the noise here, he ran out, but Tang Zheng didn't feel pressured. Instead, he held guns in both hands, and calmly waited for the zombies to pounce five meters in front of him before pulling the trigger.

Bang, accompanied by the dazzling muzzle flame, a half-destroyed zombie flew upside down. Tang Zheng pulled the handle forcefully with his left hand, loaded the bullet with a click, and fired again. In the crisp copper sound of the shell, there was another zombie that was blown away. However, due to the close distance, Tang Zheng did not miss the target, but the third zombie had already rushed in front of him.

Facing the zombie's hands grabbing his cheek, Tang Zheng remained calm. After loading the gun, he directly put the barrel of the gun into the zombie's angry mouth. Due to the excessive force, several bloody teeth immediately flew into the air.

"Goodbye!" Tang Zheng showed a regretful expression, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, half of the zombie's head was blown away, and white brains and red blood spilled out like splashing water, splashing everywhere.

"Call work." Refilling the Remington magazine, Tang Zheng began to carry those one-meter-wide wooden boxes, which seemed to be filled with porcelain, but regardless of his business, all he needed was to build a box that could be conveniently Climb the box stairs on top of the wall.

There were a lot of boxes. To be safe, Tang Zheng built five stairs around the courtyard wall before giving up. Then he began to look for other useful tools in the warehouse. He took out a three-meter-long metal water pipe from the corner pile, and then Opening the travel bag, he took out the extremely powerful straight survival knife he got from the security room, wrapped a roll of transparent wide tape tightly around the top of the metal water pipe, and made a long gun.

He also found several ropes. Tang Zheng tied the ends of the ropes into knots, connected them together, coiled them in a circle, hung them on his shoulders, and left the warehouse.

Stepping on the box stairs, hiding behind the wall, Tang Zheng only showed half of his head, observing if there is a place suitable for setting traps, the number of zombies is relatively small, even if the trap fails to alarm them, he must ensure that he does not Besieged, and the prey must be valuable, preferably those police zombies with MP5 submachine guns or M4A1 carbines. Of course, only one pistol is better than nothing.

"Don't catch those zombies wearing thick fire suits, it's too much effort to kill them." Tang Zheng muttered, choosing the zombies on the west side of the courtyard wall, probably to protect the TV station staff. The police equipment here is generally good, and it is closer to the backyard.

Tie a bowl-thick knot at the end of the rope, then pass the whole rope through to form a circle, and a simple lasso is made. Tang Zheng flicks it a few times like a western cowboy, and prepares to throw it into the On the opposite street, it was a pity that it failed, because without practice, the circle of the lasso could not be turned at all, let alone thrown out.

But stupid people have a stupid way. Tang Zheng wrapped the Ontario [-] chop around the end of the noose with transparent tape, like a sinking object in a fishing net, and then threw it out forcefully. He didn't dare to look at the landing point, but quickly He lowered his head and hid behind the courtyard wall.

Eighteen chops slammed into the street with a bang, and the zombies immediately turned their heads away. After finding no trace of humans, they continued to wander.

"It seems feasible." Tang Zheng squatted on the box stairs, observing the effect of the trap with only two eyes exposed. After confirming that it would not attract groups of zombies, what he had to do now was how to get one of them into the noose , pull over.

At a distance of nearly 100 meters, even Tang Zheng, with his strength strengthened by the golden seeds, would not be able to throw the rope and lasso, at most 50 meters.

"Could it be the same as fishing, putting down the lasso and waiting for the zombies to come nearby to take the bait? Then you have to wait until the year of the monkey." After all, the wandering of zombies is irregular. Tang Zheng complained and began to worry again. He leaned on the courtyard wall, looked at the zombies, and tried to find a solution.

It's not that Tang Zheng never thought of making some noise to attract those zombies, and then taking advantage of the three-meter-high wall to stab them to death one by one with a spear, but he quickly rejected this proposal. Ordinary zombies did jump. Can't come up, but what about special infected people?There are tens of thousands of zombies on the street, and the probability of a few special infected people is too high. The wall is not a problem for them. Tang Zheng doesn't want to make fun of his life.

PS: Thanks to Shuiwushen Mofeng, Shenyuzhe, and Huaxingdan for their rewards!

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