zombie frenzy

Chapter 591 They Are Dead

Although the Internet has disappeared, Columbia University's supercomputer still stores a large amount of data. Just related to the White House in Washington, there are as many as several T. The retrieved directory alone can make people dizzy. .

Guo Fei showed the energy he had when he was studying, and lay down in front of the screen, flipping through it non-stop, scribbling and drawing on the notebook next to him, and jotting down a lot of information.

The route in and out of the city needs him to study again and again. After all, they only have one satellite, and they are still hanging over New York City. There is no extra time to detect Washington, so for the time being, all this can only be done on paper. Estimate the density of the corpse group based on the flow of people in the surrounding houses.

The information of the White House was dug out, there is an open house every week, every brick and every wall is placed under flashing lights, there is no privacy at all, the passage leading to the basement has long been ripped out, even the lawn The hidden air ducts in the house have been marked.

"Are you going to kill tomorrow?" Amy asked murderously after she came down from upstairs.

The explosion just now frightened the little girl half to death, she fell down and her clothes were torn, which made her feel extremely humiliated. If it wasn't for the darkening sky, she would have encouraged Guo to set off now, taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to fight He was caught off guard.

"Tomorrow." Guo Fei responded, "Everyone have a good night's rest, tomorrow we will kill him and see if he still pretends to be president."

Lawrence waved his arms excitedly, "Take me, I've wanted to go to the White House for a long time, Amy, I remember you took a camera there, take it out and charge it."

Alice said next to her, "What's there to shoot at the White House? We're going to fight, you know? We're not going on a spring outing with you."

"It's all the same, it's all the same." Lawrence said with a chuckle, "Beating them is like going on a spring outing, so don't be so nervous."

Miya walked behind Guo Fei, stretched out her hand to gently pinch his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going tomorrow? Do you want to make more preparations? It's still in the hands of zombies over there. Bring more people."

"Who's staying?" Bonnie asked.

In an instant, all the people present cast eager gazes. Guo Fei, who was lying in front of the screen analyzing the situation in Washington, froze, turned his head slowly, looked at his companions around, and said with a wry smile, "Don't you all Want to go?"

"Of course, I've been running around here in New York all the time, and I've wanted to go outside for a long time," Mark said.

Guo Fei thought for a while, "Larry, let's decide. People definitely can't finish walking. People need to guard here. Don't go out for a while. It would be a big joke to go back to the lair and disappear."

"The command vehicle will follow." Larry said, "Don't worry, although the distance is farther away, the one below has been modified and can already connect to the satellite. No matter how far away, everyone can get in touch. "

"Okay, you arrange it." Guo Fei said no more, waved his hand, and said with a smile, "Stop looking at me, and find Larry quickly, otherwise there will be no quota."

A group of people seemed to be on a spring outing, frolicking, vying for the place to go to Washington to take revenge. As for that side, although the zombies still occupied most of the city, their strength increased greatly, and they successfully drove away the corpses and took back New York. But none of the people are afraid or worried.

As the sky darkened, the car that fled the city roared and turned back, laughing awkwardly at the survivors who did not leave, and unloading their luggage from the car.

Times Square was brightly lit. The soldiers learned that tomorrow they would go to Washington to deal with those lunatics. They screamed, just like the second floor, scrambling to sign up. Those survivors could only watch with envy. Even if they wanted to To join, because there is no evolution, and the strength is not enough, I can only watch with greedy eyes and itchy teeth with anger. I look forward to Guo Fei's second evolutionary journey more than ever.

The surrounding radars are overloaded all the time. Although the missiles did not strike again, who can guarantee that the group of lunatics will not attack at night.

The soldiers were divided into three squads, one group went to Washington with Guo Fei and the others the next day, and rested early, and the other two groups took turns guarding the roof.

The huge heavy machine gun array has been installed, but it has not been tested in practice, and it cannot be guaranteed that it can operate normally when the missile strikes, so Eugene has arranged manpower. If there is a problem, there will be someone who can take it up at any time, although the number will be smaller. , but it is much stronger than being unprepared.

The number of guards around has doubled compared to usual, and they are alert to possible sneak attacks. At the same time, in some dark places, secret sentries are hiding inside, and with the help of ubiquitous cameras, Times Square is completely defended. Flies flying in will also be exposed under their eyelids.

As the night deepened, the lights in the square dimmed a lot, and the noise of the noise gradually disappeared. Except for those on duty, the rest of the people had already begun to rest. After chatting all night about the topic of attacking Washington, they also Started to lose interest.

……

When it was just getting dark, several heavy cars rushed out from the wall of the White House, quickly crashed into a group of zombies, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Bulletproof Cadillac SUVs, favorites of the Secret Service, are still maintained as if they were new even months after the catastrophe, with not a speck of dust in sight.

The driver of the car still wears sunglasses, suits and leather shoes at night, and a large muscle bulge can be seen under the shirt. However, after the catastrophe, this body shape has become the most common expression. It used to make people scream, but now Not even interested in taking a second look.

There is only such a special agent driving in each car. Although they have not been able to recover Washington, these days are not in vain. The satellites above their heads have already clearly marked the scale and density of the surrounding corpses, just like Rockefeller Just like going out of the city to New York, they simply followed the route provided by the command center on the screen, and easily rushed out of the dense shadows.

Inheriting all the resources of the government, the number of satellites is terribly large, and they were detected one by one overhead, sweeping the distance between Washington DC and New York clearly, without even a single blind spot.

The heavy Cadillac was running wildly on the street, and occasionally a few cars blocking the road were knocked apart by them, and rolled out into parts all over the place.

The basement of the White House was brightly lit, and a group of people looked at the screen in front of them with grim faces, tapping their fingers rapidly, and the picture kept changing.

The bricks and tiles of Times Square were clearly displayed in front of their eyes, and the extremely rough heavy machine gun position on the roof was ridiculed by them from the very beginning.

If it wasn't for saving missiles, the building over there would have been submerged by the missile group long after it escaped the first wave of single missile attack.

A few guys in general uniforms stood straight in front of the screen, but their faces were too young to be believed. Normally, at this age, they were at most majors and lieutenant colonels. That's it. They are already the elites among the elites, and they are definitely promoted by relying on their illustrious military exploits.

A little further back, five or six guys in suits and leather shoes were talking in low voices, pointing here and saying a few words from time to time, while the admiral here seemed to obey the command, and quickly moved the screen according to the instructions here .

"How's it going in Philadelphia?" asked the white man sitting in the middle.

The man in the uniform of an army general turned around and said, "Your Excellency, everything is ready."

"How soon will the convoy be there?" the President asked.

The admiral looked at the screen over there, "There is still a distance of [-] kilometers. If there is no accident, we can act now."

"Let's get started." The president said lightly.

In the wilderness, in a place that no one knows, in an area separated by barbed wire, the heavy iron gate on the ground was moved away, and the missile rack was slowly raised. When it was fully in place, the engine roared without any manual operation. , a large group of flames sprayed out, and the missile quickly flew into the sky.

Three missiles flew up from the ground and flew towards the same target from several different places, drawing long arcs of light in the dark sky.

On the big screen, the numbers were scrolling rapidly, and the missiles flew into the distance like flying. The satellite above the head was always monitoring and marking the route it passed.

Philadelphia, surrounded by darkness, zombies still rule here.

Occasionally, a few survivors took advantage of the night to walk quietly on the streets, looking for food resources.

Above the head, bright lights appeared, and the sound of howling could be faintly heard. The walking survivors raised their heads in surprise, and looked at the missiles that were getting closer and closer in disbelief.

"God, are my eyes blurred?"

"What is this for? Anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes?"

"Where is the madness? What is he going to do?"

"Damn it, run."

The figures of the survivors on the street moved quickly and scattered. In the basement of the White House, the generals smiled and watched the images captured by the satellites, and quietly watched the beating numbers on the big screen return to zero.

White light suddenly occupied three screens, and on the largest screen, three flames lit up in the pitch-black Philadelphia, brightly reflecting the entire city.

"Get them up to speed," the president said.

"Yes." The general nodded and quickly conveyed the president's order.

Above the wilderness, several Cadillacs roared and rushed into the city quickly. The sound of the engines became louder than ever before, and the lights illuminated the zombies in front of them, knocking away those monsters who were nearly blinded by the sudden strong light. .

The satellites are constantly monitoring Philadelphia. On the screens of these Cadillacs, red trajectories are marked, and even their speed of action is regulated. You only need to strictly follow the instructions to turn the steering wheel and step on the accelerator to complete the task.

Rumble.

The sound of the explosion has not completely disappeared, the flames are soaring into the sky, and the corpses in the city are startled, screaming and rushing towards the explosion site frantically.

The Cadillac smashed into the zombies, roaring, attracting the corpses with sound and light, passed around the flames, interspersed left and right in the city, constantly attracting monsters, until countless monsters gathered behind them Finally, they honked their horns frantically, and rushed into the wilderness without looking back.

"Crazy, where are they going to take the zombies?"

"They are definitely heroes, they are too powerful, and such tricks can also be thought of."

"Damn it, don't come back after you leave."

The survivors in Philadelphia were all startled, and they walked out of their hiding places, looking at the corpses in the distance, a little unaccustomed to the sudden absence of zombies around them.

Several Cadillacs crossed the wilderness, the engine roared, and the horn music kept ringing, attracting more than 20 monsters to follow behind them.

The whole wilderness was awakened, the ground was trampled and shaken by countless pairs of running feet, and the mass of black corpses was displayed on the big screen of the White House. The general president gasped.

"Your Excellency, I can assure you that they are dead."

(End of this chapter)