zombie frenzy

Chapter 599 The World Is Really Big
Over New York, the range from one hundred kilometers to one thousand kilometers is crowded with all kinds of satellites. On different orbits, high-definition cameras are stretched out, or various detection equipment are protruded from the sphere, constantly It emits radio waves to obtain the following information.

The satellites have different shapes, some are spherical, some are square, and some are completely alien, or only one meter in size, or a few meters in diameter, but no matter what they are, they are all stretched out on both sides The tens of meters long solar panels adjust their angles all the time to absorb the light energy projected from the starry sky.

It's just that this area is too vast, dozens of hundreds of satellites gather, and there is still a huge distance between them. As long as they walk on the predetermined orbit, there is no possibility of colliding with other stars.

Countries all over the world have perished in catastrophe, but just like the White House, countless organizations have sprung up, or the lower-level functional departments have fully inherited the rights and responsibilities of the government, and are working hard to search and rescue survivors in cities and villages. Or they were robbed of resources by organizations that popped up suddenly, but did not undertake the corresponding obligations. They just quietly developed themselves and did not do much to rescue the people.

A few months have passed, and human beings have gradually adapted to this kind of life like Xiaoqiang. Darwin's theory of evolution has been proved very well. After being infected with a small amount of the virus, the zombies were gradually torn apart and devoured after they mutated. Only those who had the courage to fight the monsters survived. Men, women, children, and children cannot be used as a criterion. The only thing is to kill the monsters in the first few days The more you kill, the faster you evolve, the higher your physique, the less you kill, the slower you can't keep up with the rhythm, and you're once again facing the crisis of being eliminated.

The Alps, beneath thick layers of snow.

In the dim conference room, one screen after another was lit up, and the people inside were watching coldly. In front of it, Burt stood in the center with an ugly expression, biting his lip slightly and saying nothing.

Behind him, a picture of Times Square in New York was projected on the screen. The time frame was fixed at the moment when the missile entered the building and exploded. Car wreckage hides.

"It's over, no one can survive such an explosion."

After a minute of silence, on the screen on the left, a guy of Germanic descent shook his head and said, "Don't say that you haven't seen the final result, let alone that you still have a chance of surviving. Believe in science, Bert, you know? ? Science, this is the answer given by more than a dozen military experts under me. Some of them have participated in the research and development of the Minuteman 1. Although none of them were equipped with nuclear warheads this time, one is enough to destroy a building. Projected down, nothing can survive."

Burt didn't make a sound, the muscles on his face twitched, his drooping fists were clenched tightly, blood dripped from the palm of his nails, dripping to the ground, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

A white-haired old man in the middle looked around and tapped on the table, "Is there anyone else to speak?"

"I hope to wait for the final result before making a judgment, Mr. Speaker," Burt said.

"You're wasting your time," a woman of Gallic descent shrieked, "I don't have the energy to play war games with you, you know? My men are busy experimenting with the effects of the fire battle."

"But..." Burt said with difficulty, "Isn't Guo and the others responsible for this style of play?"

The woman looked at him steadily, leaned back, and said softly, "But they are dead, and their death is worthless."

"Mister Speaker." On the next screen, a man reached out and pressed the headset, as if he had heard some message, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "Mr Speaker, my lords, I have received the latest images of Times Square."

As soon as the picture on the big screen turned, the freeze frame just now was replaced in an instant, and Times Square was displayed. Bert was stunned, then turned his head slowly, and looked over with the last sliver of expectation.

A few hours have passed since the explosion, a ray of dawn appeared in the sky of New York, the sky gradually brightened, and most of the original thick smoke and dust were blown away by the wind, and the picture became clearly visible. Under the high-power camera, every brick Stones are revealed.

Burt watched in despair, his body was crumbling, his face was pale and blue, and he lowered his head dejectedly.

The four buildings turned into ruins, and the bricks and stones were toppled over, covering most of the huge square. The rest of the place happened to be where the wreckage of the abandoned cars was. The area was highlighted, and several charred corpses fell between the iron bumps. One of them was so huge that Bert concluded after just a glance that it was Mark who fled there before the explosion.

"Okay, the result is out." The speaker withdrew his gaze, looked at Bert, sighed and said, "Since Bert's collaborator was defeated and Rich's collaborator won, the rights and interests of the Americas are temporarily handed over to Rich. That Guo's blood, I hope you will hand it over as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Speaker." Burt lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

The screen went dark side by side, and the man named Rich smiled proudly at Burt, "Mr. Burt, I will rush over to talk to you as soon as possible. See you later."

puff.

The last screen was turned off, and the entire conference room was pitch black. The only light was the one projected from outside the crack of the door, which was only enough to illuminate the ground.

"Fucking idiot, shit."

Bert suddenly became enraged, kicked and punched violently, making the meeting room a mess. After a long time, he stopped panting heavily. After a while, he straightened his clothes and pulled He opened the door and walked out, whispering to the subordinates waiting outside, "Clean up the inside, we are going to leave."

The dark night is composed of families, large and small, hiding behind the governments of various countries. These families are powerful and deeply affect the political arena of their respective countries. You can see their shadows behind successive governments. They have their shadows after every major event. black hands.

Just like that Gaul woman, the earliest appearance was in the French Revolution. When Louis XVI was beheaded, their patriarch sat behind the rostrum. The most terrifying thing is the speaker, the prestigious Rothschild family, well-deserved to become the speaker, no family dares to challenge his authority.

However, not all the patriarchs here are the leaders before the catastrophe. Even if these families are fully prepared, there will still be a large number of personnel losses during the catastrophe. No one can guarantee that they will not be infected by the virus and turn into zombies. , some lucky ones stood out and successfully replaced the original patriarch. After collecting resources, they rebuilt the dark night at the fastest speed, and once again controlled the entire Europe.

Bert lost the rights and interests of the Americas this time, which caused a major blow to his family that had become less powerful due to the catastrophe. Or, choose not to cooperate at the beginning, do not go to New York, and keep the capable men and electromagnetic guns.

"Is there no hope?" A strong man followed behind and said, "That guy looks very powerful, so there is no possibility of surviving?"

Someone next to him said, "Don't be stupid, missile, and it's not just one missile. Do you think he can dodge it again and again? That thing is useless against corpses that haven't assembled, but it's too powerful against humans." Awesome, damn it, why doesn’t he know how to escape?”

Burt said with a sullen face, "Stop talking about it, it's a foregone conclusion. Just now the satellite images have been sent over, and everyone has turned into coke, and they can't die anymore. Besides, it's too late even if he didn't die. , the rights and interests have been handed over to Rich, and the White House will soon receive their assistance. If this continues, it is still a good thing to die."

"That's true." The brawny man said, "Based on what those lunatics did, this time they were launching missiles. If they knew that they were not dead, I guess the nuclear bombs would be thrown out. If they died, we would only lose a little bit of resource benefits at most. Nuclear bombs are being thrown around the world, and I am afraid we will all die if we hide in Europe.”

Another person said angrily, "Damn Rich, if I knew I would have killed him secretly last time, idiot, he actually went to provoke those lunatics, I suspect he must have revealed the information to those guys in the White House, otherwise, Guo and the others It won't lose so quickly."

Bert waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop here, don't say anything, keep your eyes open, there is still a chance, when we find a new partner, we still have the possibility of a comeback, Knicks, you put away Find out the information of our recent blood owners, we should go out for a walk."

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It is not only the dark night in Europe that has satellites, on every continent, all the big and powerful countries have retained their organizational framework. After the catastrophe, they have obtained resources through various channels, and the satellites above their heads are running all the time. Those hiding in the mountains and clouds The radar scans frantically, monitoring every move on the earth.

The first missile exploded, and the whole world was shocked. The satellite moved orbit and quickly landed on the top of New York. After the big bang happened, radio waves continued to spread in the air, and those who had contact began to exchange information. Secretly hiding in the basement and analyzing the changes in the outside world.

Siberia, deep in the permafrost.

A large group of men in military uniforms stood in front of the screen, looking at the screen like statues, occasionally whispering.

The order was conveyed quickly, and some soldiers began to assemble, quickly boarded the new transport plane, and quickly moved to the distance. In the uninhabited place, the radar turned around and searched for changes in the adjacent area with all its strength. Monitoring the movement on the mainland of the United States, worried that there will be missiles attacking them.

Japan, at the foot of Mount Fuji.

In the basement, people were running around quickly, and the staff quickly manipulated the computer, simulating the battle situation over there, analyzing whether the group of lunatics might launch missiles again, and most importantly, whether they would send nuclear bombs to the whole world .

Every place became busy because of the big explosion in New York Times Square. Satellites, radars, radio waves, and high-altitude reconnaissance planes that had not been used for a long time were also dispatched. Dive into the sea.

Just one explosion and the whole world is like WW[-] is coming.

The leaders and their confidantes began to enter the underground safe haven, and various missiles opened up defensive means. They have never seen such a scene when dealing with zombies. Except for the friendly organizations that communicate with each other, the rest have all entered a state of silence. Waiting for further changes in things.

(End of this chapter)