zombie frenzy

Chapter 621 Eight Zeros

A black wave surged in, as if someone kicked his feet hard, his body tilted and fell down in an instant.

The president and several generals exclaimed, being swept away by the feces, their bodies heaving and falling inside, as they exclaimed, a stench that could suffocate people came to their nostrils, and they shut their mouths quickly after shouting halfway. The hands supporting the body did not know what was pressing on it, making people afraid to think about it.

The huge glass window was completely shattered, and the endless blackness poured in from outside. The first wave of influx only reached the ankles, but the second wave may be able to directly submerge people.

The president struggled to get up from inside, shook off the sticky object in his hands, held his breath, and looked up in a panic.

boom.

Endless blackness poured in, and the tables and chairs in the hall were instantly squeezed into a ball, pushing one against the other, making harsh friction sounds, and pushing towards the direction where the president was standing.

President Donald dodged in horror. At this time, he didn't care about what was under his feet, and fled to the side with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

In an instant, the excrement hit his feet, his body felt like he was flying into the air, he couldn't stand upright, his hands fluttered on both sides, trying to grab something to stabilize himself, but the sticky black splashed up. , shot to the head and face.

The stench came in, making his tears flow non-stop. The executive desk in the center of the hall was lifted up and spun all the way to the side. I don't know what the executive desk hit under it. When he stretched out his hand to support the support, one side of the tabletop tilted up, and then the whole table toppled over, rolling and falling in the surge.

"Ah, help."

With the executive desk next to him, President Donald felt a sharp pain in his feet, and couldn't help screaming loudly.

President Donald looked at the waist-length black sticky substance, resisted the stench, and reached out his hand to touch it.

His calf was pressed under the table, and he tried to push it over with both hands, but the table made of pure solid wood was extremely thick, even if it was soaked in feces, there was no buoyancy to help him lift it.

crunch.

The tables and chairs squeezed into a pile by the tide made screeching sounds, gradually accelerated, and rushed towards him.

The president screamed and moved the executive desk vigorously. Seeing the piles of desks getting closer and closer, he finally gave up and broke away. Holding back the severe pain, he twisted his body vigorously and squeezed himself close to the executive desk. Eyes closed, mouth kept praying.

Bang.

The table rubbed against his body and hit the wall, and a large stream of feces was kicked up, cooling him down.

The president, however, ignored the stench, heaved a sigh of relief, put his hand on the table that had stopped next to him, and pressed against it vigorously, while the other foot kicked on the executive table, trying to push it away.

The executive desk moved little by little, severe pain came from the broken bones, the president's face was twisted, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down from his forehead, but no matter how hard he tried, the heavy executive desk was moving to There was no way to push after the ankle, unless he could lift, even a few centimeters, so that the protruding bone of the ankle would come out of it.

"Broken, damn it, my leg is broken." The president shouted vigorously, waving his hands, "Come on, come on, I'm pinned down."

wow wow.

There was a sound from the side, and the admiral walked past him, looked at him expressionlessly, as if he couldn't hear his cry for help, and strode away.

"Hey, hey," the president yelled, "I'm pinned down, don't you hear? Come and save me."

"Sorry, I ran for my life." The admiral replied without looking back, and fled towards the broken glass window.

The president gasped for breath, looked at several figures not far away with red eyes, and shouted loudly, "Here, damn it, help, look this way."

The lights above the head were flickering, the black sticky surroundings were shaking, and there was no response. Those figures were struggling in the dung water, looking at him blankly, struggling a little, but they didn't wait until he expected to come. Rescue, another wave surged, and screams rang out everywhere, and no one thought of coming to rescue in an instant, and fled towards the doors and windows quickly.

"Please, come and save me."

President Donald begged, his tone has changed from an order at the beginning to a begging now, and after a while, he began to curse loudly.

"You're going to hell, damn it, you idiots, I curse you all to drown, lol, drown in dung."

The black sticky matter rose higher and higher, and the president could no longer sit on the ground. He grabbed the table next to him with his hands and leaned his body as far as possible, his eyes full of despair.

The water surface was knee-deep, and the gushing was still continuing, and the stench became more intense. However, the surging in the hall was not as intense as it was at the beginning. Beside the broken glass windows and doors, some staff members Waiting there nervously, ready to escape at any moment.

President Donald looked at those figures with a gloomy face, slowly turned his head, looked at the screen on the table in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Die, go to death, you forced me, if you don't save me, everyone Don't live."

Holding the tabletop with one hand to prevent myself from falling back into the black stickiness, I freed one hand, touched it in my arms, took out a silver USB flash drive and inserted it into an interface on the tabletop, waiting for the data to be read When it was time, he reached out and touched his waist, pulled out the pistol, and slapped it heavily on the table.

The sound instantly alarmed the figure by the window, and several guys with weapons quickly moved their guns to aim at them.

They didn't launch a rescue, because they were worried that they would not be able to escape in time, which would delay the best time to escape. However, these people were also afraid that the president would break the tank, take out the gun and shoot randomly, so they always pay attention to this place, seeing that the other party just The gun was placed on the table but not used. After a moment of sluggishness, he slowly relaxed.

"Ha ha."

Donald looked at them with a wry smile, and his eyes slowly shifted from the gun pointed at him to the screen in front of him.

He didn't look at the pistol on the table again. At this moment, he also understood that as long as he moved his hand over again, those guys who had bowed their heads in front of him would pull the trigger in an instant and hit him with a series of bullets. body.

If he didn't have this USB flash drive, perhaps what he prayed for the most was for someone to send him to God as soon as possible, but now, Donald didn't look at it again, and reached out to type on the keyboard.

There are already written programs in the U disk, as long as it is plugged into any computer interface here, the programs inside will start running quickly, no matter what is currently being operated, it will be replaced by an irreplaceable screen unless it is removed U disk, otherwise the screen will remain unchanged.

The black interface, every word on it is red, a password window appears in the middle of the screen, with nuclear energy symbols on the edge, constantly flashing red light.

There was another surge, and the heavy executive desk moved a bit. Donald's ankle, which was pressed under it, seemed to be run over by a wheel, and the pain instantly made his eyeballs bulge out.

"Damn it, it's all over."

The president said in a low voice, endured the severe pain, rubbed his black sticky hands on his still clean collar, and tremblingly pressed eight zeros on it.

Except for the black briefcase carried by the officer at all times to show the nuclear deterrence in front of the world, in fact, when it is really used, the USB flash drive is the best option.

Since the day it appeared, it has been set to eight zeros. This password has not been changed until now. It has only one purpose, which is convenient for quick input, and will not delay the fighter if you enter the wrong password.

Enter the last zero, no need to press Enter to confirm, the screen flickers, and several options appear in an instant.

All launches have been marked in red as the default option, and for the rest, you have to choose the country, city, quantity, and where to launch.

Donald turned his head to look at the figures by the window. At this time, the sticky black had risen to his thighs, and was about to reach the table. For him, it was about to cover his neck.

Not far away, the staff members who were aiming at him with guns cast a sorry expression, and didn't care about the stench of killing people. They took a deep breath, and then they rushed into the spray. black viscous inside.

The figures of the generals have long since disappeared, and even the women who cried and cried for death and refused to be soaked in the dung water just now disappeared. At this time, he was left alone in the basement hall, and the lights above his head The flickering flashed non-stop, and there were constant electric sparks crackling and exploding.

A mass of colorless objects floated in front of President Donald, bumping against his chin constantly, and the stench could no longer be felt at this moment.

Not daring to delay any longer, the president held the mouse and quickly added the White House in Washington, then raised his hand and pressed the Enter key forcefully on the keyboard.

A huge nuclear energy logo appeared in the center, replacing the previous picture. Red lights and shadows kept flickering. Behind it, in the blurred background, rows of data scrolled, and around it, countless small windows flashed out. , the heavy manhole cover was slowly opened, and the projectile body was revealed from the deep underground, and gradually rose to point to the sky.

Finally looking at the basement where he had lived for several months, President Donald's face calmed down, he reached out and grabbed the pistol on the table, the safety was on, and he slowly lifted it up to his temple.

If he could, he would choose to stick the gun muzzle into his mouth. In that case, after he died, the front face would not be destroyed, but now, the black sticky feces had already flooded his chin, and it was on the edge of his lips. He kept shaking, he didn't want to die and swallow a stomach full of dirt.

crackle.

A series of electric sparks emanated from the computer next to it, and then the screen went off, and then, as if in a chain reaction, the lights above the head disappeared, and the surrounding bright screens went out one by one, and the last large screen flickered a few times Afterwards, the entire basement became pitch black, and only the sound of viscous objects gurgling and gushing could be heard continuing.

Snapped.

A crisp gunshot sounded, and a ball of fire suddenly lit up in the darkness, and was instantly swallowed up by the blackness. With the last ray of light, a figure leaned and slowly sank with the surging viscous shaking Disappeared without a trace.

Inside the passage, a large group of people swam forward desperately, no one dared to open their eyes, just groping, swimming towards the direction they estimated.

The viscous black kept pouring into the basement hall, causing the tide to continue. Some people swam and deviated from the track, slapped the wall in front of them in horror, opened their mouths unknowingly, and a large stream of sticky water poured out. Going in, struggling, making the swallowing more violent, the lungs were filled with stickiness, and the body gradually began to twitch.

A few guys were entangled in the intestines of the zombies while swimming, dragging them in a panic, and when they were finally freed, they had already lost their sense of direction, swimming in the hall outside, bumping their heads against the surrounding walls, panicked Zhong opened his eyes, and then his eyes were stinging, and he couldn't help shouting and panting.

The two guys followed their companions, moving a little faster, their fingers touched the ankles of the companions in front of them, and the companions who didn't know what happened kicked them back hard, and kicked them hard on the heads, instantly dizzy , causing the two to open their mouths and start breathing.

The viscous in the pit began to stir, and suddenly several arms stretched out from inside, followed by several heads popping out, gasping for breath, throwing themselves hard at the side wall of the pit, turned over, and lay on the ground. After taking a few breaths on the ground, he turned over, knelt down on the ground, and vomited crazily.

(End of this chapter)