Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 16

So when the convoy set off, Xiao Lin sat in the middle of the soldiers in the car, his petite body stood out in a pile of camouflage green.

Quite a few soldiers were very curious about the little girl who came out of nowhere, but she didn't like to talk, and she might not get two answers after asking ten questions, so she gradually stopped talking and just glanced occasionally.

Xiao Lin was trying to write the code, and his ten fingers were so fast that they almost turned into an afterimage, even though what was under his buttocks was violently bumping like a roller coaster.

She is writing about the heroic biker who confronts an enemy convoy all by himself:
After performing the breathtaking crossing of the mountains and leaping over the small river on the [-]th, the cyclist pouted his buttocks for a while and stomped, successfully dodged the dense machine guns and small mortars, and flew away with the front wheels The three drivers of the enemy army then kicked Erba Da to the side in great surprise, and slid across the bottom of the truck in such a cool and domineering manner. The soles of the Bainadi cloth shoes killed all the enemies, marking the end of this hearty victory.

Even though she had already passed the three-seventh point for her integrity and three views, Xiao Lin, who finished writing this whole chapter, was still weak for a while, and she faintly felt that she seemed to have embarked on a rather strange and irreversible path.

003 came out in time and explained in an official tone, "Xiao Lin, don't think wildly. As a qualified literary and art worker, what you should care about most is the voice of the masses. Please don't pay attention to those insignificant details."

Xiao Lin, who was holding the board, had no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he listened or not.

She found that she had inadvertently pinned the resentment and hope of not being able to drive a bicycle on the Cyclist, and it was this weird idea that gave the character a fighting power that made her, the author, extremely horrifying.

Xiao Lin grasped the board tightly, looked at the scene passing behind with no expression on his face, and sighed silently.

003 was about to continue to say something to show its outstanding achievements in the study of the longest series in the history of Blue Star "New Beep", but changed the subject before it started, "Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, please pay attention, there is a large wave of zombies blocking the front intersection!"

It is not very far from Qingshi to Jinan, and it takes about two and a half hours to drive on the high speed under normal circumstances, but it is obvious that now is not a normal time.

Zhang Youguo took the lead at the front of the convoy, and Sun Biao led the team at the rear. If there was any situation, he would use the walkie-talkie to contact him.

The walkie-talkie in Sun Biao's hand chirped a few times, and Zhang Youguo's voice came out, "Attention, attention, all units, the intersection of the highway ahead is seriously congested, seriously congested, prepare for battle immediately, repeat, prepare for battle immediately Prepare."

There is a small window between the front of the truck and the compartment, and the small window is open at the moment, and without Sun Biao’s special instructions to the soldiers in the compartment, they all began to sort out their weapons and equipment, ready to jump off at any time. The car started a carnage.

Xiao Lin paused, quickly packed his backpack, and tightened his grip on the steel pipe.

003, who was committed to improving the combat effectiveness of the host, praised, "Yes, yes, Xiao Lin, I am optimistic about you."

Body-enhancing potions can't completely change a person's physique, but can only be developed to the greatest extent on the basis of the previous ones.

For example, assuming that Xiao Lin's grip strength was [-] kilograms at the beginning, how many times his physical fitness has increased after drinking the potion, and this multiple is also based on [-] kilograms.

Let's put it this way, the same potion, after being given to Schwarzenegger and Parkinson's patients, the effect is absolutely different.

Therefore, 003's suggestion is that Xiao Lin's first task is to maximize his current physical fitness before exchanging for the second-level body strengthening potion, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Regarding this, Xiao Lin, who had been restless and irritable for almost a whole day, expressed that he couldn't agree more.

The car had already stopped, and Zhang Youguo quickly assigned tasks. Two-thirds of the people went to the toll booth at the highway intersection to clean up the zombies and the car, and the rest of the people stayed put to protect them from scattered zombie attacks.

The soldiers got out of the car quickly and orderly, and Xiao Lin stuck his head out first to have a look.

I saw that the front was tightly blocked far, far away, and I could only vaguely see the signboard of the toll office erected high up. The fresh human flavor brought by the large army made the zombies in front roar excitedly.

Zhang Youguo did not choose to take a detour, not to mention whether the other roads are unreachable or whether there are other roads at all. It would be a waste of time just to return from the original road here. If the obstacles can be cleared quickly, this is undoubtedly the best way. shortcut.

In addition, because it was a toll booth, everyone basically didn't get out of the car, so in fact, there were not as many zombies scattered outside as they heard, and a large part of them were locked in the car by their former self and couldn't get out. They were really cleaned up. It's not too much trouble.

The only trouble is that there are quite a few small restaurants on both sides of the road a little farther away. There are some diners in twos and threes, not many scattered, and the concentration is quite impressive.

Quickly understanding the situation, Xiao Lin carefully took off the backpack and stuffed it under the seat, and also jumped out of the car.

A soldier who was closer to her belonged to the same car. When he tilted his head and saw her coming down, he was very anxious, "Sister, don't come down and get mixed up, it's dangerous."

There was no time to utter the remaining dangerous word, and the brother Bing, who was holding the gun, just froze in place dumbfounded.

Just now, this little girl who looked thin and weak raised her hand abruptly, and suddenly pierced the steel pipe in her hand into the head of a zombie rushing towards her, black, red and white A miscellaneous viscous liquid popped out from the back of the zombie's head and splashed all over the ground.

Like poking a watermelon.

(End of this chapter)