The strongest reserve for the doomsday

And just when I was upstairs, like a headless fly, scurrying around to check, the fat man also rushed up from downstairs at this time.

At this moment, two 6,000-lumen imported military flashlights instantly illuminated every corner of the entire turret.

I saw that here now, except for me and the fat man, I can't find a single figure.

As for the rest, in the corner where Zheng Qian was staying just now, there were still some blankets, some mineral water and biscuits left.

The rest of the upstairs was empty, and there was nothing left.

"Dao Chief, when we go down, doesn't Zheng Yan have an AK rifle in his hand? If something happens here, the two of us will be outside. I don't think I heard her shoot. As long as she shoots a shot, we will definitely come back!"

After hearing the fat man's words, I immediately reflected and said:

"Yes! Zheng Yan has an AK rifle in his hand, so he doesn't even have the ability to resist." "

I searched carefully, and now there is indeed nothing in this room.

Naturally, there is no AK rifle in Zheng Yan's hand.

The fat man stood outside, watched me walk around the house

, and said, "Dao Chief, we have seen almost everything here, every figure, do you want to go down and look for it, maybe they go out to look for us." "

If I were a mindless person, maybe at this critical juncture, I would have believed it.

But now, I was sober enough to ignore the fat man's unreliable advice, and as I walked around the room, I returned:

"Look for us yarn, you think they can't sit still like you."

"Then why is it gone? It's not out yet. The

fat man still felt that his advice was very wise, and he continued with me.

To be honest, I really can't refute the fat man's words now, why?

Because the person is really gone, then it shows one thing, that is, there is no Zheng Yan and Zheng Qian in this house.

That means that there is another thing, that is, Zheng Yan and Zheng Qian have already gone out.

"Well, it's true that I'm out. But now the question is, where are we going, why are we going out, and the question is why we don't say hello!"

I told the fat man about the three questions I was thinking about now, lest the boy think that I was walking upstairs and not working.

After listening to my words, the fat man also slowly calmed down, walked over and squatted against the wall, took out a piece of spiritual food from his pocket, lit it and smoked it.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, so I simply followed the example of a fat man, took out a crumpled piece of spiritual food from my jacket pocket, lit a fire, and instinctively walked towards the blast hole and pumped it.

This is also a habit of mine, in order to smoke spiritual food, as far as possible not to affect others, I always stand by the window to smoke, and then, exhale the smoke out of the window.

And now, this upstairs, although there are no windows, there are gun holes, and they are quite large.

Just enough for me to poke my head out.

I just leaned against the window and smoked.

After I took the first puff and emitted the smoke outside, I suddenly saw that the zombies downstairs had surrounded our turret, bustling and noisy.

"I'll copy it!" I

screamed, not waiting for me to finish my second puff and inform the fat man of the situation.

Inside the room, the gunshots were already ringing.

"Pap

Pap Pap ~ Pap Pap ~ Pap Pap ~ " The fat man really deserves to be a fast gunner, and when I turned my head and was about to inform this kid that we were now surrounded by zombies, the fat man was already the first to move the gun, and he directly knew that the zombies that rushed up the stairwell were swept down.

Then

, with a sound of "click~pop~",

the first empty magazine was unloaded by him, and the second slow magazine was reloaded repeatedly.

The fat man pulled the bolt of the AK47 gun and held a cigarette in his mouth, and shouted at me:

"Chief, hurry up, TMD is climbing up!"

I shook off the ashes of my cigarette and bit down on the food for thought with my teeth.

Because Lao Tzu is a little depressed and unhappy now, and the bite force is a little large, the whole cigarette is bitten by me and stands up towards the sky, a bit like holding a toothpick.

Of course, none of this is very important.

The important thing is that my AK rifle is loaded, as long as I gently pull the trigger with my finger now.

A shuttle of bullets will fly towards the zombies, and then these zombies will immediately stand in and go out sideways.

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