The strongest reserve for the doomsday

After the explosion, the fat man reacted first and said

: "Damn!

" and then he was spewing

white smoke outside: "Bah, bah

~".

I rubbed my aching chest that was strangled by the seat belt and asked

, "Fatty, are you okay?" "

Bah, bah~ It's okay, heckle, who made the wall painting, the paint is not there, it's all putty powder." Oh, by the way, did the zombie hang up?" "

Anyway, now that we're already the first to strike, the location has been exposed, so now I'm just starting the car to see if it can start."

"Squeak squeak ~ coax ~ "

Fortunately, the quality of the car is good, and now I am very competitive with it.

When I turned on the headlights again, I saw that the entire hall was now white. This is the interior on the first floor, so this is definitely not a fog, it should be the kind of putty powder used for decoration that the fat man also said.

Because of the explosion just now, it was blown up everywhere.

"You can't see anything. I don't know if I was killed. "

Why is there such a big fog here?" said

the fat man, sitting up and looking outside.

"It's all dust, fog, yarn. However, I could have turned on the fog lights and looked. "

It's not fog, it's dust, though.

But fog and dust, at the end of the day, are tiny particles. Since fog can be seen far with fog lights on, dust should be able to do the same.

Thinking of this, I just turned on the fog lights.

After turning on the fog lights, the effect is really much better than the high beams, and you can see far away.

I saw that the original location of the gate has now collapsed, and there is a large area of rubble and rubble there.

"Dao Chief, why don't you go over and take a look. "

Uh-huh. "

At this time, it was actually a big taboo to watch the excitement in the past, but I didn't think about it so much, so I just drove the car over with my own consciousness.

I thought, even if something happens, I can still drive away.

This undead warrior, although he runs fast, should not be as fast as our car.

Although the hall looks like a lot, we are now driving, so in less than 10 seconds, we drove directly to the main gate.

As I expected, the entire podium on top of the gate was blown up by our two-shot RPG.

Now the gate has been completely blocked.

"Dao Chief, is that a zombie's leg?" the

fat man said to me suddenly by pointing to a cylindrical thing on the ground.

I looked at it for a while, and I wasn't sure. Then he said casually,

"It looks a little like that."

"Do you want to get out of the car and take a look?"

"Look at the chicken feathers, it's important to run away." "

In such a large building, there is usually not only one door. The gate collapsed here, and I wasn't too worried that we wouldn't be able to get out.

When the fat man said this, he lost any interest in the zombie and followed me to find the exit.

The crisis can only be regarded as a temporary relief, but it is difficult to say whether it has really been resolved.

I drove around the hall in the car and asked the

fat man, "Ahem, fat man, is there only one or more of those big zombies?"

"Guy, get it ready for me first, and I'll have to make a shot later." Oh yes, reload my RPG rocket launcher as well. "

OK!"

After walking around the house for a while, I found a north exit, which was about 3 meters wide and had two glass doors.

However, from a distance, unlike the south gate, the south one is open, while the north one is closed.

I got out of the car and took a closer look, this door has not been opened for a long time, maybe since the day it was built, and the lock cylinder of the gate is now rusty.

You know, in this relatively dry environment, the lock cylinder is rusty, then every 10 years, there is also 8 years.

"Fatty

, can this lock be opened?" The fat man also got out of the car at this time, studied the lock cylinder with me, and glanced at the flashlight and returned:

"If the lock cylinder inside is rotten, it can't be opened."

"Hehe, the lock cylinder is rotten and can't be opened, but the lock cylinder is good but it can be opened, and this logic. "

I thought in my heart, if the lock cylinder is broken, I will kick it open with a single kick, and I still need to open it?

But I still didn't say this, and changed my words:

"Then you hurry up and give it a try, I'm still in a hurry to find someone!"

Before I finished speaking, I only heard a "click~",

and the door was opened by the fat man.

"It's already open~

" "Well, push the door open a little and get in the car quickly." "

Outside this gate is the back hill, we drove out, and after a little amusement, we passed a small road, and then reopened to the middle of the base.

But this trail seems to be quite familiar to us.

"Eh~ Dao Chief, isn't this little alley where we set up the Ecstasy Array? "

I bought it for a while, and then I came back." I don't know what's going on, the ecstasy array we set up didn't work, how could we be discovered by this zombie in seconds, it's really unlucky. "

And when we passed by the building we had just pulled, we saw that at the door of the building, there was now the body of an undead warrior, from the chest up, already buried under the rubble, with two thighs exposed.

And now, I'm not interested in zombies, I'm more concerned about whether there are other undead warrior zombies.

However, the fat man was quite interested in this zombie, and kept using his flashlight to shine on this zombie.

"No, isn't this UBM just sending an undead warrior over?"

and just as I was slowly driving the car and thinking, suddenly, on my left-hand side, that is, at the gate of the building just now, there was a rustling sound.

"Holy, Dao Chief, it's alive!" the

fat man roared beside me.

Then he leaned out of the window directly carrying the RPG, climbed directly to the top of the car, carried the RPG on his shoulder, and aimed a little, and it was an RPG shot.

"Don't fight yet!" I

hadn't said this sentence yet, and the fat man's side was counting down to 321, and the missile had already been launched.

"Puff~Puff

~Puff~" Rockets passed through the roof of our car, making a popping sound,

followed by a dazzling glow coming from my left rear.

Then there was a violent shock wave and a huge sound, which instantly accelerated our car to 30 kilometers per hour.

Although some tinnitus is out of favor now, I didn't have time to teach the fat man a lesson, so I hurriedly looked into the rearview mirror.

I saw that I was pulling the gate of the building now, and there was a fire, and the explosion of the RPG rocket ignited some items that were already hanging at the gate. It's smoking over there.

As for the undead warrior zombies, they can't see anything.

"Dao Chief, what do you seem to have told me just now?"

the fat man asked me as he climbed down from the roof of the car and refilled the RPG rockets.

"you, who told you to shoot

?" the fat man turned his head and asked with a puzzled expression

, "Didn't you tell me to strike first?"

I hurriedly kicked the accelerator to increase the speed of our car

, "It was inside the house, and now it's outside, it's different." Originally, this zombie was already suppressed by bricks and cement, but now it's good, you fired an RPG, and the zombie was not killed, but the bricks and cement that were originally buried in it were blown up.

"It's not about wanting ...

"Bomb this undead warrior with an RPG unless you punch the RPG through its mouth. It couldn't hurt him outside at all. Inside the house, I didn't expect to be able to kill him with an RPG, but hoped that the podium would collapse and trap him.

I explained to the fat man as I ran.

When the fat man heard this, he said anxiously:

"Damn, you didn't say it earlier!"

"

There seems to be some problems with this car now, although I have stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the sound of the engine is also very loud, but the speed really can't be improved.

"okok~"

The fat man hurriedly responded, and then tied the flashlight to the RPG launcher, so that it can be used to take a look at the face, and when the time comes, it will be pointed and hit.

Then he leaned out of the window again, carrying the RPG on his shoulder,

"What's going on in the back?"

I asked.

"Poof~

" "Coax~

" "Damn!"

Before the fat man could reply to me, he was beaten out by the fat man as soon as he fired an RPG.

And at this time, at the last moment, with the help of the fire of the RPG explosion, I saw that behind us, the undead warrior zombies were now chasing us fiercely.

Moreover, the RPG shot of the fat man just now doesn't seem to have hit yet...

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Sometimes, it doesn't have to be killed by this zombie. Just get stuck - Doomsday Survival Notes.