Doomsday Super Merchant

Chapter 157 Ebbing Tide

Zhou Yuanqiang walked into the Zhitong Toy Store.

The sales girl in charge of sales immediately lit up. She recognized this big customer who had sold out all the remote control aircraft in the store two days ago. Just one day's commission was equivalent to half a year's salary. Why?

Don't want her to be elated? Now that she saw Zhou Yuanqiang coming in again, it goes without saying that she was overjoyed. She walked up to him with a charming smile and said, "Boss Zhou, do you want to remotely control the plane again?"

Zhou Yuanqiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, have you purchased the goods?"

The other party smiled even sweeter and said: "The goods that just arrived this morning are a total of twenty different remote-controlled aircraft, all of which have ideal flight speeds and times. How many do you need?"

Zhou Yuanqiang touched his chin, waved his hand, and said: "Give me the whole thing and have someone assemble it for me. I want it all."

After hearing the news, the sales girl felt as if Zhou Yuanqiang was her noble person. Twenty remote-controlled aircraft, which was an order of nearly 100,000 yuan, and she could afford the commission of more than half a year's salary, and she got it again. She was a little doubtful.

, did Zhou Yuanqiang fall in love with her and use this method to get close to her?

Of course, Zhou Yuanqiang couldn't guess the inner state of the pretty sales girl in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't have vomited blood and ran away in tears? When buying these planes, Zhou Yuanqiang's idea was very simple, that is, to use remote control to control the planes, starting from the 51st floor of the Trade Building

, rushed towards the Workers' Stadium, carrying explosives, Zhou Yuanqiang still didn't believe that he could still endure his constant bombing?

The assembly was quick. After paying the full payment, Zhou Yuanqiang took this batch of aircraft to an uninhabited corner and appeared on the top floor of the Trade Building.

Zhou Yuanqiang had only left for half an hour, but subtle changes had already occurred below. The number of zombies around the Workers' Stadium had increased, and some wandering zombies were pouring towards the Workers' Stadium.

However, Zhou Yuanqiang understood that the fire was not enough, so after taking out these remote-controlled aircraft, Zhou Yuanqiang installed homemade incendiary bombs one by one under their bellies. These homemade incendiary bombs were all the masterpieces of Chen Xun'an.

There is a contact fuze installed on it. As long as the incendiary bomb hits the ground or is hit by an object, it will detonate directly. It is most suitable for the current situation.

After installing twenty remote-controlled aircraft, Zhou Yuanqiang remotely controlled one of the toy helicopters. After starting, it slowly took off, flew out of the ceiling, and rushed toward the Workers' Stadium.

The toy airplane is driven by a motor and has a very low sound. Ordinary zombies cannot detect it at high altitudes. It easily flies across the street, crosses the square, enters the interior of the Workers' Stadium, and pounces towards the location of the diving hall. This time's goal

It is the glass ceiling that tops the diving hall.

When the remotely controlled aircraft appeared over the diving hall, the sharp sound rang out again, even more intensely. Unfortunately, the toy helicopter was hundreds of meters in the air above the diving hall, and its guards had no way to deal with it. It was suspended in the air.

When it stopped, Zhou Yuanqiang directly turned off the power of the toy helicopter on the controller, and let the toy helicopter hit the bottom of the diving hall with a homemade incendiary bomb.

With a sharp whistle of "squeak...", the toy plane hit the top of the glass heavily. Even the strongest glass was hit with several cracks. The impact also detonated the incendiary bomb under the belly of the plane.

A ball of fire shot into the sky and spread in all directions.

The battery exploded due to the temperature, causing the toy airplane to fly up several meters high before falling heavily again.

The glass windows on the top of the entire diving hall turned into a sea of ​​fire. The zombies hiding below were finally scared, and the sound of piercing into the sky was heard. This was a unique sound wave that seemed to be revealed into the air.

A message is constantly being transmitted to all directions.

Zhou Yuanqiang laughed ferociously and said: "If I can't kill you, I will at least scare you half to death. Who told you to take advantage of me? With tens of thousands of casualties, you should pay something for this responsibility, right?" Without pause,

The second toy plane took off again and continued to fly towards the diving hall.

The "rumbling" explosion completely woke up the city that had been sleeping for several years. Pieces of sea of ​​​​fire burned, burning the top of the entire diving hall. The huge sharp sound of the hiding zombie became increasingly louder and louder.

, getting more and more anxious, Zhou Yuanqiang could already see that the zombies gathering outside the suburbs began to pour into the city, moving towards the Workers' Stadium.

Just when Zhou Yuanqiang used a remote-controlled aircraft to bomb the workers' gymnasium, everyone in the settlement nervously looked at the group of zombies attacking crazily outside the settlement. Without bullets, people could only use cold weapons.

Or use guns with bayonets to defend mankind's last line of defense.

Casualties continue to appear, getting bigger and bigger. Some high-level zombies have even gained a foothold on the wall. Some have already broken into the interior of the settlement, and collapse is about to take place.

In the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, everyone was silent, silently looking at the overwhelming zombie wave outside. There was always a voice in the heart: "President, where are you?" Everyone's hope is pinned on them.

With Zhou Yuanqiang, everyone is waiting for a miracle to happen.

Minister-level people, including Qiu Guorui and others, also climbed on the wall, like ordinary soldiers, to block the zombie attack.

Mu Gushan held up the Type 03 automatic rifle in his hand, stood on the wall, and shouted loudly: "Everyone grits his teeth and believes that the president will create miracles, and we should not give up hope and fight bravely until the last moment.

, even if it costs our lives. For the hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters behind us, for friends you don’t know or don’t know, for our homeland, kill..."

He put the last bullet in the rifle into the head of a zombie, stabbed it with the gun, and used the bayonet to lift a level 2 zombie off the wall. He took a few steps forward and put his feet in military boots.

Kick a zombie hard in the chest and knock it off the wall.

For a moment, Mu Gushan seemed to be the God of War, and he killed more than a dozen zombies in a matter of seconds.

Inspired by this, all the soldiers and those who stepped forward to stop the zombies were shocked. They gritted their teeth and held on, nailing themselves to the wall without taking a step back.

Perhaps their unyielding spirit was rewarded. A sound wave that no one could detect spread in the air. The ferocious zombies suddenly paused, as if they were frozen. They seemed to be listening to something, allowing people to

Their heads were chopped off.

A soldier closed his eyes in despair. He could already feel the sharp teeth of the zombies touching his neck. The next second, his neck would be bitten off and blood would spurt out. He could already feel it.

You can imagine it. Because many of my comrades had their necks bitten off by zombies, and then torn into pieces with their internal organs flowing out.

But the zombie's teeth were so cold that they couldn't be bitten off.

The soldier couldn't understand, but it didn't hinder his dying struggle and desire to survive. Without hesitation, he pushed the zombie that was pressing him away and stabbed the bayonet directly into its head.

, kept retreating because of fear. The feeling of escaping from death made him suddenly have the urge to cry bitterly.

This soldier was just a small microcosm of the entire settlement. After a brief daze, all the zombies began to turn around and retreat. Even those who rushed up to the wall, they all jumped off the wall like dumplings.

Dissolved into the sea of ​​zombies below, gradually left the settlement and returned towards Qingyuan City.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene, but soon they cheered wildly and threw everything they could into the air.

"The zombies retreated, President... President, he succeeded, President, he succeeded!"

The roars resounded to everyone in the settlement. The retreat of the zombies stimulated every originally absolute person. The change of seeing hope in absoluteness made them excited, singing and dancing on the streets.

, some people swarmed up to the wall, watching the zombies begin to recede like water.

When they advanced, they stepped on the corpses of zombies. When they retreated, they also stepped on the corpses of zombies, leaving behind several layers of zombie corpses that could not be seen to the end. Some zombies that retreated slowly,

Being alone behind the large army showed a kind of defeat.

But who will care about this? Countless people who knew that the zombies had retreated covered their faces and cried, unable to make a sound.

In just two days, everyone has to suffer mental torture. No one can bear the pressure of constantly switching between despair and hope. Some vulnerable people have even chosen to commit suicide.

In the room, they could not bear the consequences of being eaten or turning into zombies if the city was breached.

As for the 35,000 soldiers who fought until now, there are only just over 20,000. Tens of thousands of soldiers have become victims of this zombie offensive.

The soldiers, who had not rested for two days or even closed their eyes, watched the zombies retreat. They could no longer hold on and fell on the wall. They looked at the retreating zombies with confused eyes and murmured: "Retreat."

Come on, retreat, they finally retreated." Then, amidst the sounds of crying, he fell asleep directly on the wall without caring about the mutilated corpses everywhere, his nose sounding like a flute.

The people at the Chamber of Commerce headquarters were silently looking in the direction of Qingyuan City, because the president who created this miracle was still in crisis.

Can he still come back?

No, he will definitely come back successfully, because he is a person who can create miracles.