Global Cataclysm: Start building a floating island

It is now noon, and there are still about ten hours before the second stage of the disaster.

According to the scale on the combat map, the distance between the two places is about fifty kilometers.

Not counting emergencies, it takes more than an hour to drive back and forth, which should be plenty of time.

Lin Ye put away the map and pistol, called Qin Lie, quickly returned to the floating island, and then drove the Predator to the temporary stronghold.

Due to the continuous withdrawal of various troops, more and more zombies broke through the unguarded roadblocks and poured into every corner of the city.

Looking around, the streets are now filled with wandering zombies. The engines of off-road vehicles are roaring, and there is even a wave of small corpses.

If it weren't for the Predator's excellent performance and extremely strong body, it would really be submerged in it.

Although there were no dangers during the journey, Lin Ye still noticed something strange.

These zombies have become much more violent, and their speed and strength have also been significantly improved!

He looked through the windshield at the towering portal in the center of the city, and found that the flow of particles lingering in it had become violent at some point.

There was even a discharge phenomenon on the frame made of black metal.

The strong current pours out violent energy, directly breaking down the surrounding high-rise buildings, and the accompanying high temperature also gradually melts the buildings.

These are all signs of changes in the catastrophic stage, and as time goes by, such phenomena will appear more and more frequently.

The worry in Lin Ye's heart became more and more intense. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove towards the stronghold at full speed.

However, the zombies on the road really wasted time, and after more than fifty minutes of detours, they approached their destination.

However, the scene in front of me was different from what I expected.

There were many corpses of soldiers wearing standard equipment lying outside the stronghold. Lin Ye jumped out of the car and walked forward to take a closer look.

He found that most of the corpses had been burned into charcoal by the flames. Although one or two were still intact, the human tissues on them had mutated and must have been infected with the zombie virus.

In addition, several protective nets were torn, and the gate of the stronghold became tattered and fell to the ground.

Although this temporary stronghold is also equipped with a protective net, the material is just ordinary metal wire, and the safety factor is not very high.

Did they fail to hold off the zombie wave last night?

Lin Ye held a gun and slowly sneaked into the stronghold through the mess on the ground, while Qin Lie followed cautiously behind him.

There were several armored vehicles parked in the open space on one side of the stronghold, but they were basically scrapped.

The car body collapsed and the shell was completely covered in white ash, some of which were still burning with blue-green flames. The troop carriers on the back were all burned into skeletons.

After a preliminary inspection, Lin Ye found that this place seemed to have experienced a violent explosion, and the source of the explosion came from the huge pit in the middle of the stronghold, where there were several deformed oil drum bases.

Lin Ye took a deep look at the oil barrel, and then continued deeper into the back of the stronghold.

A hundred meters away, next to the camp that was not affected by the explosion, there were still some equipment boxes piled up, and weapons and ammunition scattered on the ground.

Lin Ye looked around and found signs of retreat, as there were many signs of camps being stationed in the open space.

And based on the area of ​​the stronghold, there are at least two regiments of troops stationed here. How can such a small amount of equipment be used?

Therefore, the troops should have evacuated, but the team that stayed behind encountered a new crisis.

But the last wave of zombies should have ended last night!

What kind of crisis could cause all the troops at the rear to be destroyed?

The two continued to search the stronghold, and suddenly, there was some slight movement in a large tent nearby.

Lin Ye immediately picked up the gun, lowered his body, pressed against the edge of the tent, and quietly walked over.

Through the gap in the door curtain, he found some people standing in the tent. They were all dressed in civilian clothes, but they were holding assault rifles.

Lin Ye looked away. This time he did not rush in. Instead, he pulled out the explosive bomb from his tactical vest and threw it directly.

Accompanied by a loud noise, panicked footsteps came from the tent, mixed with a few unpleasant curse words.

Perhaps the attack was too sudden. The moment the shock bomb exploded, intensive gunshots were heard inside.

A large number of bullet holes suddenly appeared on the tarpaulin, and a string of bullet holes even reached the roof of the shed.

After a while, the gunfire stopped, and the sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Ye smashed the tent cloth in front of him and rushed in with his body bent.

All the people in the tent fell to the ground, their bodies covered with bullet holes, and red blood continued to gush out from the wounds.

The assault rifles they had were all empty of bullets, and smoking shell casings fell to the ground.

Looking at the horrific scene in front of him, Lin Ye shook his head:

"Good guys, they all died in the hands of our own people, but it's really yours!"

He didn't intend to kill anyone, he just wanted to catch some people alive and inquire about the situation of the temporary stronghold.

Lin Ye looked around and found a man lying in the corner who had not yet died.

So he quickly walked forward and squatted next to him, but before he could speak, the guy actually picked up the rifle beside him and tried to fight back.

The situation was critical, and Lin Ye didn't have time to think about it. He subconsciously pulled out the short knife from his boot and inserted it directly into the opponent's head.

The man's body twitched, and he rolled his eyes and became lifeless.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing this situation, Lin Ye couldn't help but put his forehead on his hands and cursed angrily.

These are all conditioned reflexes trained on the battlefield in previous lives, and they can't be stopped even for a moment!

He originally wanted to ask what happened in the temporary stronghold, but now everything is over!

Just when he was feeling extremely regretful, Qin Lie's voice came from outside the tent:

"Brother Lin, there's something going on here!"

When Lin Ye heard the words, he immediately stood up and rushed out, following the sound to a small tent.

Qin Lie was facing the tent door curtain, holding the gun in an aiming position, with his finger on the trigger, ensuring that if there was any disturbance, he would be able to beat the opponent into a sieve.

At this time, the sound of tapping metal barrels came from the tent, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.

Lin Ye paused for a while and suddenly noticed the hidden information, so he immediately put down the gun and prepared to go in to see the situation.

But who could have imagined it? There was a loud "bang" sound in the tent, and then, a large oil drum slowly rolled out from inside.

Qin Lie, who was already so nervous that his legs were trembling, immediately pulled the trigger without thinking.

Fortunately, Lin Ye reacted quickly enough and quickly pressed down the barrel of the rifle, hitting the ground with more than a dozen bullets.

"This is an oil barrel. If it explodes, we will both be killed on the spot!"

He loosened his grip on the gun, pinched his waist and took a breath.

Gee, it’s really hard to lead a newbie!

"Brother Lin, I'm sorry... I thought it was the enemy!" Qin Lie quickly turned his head to explain, and at the same time put in a new magazine with trembling hands.

While he was talking, the sound of tapping oil drums came from the tent again. The people inside seemed to have heard the movement outside, so this time the tapping was a little urgent and angry.

"Hey, my friend, he just typed a piece of Morse code, which means SOS!" Lin Ye shook his head helplessly, stopped the rolling oil drum with his feet, and then entered the tent.