I pick up airdrops at the end of the day

The next day.

The third day of the end of the world.

The early sun rises, and the golden and warm light squeezes out the darkness and shines on the earth.

"Hurry up and pack your things, we have to leave here."

"You're crazy! There are all zombies outside!"

"I heard that the country has established a security base in the West Park of Xiazhou City. As long as we get there, we will be completely safe and we will no longer have to be afraid of zombies!"

"Really? The country is really strong and we can be saved! Haha!"

…

The rumors caused an uproar.

People in the hotel saw hope, packed their things and wanted to leave.

Nowadays, the whole world is full of zombies, and humans are living in cracks. Not to mention the space problem, there is not enough food!

They want to seek refuge in the country and gain safety and food, so they risk leaving.

Of course, some people choose to stay. They don't even dare to go to the hotel door for fear that a zombie will rush out and bite him to death.

Han Wuhao put his hands in his trouser pockets and muttered: "Xiazhou City West Park..."

If he remembered correctly, the farthest airdrop was there.

It seems that when he gets the next airdrop, he will return to the embrace of the country.

A trace of loneliness surrounded his heart. To be honest, Han Wuhao felt a little mixed.

The end of the world is a world where the strong are respected and strength proves the truth!

Back in the embrace of the country, no matter how strong he is, he can't defeat cannons, missiles, and being controlled by others.

He couldn't help but lose consciousness.

Finally, he smiled.

In fact, the country is not bad and has saved countless lives, so he should be happy.

Even if he is controlled by the country, his strength will still be reused and he will become someone similar to the person who held power before the end.

These are all fantasies, and the real situation can only be understood at a safe base.

Pushing open the door of Yang Munan's room, Han Wuhao shouted: "Get up!"

After resting, it's time to face the zombies and welcome the battle.

He never forgot to become stronger. He worked hard to seize opportunities and make himself no longer ordinary.

"Hmm~" Yang Munan was sleeping soundly. He didn't know what he was dreaming about. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he gasped.

"Like a pig." Han Wuhao had no expression on his face, walked up to her and lifted her quilt, saying, "It's six o'clock, and you're still sleeping!"

"Brother Hao." The quilt was missing and Yang Munan, who was wearing cool clothes, frowned. He opened his eyes in a daze and found Han Wuhao standing in front of him. He quickly sat up.

"Are you leaving?" She pushed herself out of bed, quickly prepared her things and left, very well-behaved.

"You have ten minutes." With his hands in his trouser pockets, Han Wuhao turned and left.

At the same time, an idea came to his mind.

Yang Munan is quite good-looking.

He probably understands his own situation, just like when he likes a person, no matter how good he looks, when he dislikes someone, no matter how good he looks, he is disgusting!

When Han Wuhao became more and more attracted to Yang Munan, Yang Munan had good looks and a good figure, which naturally aroused his liking.

This kind of liking is simply because Yang Munan is well-behaved and good-looking.

…

…

ten minutes later.

Taking a look at the green helmet on Li Dage's head, Han Wuhao couldn't help but joke: "Brother, this hat suits you really well."

"Brother, don't look at the bad shape of this helmet. It's actually very strong. I tried it with a machete yesterday and there was no reaction at all. It's intact!" Li Dage touched the helmet lovingly, as if he had found a treasure.

Now Han Wuhao wants it from him, but he still refuses to give it!

In the apocalypse, who cares what you look like, things that can save your life are priceless!

Yang Munan complained: "So ugly."

"Get in the car and drive to Xiazhou City." He put his hand on Yang Munan's shoulder, and the scent of shower gel hit his nostrils. Han Wuhao took Yang Munan into the back seat.

At this time, Yang Munan was not dirty at all, and he was good-looking. He didn't mind getting closer.

Yang Munan, on the other hand, did not dare to move when faced with Big Han's arm-in-arms, fearing that Han Wuhao would make the relationship uncomfortable.

"Brother Hao, do you want me to give you a massage?" Yang Munan smiled flatteringly.

"No." He refused directly. Han Wuhao lazily closed his eyes and waited quietly to reach his destination.

Yang Munan couldn't press his body.

"Oh." Disappointed, Yang Munan obediently kept silent so as not to disturb Mr. Han.

In the front, Li Dage was anxious and yelled in his heart: "I don't want such a beautiful girl to give me a massage! I don't know how to enjoy it!"

Like him, if he wanted a massage from Yang Mu, no one would bother with him.

Sigh... people are so irritating!

…

Xiazhou city center area.

Three days ago, this place was bustling and noisy, with a large flow of people, a variety of shops, and a huge flow of people.

Three days later, the place was in a mess, with all kinds of debris staggered here and there, and the bloody murder scene was shocking!

Zombies are rampant! It’s a hell on earth! The mortality rate is as high as 90%!

Emperor Nightclub.

Huang Wangba had a cigar in his mouth, sitting domineeringly on the sofa in the luxurious box, with an assault rifle hanging on his waist.

Huang Tianyang, whom Han Wuhao beat to death in the small shop that day, was his son.

On the day when the apocalypse broke out, he was lucky enough not to turn into a zombie. He used some guns and ammunition to block people and kill gods, killing countless zombies and rescuing several of his men.

As the boss of Xiazhou's underground black forces, he has extremely high prestige. He led his men to break out of the nightclub and win over a large number of survivors.

He wanted to save his son Huang Tianyang, but the area was like a hell on earth, with so many zombies. If he forced a breakthrough, he would definitely pay a heavy price!

He gave up this idea and took his people back to the nightclub to wait for the elusive national rescue.

Apart from that, he had no hope.

There were more and more zombies, and even power-type zombies appeared. He predicted that one day he would run out of ammunition and food.

At present, what he can do is to reduce consumption as much as possible and live one more day.

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…

"Da da da……"

The p18c shot wildly at the five zombies in front of it. All 17 bullets were fired, 8 hits were hit, and one shot hit the head.

"If you don't want to die, give me a better shot!"

Han Wuhao stood aside and watched Yang Munan's shooting indifferently.

The remaining four zombies roared excitedly and rushed towards the fair and tender Yang Munan one after another.

Yang Munan looked serious, not afraid of the zombies in front of him, and continued to practice his marksmanship.

Unlike Han Wuhao, who drank the gun god's genetic fluid, her shooting skills were awkward and she could only improve with continuous practice.

Fortunately, her strength is not low, and she has made rapid progress. She uses her strong physical fitness to dodge quickly while shooting moving targets and practicing her gun.

Guns were updated, and Han Wuhao had a vss. The p18c really couldn't help him, even the ump9 could. He planned to let Yang Munan use it to avoid wasting it.

On the side, Li Dage was envious: "She is already stronger than me. She should have eaten a lot of energy blocks. As expected, Brother Hao is also a person who values ​​sex over friends!"

Han Wuhao: "..."

He said he didn't want to pay attention to Li Dage, looked into the distance, and thought to himself: "There are too many zombies, we need to clear them up slowly before we can get close to the airdrop."