I run a resort hotel in the end times

Xia Yan let them do as they please, just hurry up.

Of course, some people thought the safe zone was crowded, and no one wanted to sleep next to each other. If they fell asleep in the middle of the night and got out, it would be bad if zombies found them.

In this case, it would be better to spend a little money and go to such a big place in Lidai Island. There are soldiers there, so don't worry.

Xia Yan looked at the time, it was almost half past twelve, and urged them to make a decision quickly.

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Five minutes later, she took the rest away and activated the charging system of the resort gate in front of everyone, completely destroying the idea of ​​some people wanting to sneak in while she was sleeping.

Let Xiongxiong and Zhigang deal with the rest, she was too sleepy.

Hurry up and go to bed.

...

Sang Zhengyi and his team sped up and spent most of the day doing the final finishing work. Then they numbered the newly dug potatoes and put them back in the villa.

He found the Propaganda Department and signed up for his team. One of the rules was that people with space abilities were prohibited from participating, so his wife had to stay in the villa to wash the potatoes.

Perhaps the staff saw that they were all vulnerable groups and wanted to take better care of them, so they arranged them to the farm closest to the hotel to pick zucchini.

On the one hand, they didn't have to dig the soil, and on the other hand, they were close to the safe zone, so if something unexpected happened, they could run back no matter how slow they were.

Sang Zhengyi naturally knew the other party's good intentions, and went back to the villa to pick out a small bag of potatoes and stuffed it into the hands of the staff in the name of the team.

"It's not expensive. It's been detoxified. Don't worry about eating it. Boss Xia is a good person. He gave us all the potatoes he dug. We didn't have a queue these days, so we purified this little bit. I'll give you some to try."

The staff smiled and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he put it away and put it in the cabinet. "Go to work. I'll give you half a day's work."

Sang Zhengyi also smiled and put his palms together, closed the door and left.

...

For seven consecutive days, they rushed to harvest, cleaned, and sent them to the official detoxification store to purify the toxins.

Everyone was busy, leaving at dawn and returning after sunset.

With all their efforts, they dug up the three nearby farms and collected all the edibles. All the space was filled with fruits and vegetables.

Early in the morning of the eighth day, Chu Wanfu came to Xia Yan to discuss the termination of the contract.

Xia Yan looked up at the gray sky, unable to hide the regret in his heart. For so many days, with so many people, no one hid.

The main reason is that he is too cunning. Except for his subordinates, no other space ability users are allowed to participate in the picking mission. Under strict prevention, no one dares to do anything.

Chu Wanfu ordered a hamburger set meal. After it was delivered, he took a bite and frowned.

"I really can't get used to this sauce. It's greasy. The meat patty is too soft and tender."

After saying that, he looked up at her, "Boss Xia, don't be sad. There is a long time to come. There will be many opportunities for cooperation. Maybe it will come true."

Don't believe him, Xia Yan didn't say anything and canceled the contract in the backstage.

Chu Wanfu received the news quickly, and in a good mood, he raised the happy water to signal her, and ate a hamburger in two or three bites.

"Happy cooperation."

Okay, "Happy."

At nearly eleven o'clock, Xia Yan, who was sitting in the hall, suddenly heard a strange sound outside, like an earthquake, and like something rising from the ground.

Could it be that group of people are here again?

It's really a dog-skin plaster, endless.

She stood up and walked into the safe zone, looking up, only to see a group of soldiers gathered in a circle at the outermost edge of the next door. In the middle of them, a circular sentry post rose from the ground, and the final height was about ten meters.

The rumbling sound came from there.

Behind them, there were scattered fire-type psychics spewing flames from their palms, completely burning and clearing the weeds, dispersing the poison hidden in them, until the dark brown soil underneath was exposed.

The water-type psychic followed behind, and when he saw that the fire was out of control, he poured a stream of cold water on it.

In the huge farm, a group of soldiers were busy and soon cleaned up a clean area, just like the open space outside Xia Yan's door.

In the places that had not been cleaned up yet, the survivors waved shovels to search again. This time, it was different. What they dug out was their own.

"Ding! Ding Ding!!"

"Ding Ding!!"

The harsh sound of car horns sounded from a distance.

An armored vehicle drove quickly, as if there was an emergency. A person in the co-pilot leaned out and waved his arms frantically.

The distance was too far, and they couldn't hear what they were shouting.

Two people made a bridge with their hands, and let the soldier with excellent eyesight stand on it to look far away. Unexpectedly, he jumped down as soon as he got on and shouted to the survivors behind him.

"Zombies are coming, retreat quickly!"

The faces of the survivors changed drastically. They grabbed the corners of their short-sleeved clothes and put the small potatoes dug out from the ground into the shovels. They ran away without looking back.

The armored vehicle was very fast, and a group of ragged and bloody zombies followed behind the vehicle, and their purple fingers kept scratching forward.

"Boss Xia! Help!" The survivors cried and shouted while running, using all their strength to run towards the safety zone not far away.

Manager Xiongxiong stood beside Xia Yan and called everyone to run faster, there was still time.

On the right side of the safety zone, Sang Zhengyi and his group panicked, limped over the fence, and moved back in two steps with unknown wild fruits.

The armored vehicle did not lead the zombies to the hotel, but turned on the spot and drove into the base that was about to be built.

With a long "zi" sound, the car braked, and the four people inside climbed on the roof of the car, climbed up neatly, and set up the superpower gun.

The rotten wooden fence at the door could not bear the pressure, and it broke into pieces with a dull click. The zombies poured in like a tide, and the superpower guns of the soldiers in the front row fired loudly. The farm instantly turned into a Shura field with blood and flesh flying!

Under the attack of the superpower bullets like a storm, rows of zombies fell one after another, broken arms and legs flew everywhere, and dirty black and sticky blood flowed all over the ground. More than a dozen zombies that were divided into two sections opened and closed their teeth hideously, and crawled numbly towards the fresh flesh and blood in the distance.

With a soft "puff", the huge impact force caused half of the zombie to fly backwards, and the head exploded in the air, scattering the stinky fermented bean curd-like debris.

Chu Wanfu quickly loaded the gun sharply, aimed at the zombie attracted by the survivors and fired again.

A shot in the head.

The man who was rescued had a face as white as a wall, his legs were as soft as noodles, and he kept falling to the ground. His mouth seemed to be sewn shut. He looked ahead and couldn't say a word. His eyes rolled up and he was about to faint.

No matter how many times he saw zombies, he could never overcome the fear of being chased.

The survivors who ran into the safe zone could no longer support their bodies. The fruits in their pockets rolled all over the ground. They didn't bother to pick them up. They slid down to the ground, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, and their minds blank.