Lord of End of World

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The densely corpse of zombies around the warehouse has been retired, but there are still dozens of young people squatting on the roof, and the black-eyed eyes reveal a desire for flesh and blood.

The young man sat on the roof with his knees and looked up at the four helicopters devoutly. The fear in his heart had long since disappeared, and he was replaced by ecstasy and hope.

The helicopter was near, and the hurricane picked up by the propeller blew the youth's hair, but the young did not mind, and the face was still smiling.

The hatch was opened and the heavily armed soldiers fired at the zombies stranded on the flat. They were afraid to shoot near the zombies in the warehouse, because these warehouses were built of thin steel plates and could not withstand the powerful bullets of mk48. I am afraid that I will accidentally hurt the people inside.

"Go!" The zombies in the flat were wiped out, and Song Haoran made a landing gesture. A soldier dropped the rope and quickly fell to the ground.

Gong Lizhen jumped directly to the next, and even the ropes could not be used. They landed earlier than the soldiers who started. Some of the special forces who had not seen Gong Shaoqiang's strength were a bit dumbfounded, and the movements were slowed down a few times. Some of the colleagues who were familiar with Gong Shao voted for the ignorance of ‘no knowledge.’

Song Haoran glanced at the head of the boy who was quickly falling, and his heart was helpless. Just now, he was shocked again. Lin Wenbo shook his head and laughed, his eyes filled with thick pets, climbing the ropes and then slipping.

When the players arrived at the ground smoothly, Song Haoran slid down the rope. At the same time, four helicopters began to land slowly.

Seeing the special forces who were holding the sabers toward the warehouse and approaching quickly, the squatting youth stood up and stretched their necks to look down. Seeing that the head was actually a small, young boy with a small face, he was wide-eyed and shocked.

The army must have suffered heavy losses. Even the children who have been underage have been activated. They have also been sent to rescue the people. It is simply too selfless and too great! The shock on the face of the youth faded, and it turned into gratitude and sorrow. At the same time, it was also worried about the safety of the teenager.

However, the boy quickly dispelled his concerns with his actions, and at the same time his shock index climbed.

I saw that the young man who came near came to the air of the saber dance in his hand, like a cut of wheat, and the zombies that met along the way. The route of his path, from the top of the warehouse, is really a zombie body and black blood paved road, directly to the warehouse door.

It was quite easy to keep up with the special forces. Just kill a few nets of the net, and the teenager went from landing to killing the zombies, and then knocking on the closed door of the warehouse, only one minute before and after.

The young man stood at the top of the warehouse and looked at the excited crowd and couldn’t wait to open the door and ran to the helicopter that had landed under the protection of the special forces.

After the boy’s pad, he took a few steps and looked up at the youth. He asked, “Don’t you go back with us?”

"Go back, go back." The delicate eyebrows of the young man came into view, as if a sun was shining into the heart, driving away all fear and uneasiness. The youth shocked and immediately returned to the gods, quickly drilling into the louver, climbing the high-stacked cargo boxes and climbing down.

The young man who smiled under the scorching sun, his heart trembled. He thought that he would never forget the smile that pulled him out of the desperate abyss.

"Is there still someone inside?" After escorting the masses, Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran ran back and asked without hesitation.

"There should be no one inside. I didn't see it when I came down." The youth hurried back.

"You first go to the plane, let's go in and check." Song Haoran said quickly.

"Yes." The young man replied loudly, and instead smiled at the calm and calm teenager, followed him to the helicopter. Running around the juvenile, the youth inexplicably feels peace of mind and the pace is also brisk.

Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo quickly checked the warehouse and determined that the warehouse was no longer ready to leave. When crossing a pile of boxes opened by survivors, Lin Wenbo's footsteps paused.

The boxes that are opened are all food or some daily necessities, which is what Li Wei currently needs most. Lin Wenbo decisively called Song Haoran and pointed his finger at the box.

Song Haoran's eyebrows were picked, and his eyes swept through a touch of joy. The two ran over, tacitly emptied a box, picked out the snacks and supplies needed by Li Wei, filled them up, and then lifted it up and rushed to the helicopter waiting on the ground. .

The first three helicopters are already full of people and are slowly taking off and heading towards the base. The last one is still waiting in the same place. Gong Lizhen guarded the youth and ran towards the open door.

Twenty special forces have been scattered five to five, sitting in four helicopters to protect the people. The five people who left behind saw Gong Shao Deng, and they all greeted each other with a very careful attitude. They did not treat a minor child at all.

Gong Li’s first response, and the young man sat down in the vacant position.

Palace? The young man sat quietly beside him, chewing on the words that were evoked by the soldiers with reverence, and the heart was hot. This is the name of the savior!

In less than a minute, Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo also carried the box out, neatly boarded the plane, and then closed the door.

The plane lifted off safely and watched the warehouse gradually shrinking into pieces of square blocks. More than a dozen survivors were relieved and softened in their seats.

"The generals have long known that it is a warehouse for stacking food and daily necessities. We are also going to carry a few boxes up." A special commander looked at the big box that the two men placed at their feet.

"This is for Li Wei, you have a chance when you next mission." Song Haoran took the shoulder of Gong Lijun and explained.

The survivors heard the words and immediately pulled out their travel bags and distributed the collected items to several special forces. The attitude was very enthusiastic. The travel bags are all taken in the warehouse, the same color, the same style, when the military first discovered them, they collected enough food to get on the plane.

The faces of the people were filled with deep joy and deep gratitude. The man had a taupe, bulging travel bag, and looked like a survivor who did not die. It was like a tour group to travel abroad.

The soldiers quickly refused. But where the survivors are willing to give up, they will put things in their arms or pockets. The cabin is full of warmth, and has long since dispelled the despair and fear of the coming world.

"These things are brought into the base is your private property. The base will not ask you for it. Please take it back. You will have to rely on your own labor for future living materials. I suggest that you use these things as surplus food and save them. Get up.” Song Haoran opened his way for his men.

The soldiers also consciously returned things. The people refused, but because of the majesty of Song Haoran, they had no choice but to accept it.

The young man sitting next to Gong Lijun kept his head down and silent. Unlike others, he was empty and empty in his arms and did not bring anything. When everyone rewarded the soldiers, he had a struggling look in his eyes, stole a look at the teenagers around him, and finally made up his mind, slowly tapping into his pocket.

When Song Haoran’s words fell, his hands were stiff and his movements did not stop. He leaned back and put the palm of his hand into the pocket of Gong Lijun.

The movement is secret and you can escape the feeling of Gong Lijun? Gong Li gave him a look, took out the things in his pocket, and looked at it in front of him. The clear eyes were as bright as stars.

This is a piece of Swiss chocolate, which is the favorite brand of Gong Lijun. Thinking of the fragrant silky, the entrance is instant, the taste of the mouth, he unconsciously rubbed his lips, never hide his emotional face, screaming the words 'want to eat'.

But when he thought of Song Haoran, he immediately pressed down his desire, and with a small face, he returned the chocolate seriously. "You collect it yourself, Song Dajie spoke, I can't take this thing." It’s hard to divide on the beautiful packaging of chocolate.

The young man waved his hand and grabbed the chocolate into his pocket. Everyone on the plane looked at the two people who refused.

Lin Wenbo looked at the cute expression of Gong Lijun’s coveted eyes, and his eyes were full of deep pets. He said softly, “A candy, just take it.”

Gong Lizhen’s serious expression could not stand, and his eyes glared for a moment, licking his lips, and hesitantly looked at Song Haoran.

"Hold it, there will be good things in the future to remember this one." With the eager eyes of the young and sultry, Song Haoran, who has always been obsessed with the military discipline, is hard to resist, and the light flashes slightly, nodding his head.

Gong Lijun nodded cheerfully, put the chocolate into his pocket, and bent his eyes, thanking the young people sincerely. The youth's face was red, and some were overwhelmed.

Seeing that Gong Lijun got Song Haoran's slogan to dare to accept the things, Lin Wenbo felt quite uncomfortable in his heart and turned his head and looked out the window. I remembered that my previous resistance and misunderstanding to Xiao Yan caused the current alienation. His darkness and dark sorrow poured into his heart.

I don't know if I will try my best to make up for it. Will Xiaoxiao be close to myself as close to my friends? Most definitely. Thinking of the cuteness of the youngsters, Lin Wenbo’s mouth slowly rises and his heart is relieved.

There are still explosions in the places where the smoke is rising, and there is no end to it. The three-cylinder helicopter that had started was already flying toward the base. After hearing the explosion, it turned back and approached the black smoke column.

"Let's go and see." Song Haoran ordered the driver. After all, this is the city they have lived for many years, carrying their strong nostalgia.

Flying so close, everyone couldn't help but get up and look at the ground. Gong Lijun also squeezed into the window next to Lin Wenbo, overlooking the ground.

The cars that were crowded and blocked on the road have now become bombs, which have been detonated one after another. The shrapnel and fireworks splattered and ignited the storefronts and buildings on both sides. However, in 30 minutes, the most prosperous area in the past has become a sea of ​​fire and devastated.

Even at a height of a few hundred meters, everyone can feel the tremors of the ground and the heat of the flames. I watched the place where I used to live in the past and was swallowed up by the ruthless fire. Everyone stared and the expression was bleak, and the suffocating silence spread in the cabin.

Another violent explosion came and broke the dead silence. A unique building, the buildings that shrugged into the clouds shook and slowly swayed. Everyone was wide-eyed and his expression was unbelievable.

"No, Dingtai Building is going to collapse." The driver said, while the plane was far away.