Mist

The video that was found in the communicator was played during the monsoon rain, and everyone shuddered.

The man in the video also showed symptoms of homeless people and administrators—eyeballs were gray and muddy, his skin was pale and covered with blue blood vessels, and he clamored to bite his wife.

"The video was taken one month ago."

Unlike the panic displayed by everyone, the tone of the monsoon is very light.

He behaved brave and mature, just like the person who couldn't even unscrew the bottle cap was not him.

"It's a zombie!"

"If it's really a zombie, how many of them are out there!"

"Fuck it, no wonder it's so weird here!"

"These are all videos from a month ago!"

Deja vu words sounded in the office.

During the discussion among the teammates, the terrible feeling of powerlessness gradually disappeared after only a silent sip of water during the monsoon rains. He slowly said: "The communicator has no internet, but I just received a new message, which should have been sent to us."

"The information is on the deceased's communicator, but the information was sent to us?"

"Yes."

"Open."

Song Qinglan said.

Project information during the rainy season.

[Welcome, guardian from Xingyuan 1456, welcome to PU-31. ]

[This jump has been locked, and will be unlocked after the mission is successful. ]

[Task Mode: Ouroboros. ]

[Task rules: death and elimination. ]

At this time, Tang Le shouted: "Look!"

Outside the window, a black wall suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, spreading all the way from the direction they had just come.

"Di—", the communicator displayed the last line of prompts.

[Task target: Dark Chaser. ]

Everyone was horrified.

Amidst all her tongue and tongue, Song Qinglan found a broom and poked it into the black wall. When she took it out, the part of the broom inserted into the black wall was gone. The cross-section was neat and tidy. ate.

"What did the mission rules just say?"

"Death, death eliminated." Someone answered.

"It's good to know." Song Qinglan said solemnly, "Take your own equipment, it is best not to die to me. Anyway, I can't go back, no matter what this PU-31 is, we will know it."

"What's wrong with consultant season?"

When Duan Wen looked back at Monsoon, the opponent was already walking in the middle of the team, standing tall, with a straight back, and looking very silent. He couldn't see the appearance of being scared by the carrion in the management office just now.

In the private channel, Song Qinglan was a little careless: "Ask yourself?"

Duan Wen gave a "heap" and said, "Forget it, what if he asks me to screw the bottle cap?"

Song Qinglan's tone changed subtly: "So?"

Duan Wen didn't dare to joke the captain again after plucking the hair on the tiger's head: "Then, I'll still help to screw it, and help the teammates make us responsible."

Song Qinglan commented: "Say less trash."

Duan Wen said: "In fact, I just hope to be friendly when I go back to write the report, and don't lower the ratings because of the discord in the team..."

Duan Wen was still talking, but Song Qinglan suddenly stopped and made a fist gesture.

"and many more."

His voice rang on the public channel.

Everyone looked forward.

A group of people appeared on the roads of the deserted, uninhabited city.

At the end of summer, the sun passed through this reinforced concrete forest at 6 o'clock in the morning and cast a golden light on the charred asphalt road.

The dazzling light is like a dividing line, dividing the world from hell.

That is a group of zombies.

They didn't find the small group walking quietly in a secluded place, intently surrounding a **** corpse, with an excited "hoho" sound in the throat, scrambling to eat like wild beasts.

The flesh, limbs, and internal organs were all torn apart, and as they gorged themselves, the appalling sound of chewing clearly spread to everyone's ears from a distance of only seven or eight meters.

"what!!"

The scream started at once.

Behind the team, a woman rushed out of the building and ran wildly. There were twenty or thirty zombies behind her, and she was about to catch up with her.

The scream disturbed the eater ahead.

The squad is like sandwich biscuits, watching the eater in front throw down the corpse and rush towards them quickly!

"Grass!"

I don’t know who cursed, someone shouted: "Help!"

"Bang bang bang" a few shots, three or four zombies behind the woman fell to the ground, at the same time, another teammate also opened fire, killing the rushing eater.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the silent and empty city, like a drop of water splashing into a hot oil pan, "Wow!" Suddenly it boiled again, and countless zombies emerged from the shadows!

"Go and go!"

"quick!"

The gunfire was deafening.

"Team Song?!" Duan Wen shouted, "Go!"

Song Qinglan stood in place, seeming to be waiting for something, her body exuding a compelling aura.

When the woman rushed towards him a few steps away, a cold light flashed, and the woman knelt on her knees suddenly, and fell on the road suddenly.

With the cover of her teammates, Song Qinglan strode over and drew his saber from the woman's forehead.

Blood rushed on the woman's wide eyes, and her gray eyes had been exactly the same as the zombies chasing her in just a few seconds. Her ear was missing a piece, and obvious tooth marks could be seen.

Song Qinglan inserted her saber back, and when the monsoon rained behind her, she turned around and shot a zombie who leaped on his back. His actions were so quick that Song Qinglan had expected.

He thought that the first time anyone shot in a real battle would hesitate.

The crowd is raging, like the end of the day.

During the rainy season, she looked back at the woman on the ground, and then looked at Song Qinglan in surprise.

This glance finally confirmed some reason for his hesitation. During the monsoon rains, the delicate eyes burst into heat, as if finally there was fireworks on the person, and he shouted angrily: "Left front! Convenience store! Go!"

There are more and more zombies, and they are still pouring out from where they can see.

They are not too far away from the convenience store, and they can clearly see the complete iron fence of the convenience store.

Finding the bunker in time bought them a lot of time.

Everyone worked together, and quickly rushed to the door of the convenience store in the rain of bullets.

During the monsoon rains, they didn't even look at it. They hit the shop identification panel with a "bang" shot. Amid the harsh sirens, Li Chun and Zhou Mingxuan pulled open the iron fence together!

As soon as one person rolled by, like a slippery fish in the monsoon rain, it quickly slipped in.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, several gunshots came from the shop.

The gunfire subsided.

He reappeared behind the iron fence during the rainy season, and his white face was wet with blood, and even his eyelashes were stained with blood.

He panted slightly and his voice was unstable: "Come in!"

Everyone: "???"

When they entered the convenience store one after another, facing fresh corpses in one place, everyone said: "..."

Is this really the consultant season who can't unscrew the bottle cap? !

The convenience store was messy, the shelves were empty, but it was still safe-it was dangerous, and it was single-handedly killed in the blink of an eye during the monsoon rains.

The speed and courage, it was like predicting the situation in advance.

To be honest, even the best guardian can have this level at best.

Everyone felt that it was time to pay the IQ tax.

"Where is Team Song?!" Zhou Mingxuan asked sharply.

Also present were Li Chun, Duan Wen, and Ji Yushi, but the twins and Song Qinglan were not seen.

Frowning during the rainy season: "Open the door and wait for them!"

As soon as the voice fell, there were intensive gunshots outside the store.

Song Qinglan pushed Tang Le into the shop under the cover of everyone in the shop.

Tang Le's expression was lax, while Song Qinglan's face was pale, the iron fence was pulled down with a "clam", and someone shouted, "We have to wait for Tang Qi!"

"Don't wait." Song Qinglan stood up, covered in blood, "Tang Qi was bitten. After he was infected, the mutation time...not more than ten seconds."

Tang Le cried bitterly.

No one knew what happened to them outside, and everyone was shocked when they heard this answer.

Close at hand, countless zombies were flapping the iron fence frantically, opening their mouths in the blood basin, and staring at the living people in the store with gray pupils, as if they were about to rush in in the next second and tear them to pieces.

Ten seconds.

The virus is spreading so fast.

Coupled with the 100% mutation rate after being bitten, no city in the world is capable of defending against such a virus.

"You can't sit and wait. This fence won't last long." Song Qinglan's voice was cold. "There is a fake wall made of light bricks in the warehouse in the store. Blast open and get out from there."

He raised his head sharply during the monsoon rains.

The eyes of the two happened to meet each other.

Now is not the time to chat, the eyes are very bright on the **** face during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan was calm and composed, but her questions contained profound meaning: "Counselor Ji, what's behind the wall?"

During the rainy season, he clenched his fists, and his nails pierced his palms.

In front of his ignorant teammate, he also calmly said: "It's a back alley."

Everyone is unknown, so they don't understand what dumb riddles the two are playing, but as long as there is a way out, there is no time to take care of other things under such circumstances.

The iron fence was under immense pressure, swaying and making terrible noises, and they had to race against time to escape from here.

The wall was blasted away by the fire, and light came in.

After the last teammate jumped out of the window, with a "bang-", the iron fence that was struggling to support finally fell to the ground!

Zhou Mingxuan shot and shot the zombies in the back alley for cover: "Get in the car!"

Song Qinglan shoved Tang Le, who had almost collapsed, into the back seat.

The zombies rushed into the convenience store, and then jumped down the warehouse window where they escaped.

Zhou Mingxuan also got in the car, and six big men were suddenly squeezed into the not-so-wide car, squeezing close to each other.

Just listen to Duan Wen shouting: "Identification card! Find it!"

Song Qinglan had a moment of Tang Le in the middle of the rainy season.

But it was close enough to be able to see clearly the soft fluff on the white back of the neck during the monsoon rain under the sunlight through the car window.

In the rainy season, squeeze over to open the storage box and handed over the identification card: "Here!"

Li Chun in the driver's seat took the identification card and hurriedly started the car and drove out.

The car made a roaring sound, white smoke emitted when the tires rubbed against the ground, and the zombies in front were dragged out of a dark red blood mark during the collision.

They rushed out of the back alley.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he drove to a certain intersection, suddenly changed his face during the monsoon rain, and shouted: "Turn left!"

Not far away, a giant space vehicle galloped in!

Shouting in time during the monsoon rains, this roar made Li Chun conditioned to slam the steering wheel, and the car rushed into a building!

"Boom boom boom!"

The car braked and buffered, hitting several glass doors in a row before it could stop.

The windshield shattered into spider webs, the front of the car smoked, and everyone was hit hard by inertia.

After a moment of silence, Song Qinglan kicked the back of the driver's cab: "Chun'er, it seems that you haven't got your driver's license yet."

Li Chun was helpless: "It's not that I talk back, boss, don't really care about these details now."

Everyone: "..."

The author has something to say:

In the first loop, I will write a little bit more detailed, otherwise I won't understand this article. But in fact, many details of the first cycle have changed. It is not about copying and pasting the number of words. The subsequent cycle will be very simple (says the author with a strong desire to survive)