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"Haha, these idiots...!"

"It's not difficult at all, they can jump off the building by themselves!"

The radio was filled with such sounds. As if to give the people on the upper floors more hope of survival, Qi Jiaqiang turned on the "hands-free" on the mobile phone, and the sound echoed in the quiet corridor.

This surprised the survivors in the higher-ups and the technicians from various units in H County. It had been a month since the zombie chaos began, and they had not yet discussed how to deal with the zombies and how to save other survivors. But what was happening in front of them

Those who were a little rough had already started taking action.

This makes them have to admire these people. At least their courage when facing zombies is definitely something worthy of admiration.

Throughout the morning, Guo Zhenbei and the others were doing the same thing. They were opening the elevator door, and then using a fan to blow the smell of blood into the floors. Then the following scene appeared.

The zombies in the corridor stretched their arms straight. What was under their feet was meaningless to the zombies. Instead, the strong smell of blood that was blown by the small fan on the wall attracted their attention even more.

At your feet, if the second floor is only about 6 meters high, then when you reach the floor, it is about 60 meters high. The zombies who fell from the elevator fell into the elevator shaft and were killed by Guo Zhenbei's "blood grenade"

When it attracts a group of zombies, it is like a bombshell. While smashing itself into a puddle of meat with a putrid smell, it breaks the bones and tendons of the zombies below.

The zombies downstairs are still pouring into the elevator shaft. The zombies upstairs are still making bomb dives.

"Generally speaking, this is a very suitable method for zombies on high-rise buildings. If our plan is correct, I believe that at night, there will be many survivors in the habitable space upstairs!"

Fujiro took the courier Lin Shuangcheng and the survivors upstairs and started knocking on the wall. Just like what they did upstairs in their home, they made a hole in the wall to connect all the rooms.

In this way, the top few floors of the 35-story small high-rise have become temporary residences. It will provide rest for those who work here later, and provide enough hot food and water. It is worth mentioning that the people on the small high-rise are not

Water shortage. Because there will be a water tower supplying tap water on the top of such a small high-rise building, and it even provides pressurization capacity for nearby residential buildings.

However, when the corpse chaos came, the automatic valve downstairs closed the connection with the system. This ensured the water supply for the survivors on the small high-rise. This is probably the reason why there are the most survivors in this building.

With water to drink, a person can survive for 15 days. Without water, a person can only survive for a week.

Even so, the people at the top who are short of food, even though they had a big meal this morning, are not as strong as Fujiro, who has never been hungry at all. They cannot talk while working like him.

Touching the sky.

"Brother Zhenbei, which floor are you on? We have a lot of construction waste here!"

"We're here, we're almost there, we're cleaning the last layer now!"

The top few floors have been cleared by the survivors upstairs. In fact, because there are no zombies on those floors, they are completely blocked by survivors with furniture and other debris. This saves Guo Zhenbei and the others.

Something happened.

After finally clearing the last floor, Guo Zhenbei and Lengxue were forcefully dragged out of the elevator shaft by the Qi family. At this time, the shield in Lengxue's hand had long been thrown away due to the scratches of the zombies. Even his short spear had long been thrown away.

It has been broken, and what is currently in his hand is Guo Zhenbei's short spear.

The two of them were covered in zombie blood from head to foot.

"Damn it, the zombie's blood pressure is high again. If you poke it with a spear, it will spray everywhere!"

Cold-blooded is indeed a gangster, and it is rare to speak without using curse words. And the first thing he did when he came up was to take off his blood-stained motorcycle armor and nylon rope inner armor. Then someone wearing gloves took these things off

Put it into a snakeskin bag and pass it back to the community base along the rope.

Once there, the metal armor will be thrown into a disinfection cabinet and sterilized with high-concentration ozone and ultraviolet light. As for the nylon rope armor, it will be directly put into the microwave oven for one-minute sterilization. According to Silver's test, it will be able to

Ensure the hygiene of nylon rope armor, and then the simplest washing can make these armors reusable.

Lengxue didn't even bother to take off his armor, so he asked others for cigarettes.

"Fujiro, come on, have a cigarette, this is really fucking killing me. I can't take a puff of a cigarette all morning. I wonder when we will find more nicotine patches!"

Although it is something used to quit smoking, for Leng Xue, it is what he hopes for most when taking action. Although he cannot smoke, the nicotine patch can finally make him enjoy it.

"You, if you smoke that much every day, you will smoke yourself to death sooner or later!"

Fujiro said, took out cigarettes from his cigarette case, lit two cigarettes in his mouth, and stuffed one of them into Lengxue's mouth.

The reason for this was that the cut-proof gloves he was wearing were also covered in corpse fluid. According to regulations, he had to take off all his armor before he could touch anything, including food, with his hands.

Everything that goes into your mouth.

At this time, Guo Zhenbei took off all the equipment on his body, revealing the innermost leather jacket and leather pants of the motorcycle. The top was still clean, and it was also the last line of defense. Guo Zhenbei was a little worried about this, because he only needed to look at it a little.

In the long run, you will understand that if you wear this thing in summer, it will heat people to death without the zombies biting you.

"Phew, the mission is finally completed!"

"Quickly, bring the food, Brother Zhenbei and the others are going to starve to death!"

Under Fujiro's greeting, the people upstairs brought food. It was still a combat meal, concentrated like aspic, vacuum-packed broth. Vacuum-packed steamed buns with meat steaks sandwiched between them. At this time,

Put it in the pot and steam it for a while, and it will become piping hot, soft and delicious.

"Make me so hungry!"

Guo Zhenbei sat on a chair brought by someone who didn't know who, grabbed a hot steamed bun made of sparrow meat mixed with other meats, like a hamburger, and started eating. Lengxue sat aside and ate.

Smoking a cigarette. It seems that for him, being busy from about 8 o'clock in the morning to 4 o'clock in the afternoon is not hungry enough.

"Brother Zhenbei, then let's..."

Fujiro pointed at the pile of construction debris and gestured to the elevator shaft with his eyes, probably meaning that he wanted to deal with the rubbish.

"Well, you can start, but before you start, shout downstairs and don't let anyone downstairs put their pockets into the elevator!"

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