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"We must first capture the community hospital, which has good surgical equipment and some medical reserves. In addition, there is plasma stored there!"

This was the most unbelievable thing Guo Zhenbei had ever heard. He asked in confusion.

"It's just a small community hospital. As for that, it still has plasma?"

Stefanie Yang is not a "talkative" at this moment, she just curled her lips and explained clearly in just one sentence.

"Blood transfusion at fixed intervals can be used for beauty and health maintenance!"

"Really, this is okay?"

Guo Zhenbei's eyes widened with a bewildered expression. Tengqing on the side was probably dissatisfied with Yang Yanzi's brief explanation, and provided Guo Zhenbei with a more detailed answer.

"There are some people in this community who often receive blood transfusions. The women follow Kim Hee-sun's method and inject high-concentration platelet plasma around their eyes. The men are counting on blood transfusions to extend their lives."

After Teng Qing's explanation, Guo Zhenbei finally believed what Yang Yanzi said. He felt that in such a community, there were so many secrets that ordinary people like him might never know in their lifetime. Blood transfusion for beauty and health, recalling

Guo Zhenbei felt a little sad about the blood donation vehicles on the street and the huge profits of blood banks that were often complained about on the Internet.

According to what is said on the Internet, there is always not enough plasma in China. But someone can actually use it for beauty and health care. This is really...

"Damn it, how come such weird things happen in China?"

Shaking his head, Guo Zhenbei expelled these unpleasant thoughts from his head. Because no matter how you maintain your health, in this biochemical apocalypse, they are just zombies. Even if there is no biochemical apocalypse, no matter how rich you are,

May bring their wealth to God.

If compared with Bill Gates, who donates most of his property to charity, China's so-called rich people are obviously neither smart enough nor open-minded enough. They are like a nouveau riche with low standards, or a beggar with just begged money.

Both money are showing off.

"Don't think too much. It depends on Yan Zi. With the plasma, we can fully mobilize the zombies who mainly rely on their sense of smell and hearing. That way we have a lot more opportunities!"

Tengqing was not stupid at all. When Stefanie Yang proposed the community hospital in the community, she already understood her plan.

The community hospital is on one side of the community. You only need to go to the building next to the building in front and you can rope down to the door of the community hospital. Then it will not be difficult to follow the downpipe again and go up to the community hospital, which is only three floors.

On the roof of the building. If everything is successful, then it is possible to get plasma. Because this hospital actually doesn't have many people at all.

As long as they have plasma, their subsequent actions will be of great benefit.

"Okay, let's go as planned, you follow my orders!"

The advantage of having a walkie-talkie is that everyone can act together. They can make noise together to attract the attention of the zombies, so as to create an opportunity for Guo Zhenbei. It is almost the same method as last night. As long as Guo Zhenbei can climb up to the fifth floor,

The establishment of a "rope bridge" will herald more supplies and the ability to rescue more living people.

Guo Zhenbei went down from the corridor to the third floor. Just like last night, he tied the rope Yang Yanzi hung from the roof around his waist. At the same time, he also prepared his own short earthen spear. When he went downstairs, he could only

It's up to you.

"action!"

Although the walkie-talkie he was wearing was a walkie-talkie with a fairly limited range of applications. But the quality of military products was unparalleled, and it was equipped with a hanging headset with a microphone, which allowed Guo Zhenbei to free up his hands to do things.

Following his order, Fujiro dropped the bottle with the blood-stained gauze from the night before.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

The crisp sound showed that Fujiro threw more than one bottle. He probably put the yarn pieces in several bottles so that they could cover more areas. Here, Stefanie Yang and Fujiharu also threw bottles respectively.

The crisp sound of bottles breaking spread far and wide in the quiet neighborhood. The zombies downstairs indeed followed the sound and began to move, especially the bottle with blood-stained gauze on Fujilang's side, attracting more

Attention zombies.

"These guys learned our skills so quickly. Yesterday we threw bottles to trap zombies, and today they also threw bottles!"

The speaker was upstairs opposite Fujilang's house, observing Guo Zhenbei's actions with a telescope.

The zombies downstairs started to move quickly because of the noise, and their running speed was not slower than normal people. The scary thing is that they can maintain the fastest speed for a long time, and I don’t know how their hearts can endure it.

"Maybe their hearts have already lost their function!"

During the action, Guo Zhenbei thought about some unrelated things to distract himself and prevent himself from being too nervous. As the zombies dispersed downstairs, he took a few deep breaths and then slid along the rope.

Towards the ground.

As soon as he hit the ground, he dropped the tow rope on his shoulder and ran towards his goal - the downspout.

After throwing away the glass bottles, Teng Qing came to Yang Yanzi's side. Her heart started to lift when she saw Guo Zhenbei moving quickly among the zombies. The zombies were not completely attracted by the noise, and there were still a few scattered ones downstairs.

of zombies.

Surprisingly, Guo Zhenbei did not use his homemade spears, but moved quickly around them.

"Damn it, why is this guy so soft-hearted!"

Tengqing murmured in his heart and scolded Guo Zhenbei. He felt that this guy was just like his brother. He would not understand unless he scolded him. The reason why he avoided those zombies was simply because they were children once and were carrying schoolbags.

The afternoon when the massacre broke out happened to be when the children were off school and the adults were off work.

It is precisely for this reason that the streets in the city were quickly blocked. At first, I heard on the radio that the infection rate was less than 30%. However, the blocked streets gave most people no chance to escape the disaster. This is also the reason why the city

The reason why there are so few survivors.

"Cover him!"

At this time, Yang Yanzi's cold voice came, and she picked up the weapon that Fujiharu had always thought was whimsical - a pneumatic nail gun. However, when such a weapon began to show its power, its considerable power made Fujiharu have to

be surprised.

The air pressure of 30 kilograms per centimeter is definitely powerful enough. Originally, the flying distance of the nails was only 5 to 10 meters, and there was no accuracy at all. But after Guo Zhenbei's processing and Yang Yanzi's adjustment,

Now, the effective range of this nail gun has reached 25 meters.

This once made Guo Zhen regret it at Peking University. If he had known that pneumatic nail guns were so powerful, he would have bought a few more fire extinguishers and nail guns. Now that the decoration materials store has been occupied by zombies, he is afraid that he will try to break in and look for it again.

It’s not easy to do anything. I have to wait until I have the opportunity in the future to try to do these things.

From this point on, Guo Zhenbei became full of imagination and practical ideas for Yang Yanzi, and became respectful and modest. This laid the foundation for what happened later.

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