National apocalyptic fishing: catch SSS level at the beginning

Fortunately, the little boy carefully checked the toilet, under the bed, and the balcony doors and windows, and found no trace of the monster.

Then start rummaging through the cabinets, looking for power banks, or laptops and other electronic devices that have their own power supply and can charge their mobile phones......

Outside the door.

"Do you feel the number of undead, as if ...... More kills?" The sniper couldn't help but ask, observing this phenomenon.

"Normal, rumor has it that the Undead Monarch has caught an SSS-level skill that can summon dead corpses without limits!" said the crossbowman.

"None, unlimited summoning? Doesn't that mean that all the monsters in the world, as long as he wants to, can be summoned as undead?" The sniper, who has always been known for his calmness, couldn't help but have a shocked expression at this moment.

"That's right. The crossbow archer nodded in the affirmative, and then asked rhetorically, "Isn't this scene in front of you enough to prove the facts?"

"It's hard for a sniper to disagree, the facts are right in front of him, how can he refute them?

In the past, I always heard the crossbow archer nagging in his ear, telling about things related to the undead monarch, and the exaggerated and admiring expression, as an uncle's sniper, he was still very disdainful.

Now, I don't have that kind of thought, although I can't worship Chen Ming in my heart, I am really grateful to him.

Because if it weren't for him, I am afraid that I would have been reduced to a white skeleton at this moment!

Keeping this kindness in mind, Chen Ming knew that he didn't care if he didn't know that he didn't care, if in the future, he would have a place to use himself, Uncle Sniper would not hesitate to stand up and repay this kindness.

His code of conduct is very simple, the grace of a drop of water must be reciprocated! After a

short time, the undead beat the mutant rat tide to the ground, and there was no power to fight back.

Even so, they still didn't let them go, they bit them to the death, slaughtered, and assimilated!

From the dispersion, an undead rat army of no more than 20,000 had expanded to 50,000 at this moment.

And this number is constantly increasing on a rolling scale.

"Did we survive?" Seeing the last undead rat disappear at the mouth of the escape passage, the gate was slammed, swaying from side to side, and the crossbow archer's tense heartstrings were finally relieved.

As soon as his legs were weak, the duck sat on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be boneless.

"Looks like yes. Fu Weiqiang did the same, took off the heavy fuel tank, threw it aside with the flamethrower, leaned his back against the wall, and sat down slowly.

The hands were still shaking, and fear was part of it, and part of it was the severe physical and mental exertion.

The fuel tank of hundreds of pounds, coupled with the high temperature of the flamethrower's return, made him sweat, and a lot of water evaporated, and at this moment, his mouth was very dry.

It felt like it was cracking, and it didn't secrete any water.

The flamethrower is a weapon that has a large damage and a wide range, but for him, it is a thousand enemy injuries and three hundred self-damage.

I found a lot of water, food, a power bank, and a laptop with 75 percent of the battery left. The

young man took an unopened bottle of mineral water and walked to Fu Weiqiang's side.

Standing in the back position, his mouth was dry until it cracked, what kind of feeling Fu Weiqiang at the front would be, it was not difficult for the young man to imagine.

"Thank you. Fu Weiqiang raised his hand and took the mineral water.

After trying it, he smiled bitterly and handed it to the young man, "I have to trouble you." "

Where! no, this is what I should do!" The young man did not forget Fu Weiqiang's merits because of the ferocity of Chen Ming's undead army.

If it weren't for the fact that he had always been at the forefront and was always unwilling to mention the word renunciation, it would be impossible for them to survive until now, waiting for the Undead Monarch.

Quickly unscrewed the cap and handed it to Fu Weiqiang.

Fu Weiqiang hurriedly wrapped the mouth of the bottle with his mouth, and drank it heavily, squeezing the bottle with both hands, and was as water-thirsty as his life!

A whole bottle of water was drunk by him in five or six seconds, and there was not a drop left.

Seeing Fu Weiqiang shaking the bottle with his head up, the young man raised his hand and pointed to the hotel room, "There are many more in the refrigerator inside."

"No, I don't. Fu Weiqiang waved his hand, "There is no need to waste water resources, just quench your thirst."

After that, the group of people who eased up a little entered the hotel room, took out the charger cable, and connected the power bank and the computer.

After the smooth start-up, immediately open the Wanjie Fishing software.

Take a look at the time.

[00:04:51]

It's already past 12 o'clock in the morning, and the number of fishing is finally refreshed.

"Boss, do you want to catch it, what if you catch a monster?" said the crossbowman with a sigh of relief.

I don't want to get out of the tiger's mouth just now, and fall into the wolf's den in a blink of an eye.

"Go to the balcony and throw a monster out to make it feel like it's falling from a height. Fu Weiqiang didn't want to take the risk, but in this situation, the rescue team couldn't be contacted, and they had no choice but to count on Wanjie fishing.

You can't expect Chen Ming's undead army to appear like a divine soldier descending from the sky every time he can't hold it anymore, right?

Fu Weiqiang knows very well that the main purpose of the undead army is to assimilate monsters and expand the number of undead.

Saving yourself is just a matter of incident.

"Since the boss has said so, I'll fish first as a respect!" the young man couldn't wait to click on the word "Start Fishing" ......

Meanwhile.

in the regional chat channel.

From now on, if there is a god in the world, then it must

be the god of the undead!] [Shouldn't you also be saved by his

undead army?] [Remove the three words, grandma's, almost hanging by a thread, seeing a group of rats rushing out, I thought I was going to be cold, but I didn't expect that they would be the undead army, three times five divided by two, less than half a minute, and the giant tree that is larger than the size of the elephant was gnawed and only a skeleton remained!]

[This time, we people can survive, all because of the strength of the undead monarch

] [Who said no, born in Jiangcheng, no, born in

Great Xia, how fortunate it is!!] [I remember your ID, didn't you say it before, you poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and you won't be a Great Xia person in the next life

] [That's not young and ignorant, now I reacted, go and go, don't open which pot and which pot] [

Wang Zhipeng, you are almost thirty years old, and you are young and ignorant here

?] [Damn!, who are you?]

......

The excitement in the world chat channel is extraordinary, and Chen Ming also sees it in his eyes.

Although Chen Ming was not interested in their idea of expressing their willingness to surrender to him, it seemed that it would be good to win their worship and owe a favor like this.

It's a windfall.

There are always times when it comes in handy.

The people of Daxia have the word gratitude engraved in their bones, and they know gratitude.

Although there are a small number of scumbags, it cannot change most people.

Close the System panel.

"......" Chen Ming's gaze was attracted by the content of the news broadcast on TV.

Associated with hawks.