The Death Knell

After greeting Thomas, Mike drove the car through the restored gate again, while Martha took the people and prepared to walk to the back entrance of the observatory.

"It's so funny. I saved eleven people today. It was originally twenty. Unfortunately, some people wanted to take Mike's gun and had some inappropriate thoughts about me, so I killed them all, hehe. !”

She showed off by twirling in front of Deathstroke to show that she was unharmed.

There are indeed some bad guys among the survivors, but they are all rabble-rousers. If they were placed in Gotham, they would not be able to survive on the streets and would only be like sewer sludge.

"Then you are awesome." Thomas touched the girl's face and kissed her on the forehead: "You took them off here because you wanted to help me? No need, repairing fences is my game, you Take them directly into the base, not everyone can survive being exposed to the rain for a long time, and if they get sick, we don’t have much medicine reserves.”

"No need to help? Well, let me settle them first. Come in and have dinner together." The girl spread her hands and looked at the new door that Deathstroke had made out of garbage. On the front was a door made of two large car hoods. The gate can be automatically lifted and lowered through the small motor and pulley block behind the door.

Although it was a little worn and didn't look very defensive, it was full of wasteland style, which made Harley give her boyfriend a lot of praise.

This is the feeling she wants. When playing games, scene design is also very important.

"I got it, finish the job at hand." He looked at the people in the crowd who were looking at him, and while moving his wrist, he revealed the fake tattoo representing the Marine Corps, and his shirtlessness showed off even more. Muscles and scars all over his body: "My name is Thomas. I welcome you to join our survival team. You must be obedient when you follow Martha. If anyone is ignorant, I will kill him. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, avoiding the man's gaze as if they were avoiding the god of plague, and followed the girl away obediently, not to mention how brisk their steps were.

On a rainy day, working outside shirtless, with only a dagger as a weapon, is an apocalypse where you may encounter zombies at any time.

Therefore, everyone agrees that Thomas is mentally ill, and it is unreasonable to have a mental illness.

Maybe there are people in the team who want to use black people, women, LTGB, etc. to make demands as 'correct', but after discovering that there is a psychotic thug in the base, these ideas disappeared.

Looking at their complicated expressions, Deathstroke just laughed and continued his exercise and play process. The hammer hit the nails, but the sound was quickly covered up in the heavy rain.

the next day.

Zombie Greymon did not find a new opponent, and Harley did not go out. Instead, she stayed at the base to do psychological work for the newcomers, commonly known as brainwashing.

Over on Skull Island, King Kong was sleeping in a cave, and the quarrel within the Overlord organization continued. Su Ming himself reinforced the outer door and made many sharp barbs.

The third day.

In the morning, Harley took Old Mike out to search for supplies. Sure enough, someone got sick in the rain and now needed some anti-inflammatory medicine.

Zombie giants were swimming in the Great Lakes, and there were no new discoveries. However, Channel 52 did a review program of the past few days, and the two hosts just chatted for a day.

The Skull Island Overlord organization still didn't take action. They still wanted to wait for the rain and hail to stop. King Kong was sleeping again today. He also ate a few fruit trees, as if he was stringing skewers.

Su Ming reinforced the wall on this day and cleaned up the corpses in the observation room on the top floor.

The fourth day.

Found a new monster, captured it.

Day five.

The Overlord organization couldn't sit still anymore. They finally discovered that they could watch TV when communication was cut off, and learned some information about the outside world.

The sixth day, the seventh day, the eighth day

The days passed like this, and the happy moments always flew away. After a month, under Martha's constant attacks, nearly two hundred people had gathered inside the observatory, and after discussing with Thomas, this survivor The team was named 'Jin Jia La'.

When there are more people, there are more things to do. Fortunately, Aunt Valentina can take care of all the chores such as eating, drinking, and defecating. Harley herself just enjoys the fun of the game.

She has recently become obsessed with secretly observing other people's quarrels and relationships. In the apocalypse, people's emotions come up very quickly, and everyone seems to be willing to love and hate. This is the best opportunity for her to observe.

After seeing all kinds of interesting behaviors of these people every day, she would lie in bed and tell Su Ming about it at night, and then analyze what kind of mental illness they all had, and never tired of it.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

The progress on ZombieGreymon's side is also going smoothly. They have just circled around every state. Now they are almost to San Diego. There are about ten monsters caught along the way. They are usually invisible from the ground, but they are often The next dig is quite a lot.

However, none of the monsters with names were seen, and the distribution density of the monsters was not as high as expected.

Wherever a monster sleeps, there will be no other monsters within a few hundred kilometers. They seem to have marked out their own territory before falling asleep, and have a special set of rules.

Gin has been busy with things in Asgard recently. The World Tree has not grown up yet, but isn't it possible to put the Asgard in the zoo first and serve as a ticket office or something?

The adjutant just returned today, and at the same time she started deciphering the language of the monsters. After her research on the captured monsters, she found that the way they communicate with each other is a special pulse signal, which should be the use of bioelectricity.

It is somewhat similar to the communication method between the Celestials, but it is also different, because the pulse signal of the Celestials is a rectangular wave, which is a series of electrical signals containing numbers. For example, the Celestials use a coded string of 0 and 1.

The pulse information of the monsters is a sawtooth wave, a curve with countless breakpoints, and the limits of the periodic points do not exist.

But given her a little more time, it would not be difficult to decipher the monster language, because there were no technical difficulties, it was just a matter of collecting more discrete information.

While Sepulk was working remotely, in the dead of night, the adjutant teleported down to meet Deathstroke and Harley. Her appearance had not changed, but she had been replaced by a flesh and blood body. Whether it was her smile or her smell, she was the same as an ordinary person. There is no difference anymore.

Except for the fact that she looks too delicate and looks a bit like a large beautiful girl figure.

But now, even if anyone sees her, they will not doubt that she is a mechanical life form of Cybertron.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of eating. Is this feeling spicy? Taking pictures is also numbing, but I am so happy."

She came to see the Sheriff in the RV, mainly to celebrate with him and eat hot pot by the way. There was no one to eat with her in Sepulke. She had never eaten hot pot before and was numb. She was trying to give her tongue a try when she spoke. Fan.

She had observed many, many human behaviors, but experiencing them personally felt different.

Yes, feeling, she could say the word feeling now.

"It's amazing. It's so soft, just like a real person." Harley held on to the adjutant's little hand and wouldn't let go. Even though she was halfway through the meal, she still stared at his face: "Your face is so small. Ah, it’s so cute, and it smells so good.”

"Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Quinn. You are now a human being, but you just lack some common sense. In addition, you are very cute now." The adjutant's little tongue was still hanging out, but she was still concerned about her current situation. She is very satisfied. Chaos magic and the ability of dreams to transform reality have indeed given her a perfect body.

Even stronger than ordinary humans, because she still has extremely powerful computing power and mysterious attributes inherited from the doll body.

"How about you just stay here and play with us?" Harley rolled her eyes and made a suggestion. She hugged the adjutant and kissed him: "Shall we sleep together at night? I can teach you something a little crazy. But it’s a very fun thing, hee hee!” (To be continued.)