The strongest reserve for the doomsday

The fat man came back on a bicycle, so he wasn't very tired.

Shouting to go in and act immediately.

Or Zheng Yan said:

"Fatty, don't you want to rest first?"

The fat man wiped the sweat from his head and said

, "Mmmm, too." After

saying that, he walked over to the small mound on my side, found a small breakthrough and a flatter place behind him, and sat down.

Then he smiled and held out two fingers to me, and I couldn't laugh or cry. I had to give this big Buddha, took out a cigarette, smoked one, and lit it myself. (Hehe, come first)

and then take out one, point it directly, and give it to the fat man.

It's been a long time since we've been so relaxed, and the two of us just sit behind the small dirt slope, swallowing the clouds. This small dirt slope and Zheng Yan who is guarding it give us a lot of security.

After a cigarette, our energy has also recovered a lot, so we are ready to do another ticket.

Since my AK was thrown into the basement, this time I was holding the fat AK, and the fat man was holding his spare AK47. Others can only be shot by one gun, and the fat man just hangs three on his neck, and it's okay to lose one.

Of course, we can't be too losers, and the first thing we do when we enter is to go inside the basement and get the AK rifle that I fell.

Since the fat man didn't want to touch the disgusting past, he stopped at it this time and guarded, while I went down myself with a falling rifle.

Once I got in, I used a rubber band to bind the flashlight to the AK's scope. Then I tied this AK rifle to my hand with strips of cloth, and it was foolproof.

The fire door on the first floor has been blown up by the grenade that the fat man just thrown, and the elevator doors on both sides have also been blown down.

This stairwell and elevator room on the first floor are full of zombie entrails and limbs.

We also resisted the disgusting smell and hurriedly walked over, not wanting to take another look.

Luckily, there are no flies here, otherwise, I don't know how disgusting it would be.

The fat man was waiting for me in the corridor on the first floor, giving me a sentry. I just grabbed the AK rifle and walked down.

This is still the same underneath, when it was almost the end, I used a flashlight to shine on the zombie in the cage, only to see this zombie was facing away from me, sitting in it motionless, fortunately this guy didn't run out, leave him alone.

Then I shone my flashlight around the basement again.

Below this, it's still the same as just now, there's nothing but the half of the door that was blown down by the fat grenade just now, under this.

And then there's my AK rifle. Seeing that there was no threat nearby, I walked over, picked up an AK rifle, slung it to my shoulder, and strode up.

The fat man saw that I had already got the gun, and hurriedly walked up to the second floor, because the first floor was indeed a bit disgusting here.

We also went to the second floor without a hitch, and the fire door here was still locked, and it was locked from the inside with a U-shaped anti-theft lock. But this time the fat man was quite reliable and brought a crowbar.

Picking this door lock can be regarded as a technology, although it is not an art, but there is still a trick.

Like this, there are two doors open to each other, and it is not possible to pry directly from the middle, there is no force point, and the force point is also scattered, which is not conducive to work.

And for this kind of fire door with two doors, the best place to pry is the hinge.

Close the door, embed the crowbar into the hinge and gently pry it, and the hinge will fall off.

Of course, our master of lockpicking, the fat man really picked this door lock in seconds.

"Bang Dang"

and the whole door fell.

"Be careful! There are zombies

in the back!" At this time, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a zombie in the back TMD just now, I don't know when I was killed by my AK rifle, but this has to be guarded against.

The fat man was also startled by my reminder, and hurriedly raised the iron rod to defend himself.

However, with the collapse of this door, there was no other sound on the second floor.

To live to see people, to die to see corpses, and to see zombies when they die, to see the corpses of zombies.

I was outside, I scanned it with a flashlight, and I didn't find any zombie corpses, so I was almost 100% sure that there were still zombies in here, at least one.

At this time, the fat man walked in and shone the black liquid on the ground, and some minced meat. Said

: "It seems that I was hit by you, but it doesn't seem to have been killed!"

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