Apocalypse Call Red Alert

Chapter 12 Fatty Zhang

Until sitting in the car, Zhang Hao was still in a dazed state.

He stared blankly at A Nuo in the passenger seat, completely lost the momentum he had when scolding Li Ming earlier.

With a huge body and a height of nearly two meters, Arnold sat in the co-pilot position of the car, making the space extremely crowded.

And his domineering attire and the AK with the cold light in his hand can make people shudder.

Zhang Hao was completely overwhelmed by Arnold, and he didn't dare to move while sitting in the back seat.

Wang Peng frowned.

It's hard, it's hard.

For the sake of safety, the windows of the car were closed, and Wang Peng did not dare to turn on the air conditioner when he was not sure about the fuel supply.

He was already sweating profusely in his thick clothes.

What's more uncomfortable is that there is a burning smell in the car.

Zhang Hao's movements are very sensitive, but after all, it is a combat-use Molotov cocktail produced by the Soviet Union in Red Alert.

The high-temperature flame burned nearly half of Zhang Hao's hair, and several blisters were also burned on his chubby arms.

Wang Peng felt pain just looking at it, but Zhang Hao didn't seem to care.

To be exact, the confusion and fear in his heart had made him temporarily forget the physical pain.

Wang Peng knew Zhang Hao, but Zhang Hao did not know Wang Peng.

Today's young people like to use the Internet most in their spare time.

There is an Internet cafe near the apartment building, which is Wang Peng's daily patron.

When he surfs the Internet on weekdays, he always sees this bluffing fat man.

Wang Peng didn't know what kind of guy this guy was in real life, but he still had a good impression of this fat guy who always yelled in the game.

Because this fat man has many friends.

It's really a lot.

Wang Peng is a somewhat taciturn person. He is not pretending to be lofty, but because of his parents' experience when he was a child, which made him feel a little inferior. Although he wanted to make more friends, he retreated because he was afraid of losing.

Because of this, when seeing Zhang Hao always responding to everything, Wang Peng couldn't help being a little envious of this ugly little fat man, and thus remembered the nickname his friends called him.

"Fatty Zhang".

"Anything to eat?"

Wang Peng, who was holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, kept his eyes fixed. "There's food in the schoolbag on the back seat."

"Ah!" Zhang Hao nodded quickly, looked at the schoolbag beside him, hesitated for a while and did not move. "That...you are?"

Like Tian Yue before, after getting out of danger, Zhang Hao's attention was also focused on the conscript A Nuo.

"It doesn't matter who we are anymore." Wang Peng didn't explain much, because it was unnecessary. "I'll find a safe place to settle you in a while, and then it's up to you."

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, then hummed.

Wang Peng had already decided to act alone before, and it was only because of acquaintances that he saved Zhang Hao. After all, he and Zhang Hao were not very close.

For Zhang Hao, although Wang Peng and A Nuo saved his life, he felt a little uneasy when he was driving on the road and saw the sight of the end of the road.

Compared with moving cars, he still feels that thick reinforced concrete can give people a sense of security.

Wang Peng was very excited to see the burning of zombies before, but he was somewhat disappointed when he saw the results.

21 money, this is the amount of money Wang Peng currently holds.

The blazing flames actually only burned to death a dozen zombies, although this was far more than Wang Peng's previous estimate.

Although the skin and fat can be burned, the blood and moisture of the human body can also put out the flames. To deal with zombies, unless the brain is destroyed, the entire body must be burned into slag.

The results that a Molotov cocktail can produce are just that.

The sky was completely dark.

The street lamps on both sides of the road came on one by one, illuminating the whole city.

Although the outbreak of the zombie virus has paralyzed the entire city, automated facilities like street lights have not been affected in a short period of time.

Wang Peng parked the car in the middle of the road, took out his mobile phone and opened the Gaode map.

Fortunately, when he first came to Changsha, he downloaded an offline map of Changsha to prevent himself from getting lost, because he was not familiar with the place and his personality made it difficult to make friends. After all, the taxi fare is not cheap.

However, Wang Peng has always been very careful, there is no possibility of getting lost, and the map has never come in handy. I didn't expect that one day it would be really useful.

In the case of no signal at all, a set of offline maps is quite useful.

He quickly found his target, a PetroChina gas station.

Fuel is a necessity for driving a car, and it is also the most precious resource in any film and television works or doomsday novels.

Although the meter showed that there was still more than half of the remaining fuel, Wang Peng still used to plan ahead.

"Is there a signal?"

Seeing Wang Peng take out his mobile phone, Zhang Hao's eyes lit up and he asked expectantly.

Wang Peng shook his head.

It would be great if there is a signal, at least I can know how my sister is doing now...

Zhang Hao's eyes dimmed.

"What happened...why did it become like this?"

Wang Peng couldn't help being silent.

He also wanted to know what happened.

There was no news report at all before, and the zombie virus suddenly broke out without warning, followed by the interruption of all network signals, and I also got a red alarm system inexplicably.

But right now is not the time to worry about these things, even if they figure it out, the zombie crisis cannot be resolved immediately, and my sister who is far away in Chengdu will not be safe!

The gas station is here...

Looking at the gas station by the street from a distance, Wang Peng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

At the entrance of the gas station, there was a large truck. The front of the truck crashed into the wall next to the service station. Under the illumination of the street lights, several zombies could be vaguely seen wandering around the truck.

This is a gas station, even if Wang Peng is an idiot, he knows that shooting is absolutely prohibited here.

In melee combat, Arnold can deal with two or three zombies at the same time, but the number of zombies at the gas station obviously exceeds this number.

If the trick is to use the horn to draw them out...

Wang Peng couldn't help frowning and looked at a tall building in the distance.

The map showed that it was a logistics company, and the heavy trucks at the gas station probably came from there.

If the horn is pressed, it will be difficult to attract the zombies in the logistics company.

The map shows that this is the nearest gas station. Although the next gas station is only a few 10 minutes away by car, there are many residential buildings around.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Peng looked at A Nuo, then gritted his teeth.

"Damn! This vote is done!"

How can I go to Chengdu to find my sister when there are less than 10 zombies? !
(End of this chapter)