Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 118 Ghost Hit the Wall

"Let everyone be ready to fight at any time."

He Gang walked forward for a while, and he felt very uneasy. This uneasiness and the dizziness that caused vomiting came up like a tide.

The surrounding storefronts are already quite Chinese.

Shaxian snacks.

Braised Chicken and Rice.

Haidilao.

Chongqing Malatang.

Lanzhou noodles.

Lanzhou noodles?

He Gang suddenly shuddered.

They seemed to have passed a Lanzhou Ramen shop just now, and it was on the same side road.

Living flesh and blood wriggled and tangled on the surrounding roadside.

"We seem to have passed this kind of shop just now."

He Gang pointed to the signboard of Lanzhou Ramen to Diana who was sitting next to her.

Different from Lanzhou ramen in China, where you can feel the breath of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau blowing in your face at a glance, the sign of this ramen restaurant is a cartoon character leaning over a big pot and stirring something, and another cartoon character is pulling the noodles.

"nausea."

Diana frowned, and the mantra lasso hanging around her waist glowed golden.

Under the influence of this light, He Gang seemed to be being tortured, and the dizziness disappeared.

He looked at the sign again.

Which is a cartoon character.

It was clearly two rotten corpses stitched together with extremely crude techniques. The pot was filled with internal organs soaked in blood, and the other one was not noodles, but human blood vessels and intestines.

Several big red lanterns were hung under this strange sign, swaying with the wind, and the surrounding shadows began to squirm as if alive.

Look at the street again.The signboards of other shops were probably also polluted, turning into some kind of weird and disgusting portraits.

The two planar fragments suddenly moved.

Although very subtle.

Before He Gang could even react, a steaming bowl of Lanzhou noodles filled with blood for soup, intestines and stomach for noodles, and heart for shame was placed on the hood of the car.

"boom--"

The flames instantly ignited the entire store.

The flames jumping under the haze are like dancing Maori.

"Keep moving forward. Although these things are weird, they are not very dangerous."

He Gang put away his wand, he issued an order,

"For every ten crusaders there must be at least one monk, don't get out of the car, don't talk, don't look out of the window for anyone but the driver, and most importantly, don't touch, eat, drink anything that suddenly appears in front of you, Food, drink."

Each vehicle had two drivers, all of whom were selected from high-level units of the Pioneering Legion. Each vehicle had two magic fairies in the cab and cargo compartment, and at least fifteen layers of defensive spells had been applied to the body.

And each vehicle has a fixed vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun.

It can be said that even if this team does not have the high combat effectiveness of Hancock and Diana, even if it encounters platinum pollution, it is not without strength.

But until now after entering Flushing, I haven't seen a physical shadow of filth.

Maybe it's all conceptual filth that gathers here.

That would be bad.

In this case, it is necessary to rely on the purification skills of the monks to protect the combat capabilities of the army.

The convoy moved on again.

Accompanied by the sound of rumbling engines, the shops that had been completely deserted on both sides seemed to be bustling again, and the lights of each shop were turned on.

But the flesh and blood piled on the road like pink foam pouring out of sewage pipes are still squirming.

Wherever the convoy passed, there were countless whispers.

No matter how carefully you listen, you can't hear what these voices are saying.

Walked for about half an hour.

There are still shops and shops on both sides, or low illegal buildings.

He Gangqiang cheered up.

He felt something was wrong.

Not far ahead is a fork in the road.

Shops on either side...

McDonald's.

Tang Restaurant.

Japanese food.

Shaxian snacks.

Braised Chicken and Rice.

Haidilao.

Chongqing Malatang.

And—the convoy stopped again, Hancock slammed the car door open, his muscles tensed and his strength ready to go—

A piece of burned ruins, and... a signboard that is almost exactly the same as the one I saw just now, the Lanzhou Ramen signboard!
It's just that the two spooky monsters that had been working separately on the ground now stand up. Their facial features are not regular at all. One eye is on the forehead and the other is on the chin. Ears grow in a pile.

The two monsters seemed to be still dead, standing in the signboard, staring at Hancock who got out of the car.

Those two pairs of chilling, white and swollen eyes, the pupils have been slack and without any spirit, but the mouth smiled exaggeratedly.

"Bring me the map."

The accompanying magical fairy Fei swayed in the air, holding a roll of maps and handing them to He Gang.

"Here...here, and then here..."

He just glanced at it and started to sweat,

"According to the map, we can reach the destination in an hour and a half at our slowest speed, but we have only walked a third of the way now, and it is clear that there is only one main road, but we seem to be...circling?"

He Gang looked up again to confirm.

This is indeed the storefront he set on fire just now, the ashes on the ground are still hot, and black smoke is billowing.

The pungent smell of burning plastic hits the face.

"Can you fly up and see the road conditions here?"

"It's very difficult. The risk factor of taking off here is no less than in Alaska. Something is changing the rules here."

Hancock shook his head in response.

In some areas, any life form that is too far off the ground is a very dangerous act.

"That can't be helped."

He Gang frowned, and he said through the walkie-talkie,
"Stand by and wait for the number of people to be counted, and then disperse in small groups. Deploy a sufficient amount of bombs on any buildings you can see, and then set the detonation time for half an hour, and gather here after completion."

"When you count people, you must be absolutely accurate."

He said to the magical fairies who were traveling with him in the car.

Three little things flew away chattering.

"This situation is very similar to the saying in China that the ghost hits the wall."

He Gang explained to Diana and Hancock,

"Since that thing wants to use these buildings to stop us, then I'll just blow up the whole place. If it doesn't work, I'll just use conventional warhead-loaded missiles to blow it up."

This is indeed the easiest way.

There is no need to demolish the whole of Flushing, as long as all the nearby buildings are turned into ruins so that they cannot block the view.

"There was thunder on every side."

said Diana, and she looked at Hancock,

"Did you hear that?"

"I thought it was an earthquake."

The latter nodded.

He Gang scratched his ears.

He didn't hear it.

"I've heard something like that before."

Hancock looked solemn. He looked around. The crusaders who dispersed were carrying a large amount of explosives.

He says,

"It is the great heart, the heart of Issos."

(End of this chapter)