The end of the world starts from the zombies

Chapter 153 Syringe

The woman hugged her baby and her husband hugged each other.

Frightened by the zombies, the uneasiness on their faces has not faded away, and the middle-aged people who took the lead among them are nervously arranging matters.

Originally, this group of people was planning to leave the hotel one after another within three days, and then follow the route to the city hall.

Now they encountered such a change, a strong and unreasonable zombie made their desire to leave even more urgent.

People come and go, and everything is returning to order.

"Are you back?" The middle-aged man who held Su Cong before noticed him, "The situation is very dangerous now. The strength of the zombie has far exceeded what we can handle."

"So", the middle-aged man paused, "The plan can only be advanced."

"Well," Su Cong nodded, looking at the people in front of him, "It's time to advance, we can't guarantee what will happen next, the situation is very bad."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he paused, "We have already decided to leave tomorrow."

"But," he hesitated, "someone just said that before we leave, we need to send someone to watch the zombie and know where it is going."

"Have you confirmed the quota?" Su Cong turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"It's the young man named Zhang Hui, the old official has already called him over." The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed to Zhang Hui who was setting off for the stairs.

"He's a good candidate," Su Cong said weakly, and then he continued, "In this case, I'll go and have a look."

Although only one person in charge of watching the zombies is enough, the middle-aged man does not have the right to restrict Su Cong's personal freedom. After a while, Su Cong returned along the same road.

In the stairs, he moved his steps downwards, the sound of 'booming' smashing was coming from below, and it was deafening when it touched the pinna.

With a subtle mentality, Su Cong returned to the position on the nineteenth floor, and went to the place where he lived before, and took out a steel stick-shaped object from it.

If you stand close and observe, you will find that this shiny steel rod is actually a needle barrel, and there is a very long needle point in front of it.

The entire syringe is a full [-] centimeters long, and it looks very huge. It doesn't seem to be used by humans, but more like it is used to deal with beasts.

"What is this?" This was Su Cong's reaction when he saw it for the first time. A few days before discussing with Liu Qing, he took several people to the upper floor and put the edible zombie meat inside. All transported and processed.

Among the piles of abandoned pistols, he found this thing.

When he saw it, he realized that this syringe was not ordinary.

The piston handle that seems to be pierced in actually has a certain amount of space, that is to say, there is still some residual liquid in it.

So he brought it back.

Apart from the two corpses in the room, through the waste paper inside and the equipment on the corpses, Su Cong was sure that the owner here was not ordinary.

So, if this thing exists there, it should be useful. It is very likely that it is an anesthetic used to deal with zombies.

This guess belonged to Su Cong's intuition, but he felt that the facts should be similar.

"I hope it will be useful." After muttering a little, Su Cong took the syringe, pulled up the handle of the plunger, and walked downstairs.

As he moved step by step, the banging sound became louder.

Finally, he met Zhang Hui in the corridor.

When Su Cong put his hand on his shoulder, Zhang Hui was taken aback.

After realizing that the person behind him was an accomplice, Zhang Hui immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Cong, what are you doing down here?"

Su Cong didn't respond to his words, "Did you see any different movements?"

Zhang Hui shook his head, "This zombie looks very abnormal, its physical strength is like a monster, and it looks very violent."

Along the half-open fire door, Su Cong also looked in.

The red body was hitting the wall beside it with a fist.

Under the knocking, the huge wall trembled continuously, paintings were scattered around him, and the heads and bodies of several corpses had been separated.

This picture has a surging sense of danger.

Su Cong slowly took out the syringe in his hand, his eyes focused on the position of the needle tube.

Attracted by Su Cong's actions, Zhang Hui immediately looked over, "What is this?"

"I don't know, I found it at the cannibal gang," Su Cong said weakly, his eyes flickering slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Maybe this is for anesthesia?" Zhang Hui's first reaction was the same as Su Cong's.

Su Cong stopped what he was doing suddenly, and looked at him, "How about we try?"

"try what?"

"Use this needle," Su Cong carefully held the needle, "stick it to that zombie."

Zhang Hui looked a little choked, "You mean, use this needle with unknown effect to prick that zombie?"

He looked at Su Cong with an incomprehensible look, "Brother Cong, you are talking nonsense, I dare not go."

Hearing this rejection, Su Cong took it for granted and didn't take it seriously. "I have to try. If you don't go, I will try. You stay here and don't move."

Hearing these words, Zhang Hui couldn't hold back himself, and looked at Su Cong like a lunatic, "Brother Cong is not messing around now, you should calm down and think again."

Su Cong ignored him, stepped over the figure in front of him, and crossed the narrow threshold in a few steps.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Hui called him hastily, "From my brother's point of view, you are also a gentleman. I used to exercise more than you, so let me do it."

"Are you sure?" Su Cong knew that Zhang Hui was telling the truth and couldn't help but look back at him.

Zhang Hui nodded, "I observed for a while, and found that although this zombie is ridiculously strong, it seems to be blind, and it doesn't respond to other people's attacks."

He continued, "It just looks dangerous, as long as I pay attention, it's not life-threatening."

Su Cong's plan was exactly the same as his.

In the end, Zhang Hui tiptoed across the threshold with the long and thick syringe.

The tyrannical posture of the zombies in front of him is in front of him, and it is getting closer and closer to him.

After a little observation, Zhang Hui found that this zombie's attack has a characteristic, that is, it is one-sided when it smashes things, and it will not stop its fixed attack until it smashes something to pieces.

It was also because of this that he was not so nervous.

With seven years of basketball experience and the frequent top three in sprints in the sports meeting, he has a flexible figure, and he was four meters away from Liu Qing in no time.

Trotting all the way, starting from a safe distance, planning a safe route, he came behind Liu Qing.

After confirming the trajectory of the movement and the direction in which the syringe was fired, he supported one end of the syringe with both hands, and quickly plunged into the zombie's buttocks, while pressing down the piston handle with the other hand.

(End of this chapter)