Apocalyptic Red Alert

Han Feng picked up the shell that had just fallen at the feet of the American soldier, and held the shell taken out from the bottom of the shelf with his other hand, and began to compare them.

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"It's so dark... I can't see it clearly..." Han Feng looked for a long time, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark environment.

Feeling the different temperatures of the two shells, Han Feng still shook his head.

It's winter now, even if there is a temperature difference, they will "stand on the same starting line" in less than two minutes.

Helpless, Han Feng had to ask Luna for help, "Luna, analyze and test whether these two bullets came from the same type of gun? Also, check the bullet holes on the wall again, are they made by our people?"

"Okay, Captain Han, the test is in progress, please wait..."

Two seconds later, the system test results "came out", and Luna responded, "Report to Captain Han, the two shells under monitoring do not belong to the same type of gun. One of the shells is a 60 machine gun, and the other shell belongs to an assault rifle."

"In addition, the bullet holes on the wall were not made by Red Alert soldiers."

"..."

"Ding Ding Ding..."

After listening to Luna's test report, Han Feng remained silent and dropped the shell in his hand...

"Assault rifle..." Han Feng muttered these four words, and suddenly remembered the arsenal...

In every arsenal he encountered, assault rifles accounted for the highest proportion. Obviously... there is also an equipment warehouse in this city.

"Report to Captain Han, all the zombies inside the supermarket have been cleared." Suddenly, just as Han Feng lowered his head and pondered, Luna's report came to his mind.

"Oh?" He looked up, and sure enough, the surroundings were extremely quiet, without the roar of zombies or the sound of machine guns.

"Let the mobilized soldiers come in and search to see if there is anything worth collecting and loading and taking away." After a casual sentence, Han Feng walked out of the supermarket. No one knows... how big a storm was set off in his heart at this time.

Standing at the door of the supermarket, Han Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and scanned the devastated city.

A few seconds later, Han Feng said to Luna, "Luna, turn on the radar scan."

That's right, now Han Feng wants to "take the initiative and take the initiative"! As long as the radar scans a living human, he can "follow the clues" to find the opponent's stronghold.

"Report to Captain Han, turn on the radar to scan the surrounding five kilometers, it requires one hundred gold coins, please confirm."

"Confirm the scan."

"Okay, Captain Han, the radar is scanning, please wait..." Two seconds later, Luna continued, "Report to Captain Han, the radar scan is complete."

"Have you found any survivors?" Han Feng asked immediately.

"Report to the Han team, no survivors were found within the range of the radar scan."

"What about the supply boxes? Have you found any supply boxes?"

"No..."

"Huh..." Han Feng exhaled a puff of "smoke", shook his head gently, and said to himself, "Wait a little longer..."

More than 20 minutes later, several American soldiers walked out of the supermarket and came to Han Feng to report the situation.

After understanding, all the food in this supermarket was taken away by the other party. Ye Yan didn't even leave a bottle of drinking water and beverages.

All that was left for Han Feng was shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste, toothbrush and other things...

Watching boxes of daily detergents being loaded onto the car from a distance, Han Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Go home." After seeing all the Red Alert soldiers pedaling, Han Feng issued an order to return.

Four hours later, Han Feng led the convoy back to the zinc mine.

Today's operation was considered "in vain", and the food brought back was very little.

"Put the goods in the warehouse." After parking the car, Han Feng said to Luna in his mind, "Luna, let the engineers repair the warehouse and patch up all the holes."

"Okay, Captain Han."

After the communication, Han Feng got out of the car and walked towards the color steel house.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was just after five o'clock in the afternoon... It was still early.

Han Feng, sitting on the bed, was smoking and dazed, and his mind was full of the scene behind the shelf. Unconsciously, Han Feng's mind began to "simulate" the situation at that time...

The cry for help mixed with the laughter of the men around her and the blood on the ground drew a period of her life.

"Fuck!..." After a few minutes, Han Feng, who ended the simulation fantasy, couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"James! James! Come here!" Without hesitation, Han Feng called the spy directly.

"Okay, Captain Han! Immediately!"

That's right, Han Feng decided to send out spies to investigate this matter! Of course... The more important thing is to investigate the affairs of other survivors.

As the ancients said-how can others snore beside the bed!

It's fine if I didn't know at the beginning, but now that I know, I can't just ignore it.

"Report to Captain Han! I'm here! What's the matter?!" Dozens of seconds later, James, panting, appeared at the door of Han Feng's bedroom.

"Another group of survivors appeared in the city. It is not known whether they will pose a threat to us..." After a pause, Han Feng looked into James' eyes and continued, "I need you to find them, get in, and get intelligence."

"No problem, Captain Han! Where are they?" James agreed when he heard that he had a mission and asked about their specific location.

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"Don't be surprised. I just found some traces of survivors, but I haven't had any contact with them." At this point, Han Feng found James' expression somewhat intriguing...

"Why... is it very difficult?"

"No, it doesn't matter. I'll find it myself when the time comes." James laughed and made an exaggerated expression, indicating that he was capable of this task.

"That's good. Now you go and prepare. You will go to the city with us tomorrow. You will need to act alone when the time comes..."

"No problem, Captain Han~"

Seeing the spy with a relaxed look, Han Feng hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Luna will hand over today's situation to you later. Okay~ You go down and prepare."

"Okay, Captain Han, I'll leave first." After saying that, James closed Han Feng's door before leaving.

"Luna, play the scene at that time directly to James, so that he can be prepared."

"Okay, Captain Han."

After giving instructions, Han Feng took out another cigarette and lit it... Until now, Han Feng still couldn't figure it out or guess it. How did this abuser manage to commit violence in a closed environment full of zombies?

Time flies, and an hour has passed.

"Brother Han, come out for dinner~"

"Okay~ right away!" Responding to Wei Peng outside the door, Han Feng got up from the bed and walked towards the restaurant.

After dinner, Han Feng went out for a walk as usual.

As soon as he left the color steel house, Han Feng saw that the new arsenal had been built. And a circle of walls had been built around it for protection. Around the walls, there were several Red Alert soldiers on guard.

"Captain Han!" When they walked to the door of the equipment warehouse, the two mobilized soldiers in charge of guarding saluted and greeted.

"Thank you for your hard work." Patting the two on the shoulders, Han Feng stepped inside.

Opening the door, Han Feng saw several light bulbs hanging on the roof. Seeing this, Han Feng sighed in his heart at the engineer's meticulousness... and added questions that he had not thought of.

Scanning the boxes of weapons in the arsenal, Han Feng asked Luna, "Luna, are all the weapons and ammunition here?"

"Yes, Captain Han, all the weapons and ammunition produced in the barracks last night are here. And the weapons we collected before are also put here."

"Hmm..." While responding to Luna, Han Feng walked towards a row of 60 light machine guns neatly placed on the ground... These are the weapons left behind by the American soldiers who died before.