The oath of rebirth in the last days does not form a team

At noon the next day, Linden returned to Tianming Base.

When the counting officer saw his truckload of rice, his jaw almost dropped in shock.As far as they know, all the rice warehouses are basically occupied by corpses. The number of zombies nearby is so alarming that a single team dare not go forward rashly. Only convoys dare to go to those places to collect supplies.

Unless all the zombies there were cleared, without anyone helping to attract the attention of the zombies, how could one person move a truckful of rice under the constant siege of the corpses? This was obviously impossible.

Lin Deng carried Niu Niu out of the car, and stuffed it into the hands of a staff member casually, "I picked it up." Without waiting for the staff to respond, he took the submachine gun and the bullet box distributed by the base and entered the weapons management office. .

"I lost a short gun, and half of the bullets are left." Lin Deng put the things in his hands in front of the middle-aged uncle.

"You don't need to pay for the first mission, but if you lose it next time, you have to get points to pay for it." The middle-aged uncle reached out and took the short gun, unloaded the remaining bullets in the gun, and handed it to the man behind him. Staff, "Put it in Warehouse No. [-]."

The staff member nodded, picked up the bullet box on the side and went out through the small door.

"Well, I see, where can I buy weapons next time?" Linden asked.

The middle-aged uncle gave him a surprised look, "A gun costs at least [-] points." This new kid has only gone out once, so how could he have points to buy it?

"Well, it's not expensive."

"Go to area C to change, in that direction," the middle-aged uncle pointed in the direction, and looked at Lin Deng with interest, "It seems that you have achieved a good result this time?"

Linden twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's okay."

At this time, the counting personnel came in and handed the form in their hands to Linden, "Check if the quantity is correct, and sign if it is correct."

Rice, 25 kg/bag, 120 bags, 48000 points Lin Deng took the pen, glanced at the amount, and signed his name readily.

The middle-aged uncle stood by and glanced at it for a while, and immediately widened his eyes, "The boy is alone...that's awesome."

It is well known how precious rice is now. There is not much rice stored in the base, and even the elites in the West District may not be able to eat delicious rice every meal.

Public canteens only serve rice twice a week, and at other times, you have to find a way to buy it yourself.

The counting staff handed Linden a light green card, "This is a free meal card, and you don't need to spend points when you go to public cafeterias in the future."

The existence of this meal card is to encourage everyone to collect more rice, and only a certain number of people can get it.

In the future, you don’t need to spend money on meals, and it’s so cool to think about it.

All the formalities have been completed, and Linden is a little tired. He hasn't had much rest these days. He is yawning so sleepy now, thinking that he will make do with sleep in the East District tonight, and then go to the West District to buy a house tomorrow.

Without a car, he could only go to the public parking lot and take a bus back to the residential area.

"Hey, your child..." Seeing Lin Deng come out, the staff quickly chased after him with the child in their arms.

Linden frowned, turned around and waited for him to come close, but he didn't reach out to take the crying baby in the staff's arms.

"It's not mine, you guys find a way to find him an adopter."

"Really don't want it?" The staff asked again uncertainly.

Lin Deng ignored him, turned around and strode away without looking back.

The staff patted Niu Niu, who was hiccupping from crying, and muttered softly, "This child is very cute, I will take it if I don't want it."

***

When returning to the residential building.

The fat man was still sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and when he saw Linden coming back, he just snorted in a low-confidence manner. Now he was about to have a psychological shadow on Linden.

Damn it, why is this plague god back!

Linden didn't even bother to look at him, and walked upstairs with drooping eyelids.

On the stairs, Linden met the man with glasses again.

This time the man in glasses didn't take the initiative to say anything, he just pushed his glasses and walked past Linden.

Lin Deng rubbed the space between his brows, and his steps quickened a bit. For some reason, the more he got here, the more sleepy he felt.

When I got to the room, I basically fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed.

Lin Deng had a dream, a very strange dream. In the dream, Ge Nan stood a few steps away from him and kept smiling at him. The smile was very bright, even dazzling.Lin Deng kept retreating, but no matter how he retreated, Ge Nan kept the few steps away from him from the beginning to the end.

Lin Deng's thinking suddenly became chaotic. He took out the Explosive Sand Eagle and frantically pulled the trigger on Ge Nan's head. There were explosions one after another, but it was useless. Ge Nan was like an image, shattered. , slowly assembled together, then broken, and then assembled——

Linden's palms were covered in cold sweat, his fingers trembled endlessly, and he couldn't even hold the gun. Ge Nan's smile gradually took on some irony, and then he floated closer and closer like a ghost. In his field of vision, he kept zooming in... zooming in...

Lin Deng opened his eyes abruptly, his heart was still beating at a high rate, and it took him a while to calm down.

He wiped his face and sweat from his hands, but... Ge Nan, why did he dream of Ge Nan? ! !

He's dead, there's no way he'll survive!Yes, impossible.

At the same time, the brain issued a command, and with the sound of metal clashing, the arsenal page was displayed in Linden's window.

Move your eyes down, bottom right corner - Gold Arsenal button, Citrine Quantity: 0

zero? ! ! !How could it be zero, he clearly killed that zombie, a high-level zombie more powerful than Dila, but why is it zero! !

So he's not dead? !Should I call him Ge Nan or Xin Ming? !

At this moment, the sharp and piercing siren sounded, and the entire base suddenly became brightly lit in an instant!

It's still around one o'clock in the middle of the night. Usually, the base will not be powered on at this time. Something important must have happened.

In the last days, there are only one or two important things.

Linden turned off the arsenal, jumped out of bed and went to the window.

The big screen in the central square lit up, and what appeared on the screen was a pale middle-aged man, who yelled like crazy, "The tide of zombies is coming, let me get all the guns to the base entrance Come on, the circuit of the power grid is destroyed, it is impossible to..."

Before he finished speaking, the screen shook for a while, and then went completely black.

Some of the people who rushed to the square were still wearing pajamas, and some didn’t even have time to change their shoes. They ran out in slippers. The sound of brakes came and went. In just ten minutes, the periphery of the central square was blocked by cars. It's too tight.

On the top floor of the General Affairs Building, several staff members looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Oops, the signal is interrupted!"

"Someone hacked into our monitoring system and destroyed all the monitoring devices."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and everyone's attention was attracted.

Dr. Wu appeared at the door of the office with several researchers, "What's going on?"

"Old Wu, we have no way of knowing what's going on outside."

"Old Wu, the situation seems to be not good."

"Some people in the square are inciting everyone to evacuate."

"The situation seems to be out of control, and the control team can't control these lunatics at all."

Dr. Wu put a serious face on his face, and said coldly, "Let all the control team go to support the entrance of the base, don't bother here, some people want to leave, we can't stop them."

Those who can survive in the last days are all desperadoes. They can do anything to survive. In the past, when the peace was peaceful, the control team could suppress them. Now that the base is in chaos, they will not listen to the base at all. arrange.

Just when everyone was in a state of desperation, a young man in a red vest ran into the office panting, and once again poured hot oil on everyone's hearts, "He, they are starting to snatch the guns from the controllers!"

All the residents in the base are not allowed to bring guns into the base, but there are some well-connected ones who still have a few guns hidden around them, which just come in handy now.

This is why weapons must be turned in when entering the base, because once they have weapons, some people will be very restless, and it will be difficult to maintain the peace of the base.

There are good and bad people in the base, and there are all kinds of people. You can't imagine what some people will do in the next moment.

Dr. Wu's complexion became even uglier. He pressed his forehead and sat down on the black leather sofa wearily. There is no one in charge of the base, and the dragons have no leader. As a researcher of the matter, he has nothing to do.

"Let them go, I'm old and I can't control this."

"Old Wu..."

***

Linden took out the mask and black windbreaker from the warehouse, and after putting them on, he jumped out of the window and flew all the way to the central square.

The square has become a mess, and the panicked survivors scurry around like headless flies.

The piercing sirens have been echoing over the base, and the control team members in red vests have been fighting with the survivors.

Occasionally, there will be a few gunshots, and after that, there will be a series of screams, roars, someone yelling, and even the hoarse cry of a child. All the sounds are intertwined together to form a song from hell. 'Song of the Dead'——The dim moonlight, the death that cannot be illuminated and swayed...

If you are not united at this time, are you waiting to die?

Linden climbed onto the roof and took aim at a small group instigating the crowd with a blaster hawk.

There was a bang, blood mist filled the air, some people were blown to pieces, some just fell to the ground holding their broken arms and kept screaming——

The whole square fell silent instantly, and everyone turned their attention to the masked man on the roof of the bus.

"Now, everyone go to the base to support, otherwise, I will blow you all to death here, and no one can evacuate alive!"

Most of the people in the square had no weapons in their hands, and all they could do was submit, but everyone looked at each other, and no one wanted to be that early bird.

Suguang captain Ma Dingwu decisively cut through the crowd, took his team members into several black cars, and galloped towards the entrance of the base.

Xia Hui looked at the direction in which the cars were leaving and sneered, "That idiot Ma Dingwu started pretending again."

CIci eagerly urged, "Captain, let's go too, the base needs us!!"

"What's the hurry?" Xia Hui smiled with his mouth crooked, walked to the front of the bus and gave a thumbs up to the masked man on the roof, then turned around and yelled at the hesitant crowd, " A group of XX raised, why are you still staring blankly, waiting to be the ration of zombies?!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone in the square started to move, but there were too many people, everyone squeezed me, I squeezed yours, no one could get to the periphery of the square, let alone find out where their car was.

Linden fired another shot into the sky, and when they looked over, he immediately shouted, "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate, what are you squeezing?!"

After a brief silence, there was another gunshot, and a bullet flew towards Linden's head silently.

Long before the bullet was fired, Linden felt a metallic texture being aimed at, almost an intuition, and the moment the bullet was fired, he fell down and narrowly avoided the bullet.

Because of the gunshot, the crowd rioted again.

Linden squinted his eyes and looked coldly at a residential building behind him. The gun in his hand pointed at the roof of that building accurately while turning around.

The man seemed to want to shoot again, his fingers moved slightly, and the bullet was loaded, but before he could pull the trigger, he was hit in the head by an explosive bullet, and his whole body turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

In a blue car on the outskirts of the square, Tang Jun, the deputy captain of the Butterfly Squad, looked at the cloud of blood mist on the roof, and couldn't help sighing, "Doesn't he even need to aim?"

"A real sharpshooter does not rely on his eyes to aim, but relies on his strong estimation ability." Ruan Yu bent his lips and smiled softly. "It should be said that when he was about to turn around, he had already 'aimed' at the target."