Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

Who in this world is not a criminal?Those who expel me without reason are equally guilty! ... I am different from other people, and there is no more obvious fact than this!I've tried so hard to fit in, but I'm still an oddity!Why can't I just be myself?

—Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

The sky in the city is surprisingly clear, the blue sky is cloudless, and it looks empty and far away.

But when the screen moved down, it was another scene.

The tall buildings and buildings lined up are as silent as a tomb, only occasionally a few barking dogs can be heard, which spread far away in emptiness.

There are cracks in disrepair everywhere on the road, and weeds with tenacious vitality grow wildly in the cracks.

Three vehicles shuttled among them one by one, with the Grand Cherokee leading the way, followed by a medium-sized passenger car, a modified Hummer at the rear, and slowly driving through the dilapidated and deserted streets.

It's just that no matter how high or low these cars were originally, they all looked like they had just been dug out of a junkyard.The car body was full of bullet holes and scratches, covered with a thick layer of mud, in a messy shape, and bumped and bumped on the potholed road.

The tires occasionally ran over a few scorched, withered limbs and broken bones, and the car drove at a speed of less than 80 yards with a "clang" sound, causing people in the car to jump up and down, their faces pale.

On the back seat of the Hummer, a young boy with glasses and delicate features was chanting with his eyes closed. A sudden "dangerous peak" shook him into the air, and he hurriedly let out an exclamation. His whole body was like a weak face. The bag fell on the lap of the woman next to her who was holding a gun and closed her eyes to rest her mind.

The woman had a cropped head, and was only wearing an army green racer vest on her upper body. The exposed wheat-colored skin wrapped her tight and hard muscles.

She supported the boy with her strong arms, opened her eyes, and there was still blood stains on her face that hadn't been wiped clean.

The woman's face was full of anger, and she said "Tsk" impatiently: "Take it easy."

The boy's entire face was flushed with blood, and he quickly got up and sat down, holding his arms as quietly as a chicken.

The driver was at the front and said obediently: "I'm sorry, Miss Mang, I, I should pay more attention..."

Du Mang glanced at the young boy and asked, "Xiucai, what are you muttering about?"

Xiu Cai raised his head, pushed his glasses and said seriously: "I'm calculating the probability of all of us being accepted by Qingbai District."

There was a silence in the car.

Du Mang closed his eyes again, leaned back on the chair, "How many?"

The scholar said: "It should be between 55% and 60%."

Du Mang smiled and said, "It's more than half, it's good."

Three years ago, a terrifying virus that could turn people into cannibals and was highly contagious first broke out in an international metropolis on the southeast coast of China. The hastily established defense line has caused the world to fall.

So far, no agency or organization has come out to claim this virus, but on the second day of the International Confirmation of Virus Outbreak Day, someone sent an anonymous email to the mailboxes of heads of state around the world.

TA named this virus E virus, Evolution, and politely greeted at the end of the email:

Please give my regards to all mankind.

In the past three years, no scientific research institution has been able to develop an effective method against the E virus. The name evolution is more like a sad joke.

Three years is enough time for human society to collapse and destroy, and the bustling city has become a deserted island. The surviving people struggled against the wind and established settlements of various sizes, keeping the last fire and hope of mankind.

In the face of the harsh situation of shortage of resources and lack of medicine, the natural law of "survival of the fittest and survival of the strong" irresistibly defeated the rules of human society.

The settlement where Du Mang and his party were located was attacked by a wave of infected people two days ago. There were more than 300 people in the medium-sized base, and only 48 people in these three vehicles escaped.

The survivors planned to go to Qingbai District, the largest settlement in East China. It was said that the leader of that base was related to their boss.

It's just that in today's world, it's bullshit to be related to relatives, and it's far less important than benefits.

Among the surviving people, some were injured, some were simple-minded but possessed brute strength, and some had good brains but poor physical strength, and they were scumbags.They went to defect, not knowing how much labor and combat power they could bring to each other, and sharing resources was a real deal.

They may not all be accepted, and even those who are accepted are likely to be assigned as the vanguard to go out to sweep the city in search of resources. It is still unknown how long they can live.

This is normal, most bases do this, and they are not human rights organizations.

Scholar - whose name is Gao Xiaofeng, put down the pen and notebook in his hand, and secretly sighed.

He was one of those people who wasn't necessarily accepted.

Before the virus broke out, he was a programmer. Because of his spinal injury, he couldn’t do strenuous exercise. He still can’t lift his shoulders or lift his hands. If Du Mang hadn’t pulled him before he escaped, he would have been an infected person wandering around the city. one of them.

Now the whole city may not be able to find a computer in normal use, and his only advantage is mathematics.

But no matter how accurate the probability calculation is, if you can't carry a gun, you can't kill zombies, and you can't participate in the development of a vaccine for the E virus, so what's the use?

The car drove into the shadow cast by the skyscrapers, and the air was a few degrees lower. Gao Xiaofeng looked at the lush vegetation around him through the car window, and he could vaguely see infected people wandering around with their feet dragging.

After the evacuation of human beings, the city became the world of animals, plants and infected people. Since the virus can only infect humans, groups of wild dogs can often be seen circling the infected people in the reinforced concrete that has almost become a plant kingdom. spectacle.

It is also ironic that human beings were almost wiped out by the infected, but these living corpses became the rations of wild beasts.

He was staring blankly with his head blank, when suddenly the car body shook violently, the driver slammed on the brakes, Gao Xiaofeng rushed forward unexpectedly, his head slammed into the back of the front seat, staring at him immediately.

In the panic he heard the driver screaming in terror: "What!"

Gao Xiaofeng struggled to look up, and was facing a pair of muddy and rotten eyes——

An exclamation stuck in his throat abruptly.

I saw an infected person lying on the hood of their car in a distorted posture, with his head pressed against the front window of the car, and he happened to look at him affectionately.

The thing didn't move at all, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that its head was twisted 180 degrees, hanging entirely on its back, and a piece of blackened and rotten cervical spine poked out under the skin of its neck, which was as thin as an old newspaper bone.

Du Mang leaned forward and pinched the driver's shoulder, asking, "What's going on?"

"I, I don't know," the driver said incoherently, "Just now, suddenly, suddenly, something fell from the sky, and it hit it with a bang. This face of my mother is not scary to me, but also ugly to me. ..."

The car in front also noticed that something was wrong with their sudden stop. The intercom in the car rustled for a while, and a calm man's voice came from inside: "What's the matter?"

"Zombies from the sky," Du Mang held the gun and carefully looked around, "Boss, the situation is not too bad..."

Before she could utter the last word "yes", there was another muffled sound on the roof of the car. The impact was more violent than before and everyone in the car was shocked!

Du Mang quickly aimed his gun at the roof of the car, staring at the top with all his attention.And Gao Xiaofeng and the others in the car stared dumbfounded at the several guns protruding from the two cars in front of them, aiming at them in unison——

At this moment, a clear and clear male voice came from above the head:

"Friends! I am a friend! Brothers, don't panic!"

Three 10 minutes ago.

When Luo Cheng regained consciousness, the first thing he recovered was his sense of smell.

An indescribable stench filled his nostrils, causing him to open his eyes immediately, and saw a face that was so rotten that it was impossible to recognize, trying to dance close to him.

"Hey fuck me."

He swung a punch reflexively, and the unlucky thing that hadn't had time to open its bloody mouth was punched three meters away by him, and it hit the wall heavily. Sliding down the wall, I lay on the ground "hohohahaha" and couldn't get up.

The face of the unlucky bastard was smashed to pieces by him, one eyeball slipped out "guji", and the other eyeball was still moving.

Luo Cheng disgustedly wiped the mucus and minced meat on one side of the bed sheet, moved his wrist, and sat up from the ground.

He was in a bedroom that looked like a murder scene. The double bed was stained with a large amount of maroon blood, and the walls and curtains were also covered with blood. Looking through the broken window, he could see the dilapidated and charred tall building opposite.

[Brother Cheng—why do you have to work temporarily again——] 404's familiar wailing sounded in his mind.

While checking the environment, Luocheng greeted his portable system with ease: [Yo, long time no see Ah Si. 】

[Long time no see...ah! ] The system, which didn't dare to say nonsense in front of the host, swallowed the word back, remained quiet for a while, and said wearily, 【I hate working overtime. 】

Luo Cheng picked up the zombie lying on the ground and threw it out of the window. Seeing that the thing fell from a height of more than 20 floors and fell into a ball of flesh that was impossible to stand up, he retracted his head in satisfaction, [Well, I I hate working overtime, too," he thought calmly, "so after you catch Si Chen back, I will allow you to torture him like this first. 】

【…】

The short-sighted 404 was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

The fragments of this world are "evil"——Luo Cheng chose the most critical world as the start, after all, if he doesn't come again, this world will be ruined by his wicked and smoldering former boss—"Evil "Created a global "biochemical crisis" three years ago, causing human society to suffer a disaster that was almost wiped out.

Today, the city has become a wasteland, infected people are raging everywhere, and the level of science and technology has fallen back by ten years. The surviving humans can only struggle to survive in the cracks.

Due to the haste, Luo Cheng didn't have time to arrange an identity for himself in this world, so he had to come directly with his own body.

He hasn't done a mission with his own identity for over a hundred years, so it's strange.

Luo Cheng wandered around the house. This is a high-rise apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. Judging from the surrounding environment, it should be a bustling business district, and it might be worth a lot before the end of the world.

There was only the infected person who was trying to attack him just now in the room, other than that it was clean.

He helped up the overturned sofa in the living room, and he didn't think it was dirty, so he lay down on his back.

【Fourth, bring me a cigarette. 】

[Ding] There was a sound, and the cigarettes and matches exchanged for mission points appeared out of thin air on the coffee table next to him. Luo Cheng lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Ah—he's finally alive." He stretched his limbs vigorously on the sofa, stretching his long arms and legs comfortably. "Life is so fucking beautiful."

You have been dead for 800 years, I am afraid that the bones and dregs are gone.

404 wisely suppressed the desire to complain, and asked: [Brother Cheng, are we not going to act? 】

Luo Cheng spit out a smoke ring, 【Can you locate the location of the debris? 】

404【DiDiDi】After a while, he said in frustration: 【I can't. 】

[So,] Luo Cheng leaned back on the sofa, [Wait for a while, brother, and feel the beauty of life, this world is within 3 minutes. 】

Three minutes later, Luo Cheng put out the cigarette butt on the coffee table, stood up and stretched his muscles.

[Four, are there many zombies in this building? 】

[Drip——a total of 205 infected people and 32 wild dogs. 】

Luo Cheng clicked his tongue: [So many?What do they usually eat? 】

No wonder the zombie that sneaked up on him just now was so weak, as thin as a rib. How long must he be hungry?

Also blame the poor.

【Uh, there are only 204 of them now, and one of them was just eaten by wild dogs. 】

Luo Cheng was silent.

Is the living environment of zombies so miserable?

After thinking about it, he lovingly gave up going to the kitchen to get the rusty kitchen knife with a curly blade. Not only would that thing not be able to kill the zombies, it would probably get stuck in the human skull.

So Luo Cheng found a mop pole from the toilet, pulled off the rotten mop cloth, held the pole in his hand, weighed it, and tied a beautiful gun, unfortunately, no one appreciates his handsomeness.

So-so and barely usable, in the distant past when he was still alive, the spear/spear was the best weapon he had used for the longest time.

Stepping over the door frame that was no longer covered by the door, he came to the corridor of the apartment. The corridor was dimly lit and in a mess, exuding a long-lasting filthy stench.

Follow the signs of the safety passage to the crumbling safety door, a zombie just popped out unsteadily, Luo Cheng hooked its tattered collar with a mop stick and picked it up lightly, just in time to throw it On the zombie following behind, poke the mop stick and string their heads together in a concentric circle.

Cutting melons and vegetables along the way, strolling down the stairs in the courtyard, Luo Cheng stopped when he reached the third floor, thought for a while, pushed open the security door and returned to the corridor.

The turbulent zombies crowded in the corridor like Spring Festival trains turned their heads in unison following the sound.

"... Has my lucky buff expired?" He was inconceivable.

As if in response to this sentence, the mop stick in his hand, which was stained with blood and unknown tissues, cracked and snapped into two pieces.

Luo Cheng: "..."