The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 64 Familiar recipe, familiar taste

The double flashlights in the underground garage are like human breathing. The transition between light and dark seems to be the switch between the world and hell. If you want to see things clearly, you only have a short time when the double flashes are on. In the dark time, you either stop or rely on memory to move forward. .

Zhang Su instinctively wanted to turn on the flashlight, but finally chose to give up.

Zombies will not actively attack the light source, but there is still a certain danger. Mainly, he feels that there are other survivors in the underground parking lot. If they see him, it may cause unnecessary entanglement!
"go!"

Zhang Su took the lead, with his right hand axe, hammer and left hand, and he walked carefully against the wall towards the bottom of Building 3. He was quite familiar with the underground parking lot, and with the double flash of cars in the distance, he would not go the wrong way.

Several others followed Zhang Su in the order determined in advance.

As Zhang Su expected, most of the zombies in the underground parking lot of Building 34 were led away by the Duan brothers, leaving only a few zombies wandering among the cars. But even so, it still caused a lot of trouble for a few people. obstacles.

On the only way, two zombies staggered back and forth, slowly and calmly, but all this calmness would disappear when they sensed fresh life, turning into violent and bloodthirsty monsters.

"We have to lure him away!"

Behind the wall, Zhang Su said to the people behind him, his voice sounding like a mosquito.

Zhong Xiaoshan took out the key from her trouser pocket and shook it, meaning that the car alarm should be able to lure away the zombies.

Zhang Su shook his head decisively. As soon as Haranda sounded, zombies from all directions would surely gather under the ground of Building 3. Wouldn't that be a lie?
"Still the old way!"

Zhang Su put the dog's leg into the scabbard, took out a mobile phone from his bag, carefully blocked the light source, turned on the sound, and brought up the countdown page. He thought about it for a while, and finally set a five-second countdown, and then took the phone away. He glanced at a few people behind him.

The meaning is very clear, get ready to leave in five seconds!

Seeing several people nodding, Zhang Su took a deep breath, found his bearings, pressed the start button, and when the countdown showed 00:04, he threw the phone away with a sigh.

The mobile phone display emits a soft light, drawing a strong arc in the sky, like a meteor that flickers and disappears in the night sky, flying towards an area densely populated with vehicles.

Didi, didi, didi, didi!
The mobile phone was flying in the air, and when the countdown time was up, it made a series of rapid sounds, which was extremely penetrating in the empty and quiet parking lot.

Snapped.

The mobile phone hit the trunk of a car, and the iron sheet gave it a certain buffer. After it fell to the ground, the beep beep sound was still loud.

Ouch!

Many zombies roared from all directions, running desperately in the direction of the mobile phone. Then there was a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang at on me at the collision, the stupid zombies didn't even know how to avoid the car, and they just rammed into the car...

The zombies blocking Zhang Su and the others were naturally led away. Just when he was about to lead a few people forward, an engine roar suddenly sounded.

Buzz, buzz!

An SUV next to where the phone landed suddenly started to ignite, followed immediately by a sharp and ear-piercing sound of grinding tires!
Ai Cha Sanwu rushed out of the parking space in an extremely violent manner and drove towards the exit of the parking lot like a madman.

Qin Ya, who was in the driver's seat of the car, had a distorted expression and said to himself: "Zhang Su, Zhang Su, you kid has tricked me to death!"

Others may not know, but he is basically sure that the guy who used the mobile phone to lure away the zombies is Zhang Su. This trick is so familiar!

Qin Ya had a feeling before that Zhang Su and his group were in 302. According to the intuition of the special police, he thought that Zhang Su would probably follow him...

He always wanted to recruit Zhang Su and others to go with him, so he simply waited in the parking lot. According to his estimation, Zhang Su should appear soon.

Sure enough, Zhang Su came and gave him a gift!
"I don't know which unlucky guy it is... I hope it's not Officer Qin." Zhang Su didn't know Qin Ya's complicated thoughts. He walked out from behind the wall and looked at Ai Cha Sanwu who was driving away, and the car following him. The flying corpses nodded with great satisfaction.

"It's a lot safer, but don't be careless, hurry up!"

After saying that, he ran towards the parking place.

Soon Zhang Su found his beloved van, opened the door, threw his bag into the passenger seat, and jumped in.

"My car, where is my car...right."

In the darkness, Zhong Xiaoshan couldn't find her car for a moment. When she was anxious, she pressed the car key and found that it was not far away. The three of them filed into the car and got into the car. Then they hurriedly started to fasten their seat belts. .

The van was only three or four parking spaces away from Haranda. Zhang Su could hear the voices of several people chanting in the car and knew that they were already in place, so he turned on the lights decisively.

"Baby, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Su turned the key while fastening his seat belt. A series of ignition sounds sounded, but the result made him break out in a cold sweat.

Didn't hit...

“Damn it, it’s so numb, it’s because it’s running out of power, right?”

The battery of the minivan that was four or five years old was due for replacement during the last maintenance. Zhang Su kept putting it off, planning to replace the vehicle directly after another year, but he did not expect that the battery would be replaced at the critical moment.

Zhang Su looked up and looked towards the exit of the parking lot. Groups of zombies were running out. Apparently Ai Chasanwu had already driven out of the parking lot. He had to hurry up!

The lights of the Halanda on the side lit up and the car body shuddered, indicating that it had obviously started successfully.

The depression in Zhang Su's heart was not that he couldn't afford a good car, but that bread was more cost-effective. If he had known that this would happen, he would have built a Raptor!
Chunk chugging chugging.

Zhang Su turned the key while slamming on the accelerator, and kept mumbling: "Baby, baby, I will retire you after this job, okay? Hurry up, work hard!"

As if hearing Zhang Su's promise, the spark plug finally successfully ignited the engine.

Phew, buzz!

The 1.5-liter engine roared loudly.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Su laughed a little maniacally, clutched, shifted into gear, and accelerator, all in one go, rushed out of the parking space, swerved towards the exit, and the bun was driven out of the tofu shop like 86.

Although Halanda is much more luxurious than Bun, her posture is far less calm, giving people a twisted feeling, like a sprinter with a sprained foot who wants to run fast but can't get up.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

In the Haranda car, Zhong Xiaoshan was mumbling nervously, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring straight at the butt of the van with only half of the lights in front of her, stepping on the accelerator and braking, using her lifelong driving skills.

Zheng Xinyu, the co-driver, had her mouth tightly pursed and her eyes full of fear, which was similar to the first time she saw a zombie. Her left hand was firmly pressed on the center armrest box, and her right hand was firmly grasping the handle above the door, and her toes were straining.

Wang Guangjun was sitting in the middle of the back seat, wearing two seat belts. He leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed and kept chanting "Amitabha".

　This time I feel even more uncomfortable than when I was a little Yang a year ago. I have coughs, fevers, headaches, muscle pains, joint pains, nasal congestion, and even waist pain. Am I going to evolve?
　　
　
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