All Worlds Madhouse

"Hi." Ziliang shouted to Leon: "What are your plans now?"

Leon hesitated for a moment: "Although I don't hold a position, I still have an obligation to save the survivors in this city." Leon opened a drawer and said: "But Marvin just said that starting from yesterday, this The city is dead, and he expects that of all the living people in Raccoon City now, you and me are the only ones left, so the only thing we can do now is to escape quickly."

"How to escape?" Ziliang asked directly. Since the compass was guiding Leon, it saved a lot of things. All he had to do was follow him. Oh, and he also had to ensure that this kid survived.

"Speaking of how to escape, I have a plan." Leon said, and then took out a police station map from his backpack, which he probably found just now while rummaging through the box.

He spread out the map and pointed to a place: "Our location is now in the lobby of the police station. There are zombies outside, so we need vehicles."

"Vehicle?" Ziliang asked cateringly.

"Yes, if we just rush out on foot, we will run out of ammunition and food within two blocks, let alone rush out of the city, so we need a car." As he spoke, his finger moved on the map. Draw a course of action: "Go down from here and there will be a parking lot. There should be undamaged vehicles there."

"Well, that's a good plan, let's get going."

"Wait!" Leon immediately shouted: "There is another table over there. I'll go take a look. Maybe I can find some ammunition." After saying that, he hurriedly ran over and started rummaging through it again.

It has to be said that in this situation, it is still very useful to have a teammate who can endure and look for supplies everywhere. Leon rummaged through the boxes very quickly, and he was also very organized. The entire hall was organized according to the area. Divide it into small pieces, and then search each small piece from one side from top to bottom, not letting go of any nook and corner where things can be hidden. Wherever the figure passes, it is like locusts raging, not even a blade of grass grows. In these short few minutes, , forcefully left him alone, and carried out a carpet search.

Ziliang even wondered if this guy had worked in the search and rescue team before taking the police academy exam.

So without further ado, five minutes later: "Okay, there should be nothing left. Let's head to the parking lot."

In this way, Ziliang and his party finally set foot on the journey to the underground parking lot.

To be honest, this road is a bit far, because a few days ago, the police station was the last defense area, many doors were locked, and all the rolling shutter doors were lowered, which made the already not close journey even more difficult. It’s so complicated that you have to make detours in many places.

And because Old Joey has exhausted all his strength and has been infected with the virus, he cannot be allowed to perform the scene of breaking down an iron door again. So, everyone followed Leon completely and walked through the police station.

Along the way, there were naturally some sporadic zombies. Most of them were wearing police uniforms and wandering aimlessly in the corridors. It seemed that several days of hard resistance had not allowed them to escape their final tragic fate.

But the good news is that the zombies here are not like they are in groups on the street. Moreover, they are separated from each other by various corridors, walls, and doors. Even if there is gunfire, it will not cause a large number of zombies. In a contained situation, this gives the pistol its advantage in long-distance shooting.

In this way, after nearly an hour of groping, the group finally came to a door. Above the door, there is a sign with a capital letter "P". It is obvious that the parking lot is opposite this door.

Leon and others approached the door and carefully pushed it open, letting in a cool breeze.

On the other side of the door is a spacious space.

This parking lot seemed to be unexpectedly undamaged. Some police cars were parked quietly beside the wall. It didn't look very messy. Moreover, looking around, there were only a few wandering zombies in the far corner. , at this distance, they pose no threat to everyone.

This is the first place the group has found where they can relax a little since leaving the police station lobby.

Maybe it was because his nerves were tense for a long time and he suddenly relaxed. With a "wow" sound, Leon leaned in the corner and vomited.

Although he is a policeman, he has just graduated from the police academy. In addition, facing the zombies who will become his colleagues, he pulls the trigger again and again and smashes each other's heads. Under such mental pressure, he can still The fact that it didn't collapse is already impressive.

After vomiting for a while, Leon finally regained his composure. He looked at Ziliang and others... "You... don't seem too nervous."

He hesitated and asked. In fact, to be honest, Ziliang and his group were not nervous at all. Their skillful techniques for chopping up zombies could not be practiced in a day or two.

Ziliang patted off a few scraps of meat on his white coat: "It's nothing. We are all doctors. We see corpses as much as you policemen, and this guy..." He pointed at Old Joey: "Every day In addition to chopping meat, it is still chopping meat, so he is naturally more adaptable to this situation than us."

Leon frowned and nodded. Although this statement sounded fine, it was still very suspicious... Are doctors and butchers such cruel professions? The head-cutting posture of these guys made Leon wonder if they were chopping a few heads every now and then to practice their skills?

But at this time, no one had the intention to delve into these matters. Leon straightened up and smoothed his breath.

"Let's go. If we're lucky, we should be able to find a car that we didn't have time to lock."

With that said, he checked the remaining bullets and walked towards a police car nearby.

But at this moment...

A gust of wind blew by, and the shredded paper scattered on the ground made a subtle clattering sound, making this silent environment suddenly feel a little inexplicable tense.

As the wind blew, a strange smell also drifted over. It was a smell that was not usually present. It had a strong smell with a rancid smell, like some kind of undercooked meat.

"What does it smell like?"

Leon sniffed and looked around warily.

At this moment, Hannibal's keen sense of smell had caught the direction of the smell, and he quietly pointed to a corner of the parking lot.

There were several cars parked side by side over there... and the smell came from the shadow behind the cars.