Chapter 148 Zombie Bomb

"Haha, these idiots...!"

"It's not difficult at all. They can jump off the building by themselves!"

The radio was filled with such a sound, as if to make people in the small high-rise have more hope to live. Qi Jiaqiang opened the "hands-free" of the hand table, and the voice echoed in the quiet corridor.

This surprised the surviving technicians in various units in H County. A month after the beginning of the corpse, they have not discussed how to deal with the zombies and how to save the other survivors. But these slightly rude people in front of us have already taken action.

This makes them admire these people. At least their courage in the face of zombies is absolutely admirable.

All morning, Guo Zhenbei was doing the same work. It is to open the elevator door and blow the smell of blood into the floor with a fan. Then the scene below appeared.

The zombies in the corridor stretched out their arms straight. For what is under your feet, it doesn't mean anything to zombies. Instead, those that are blown by small fans on the wall have a strong smell of blood, which attracts their attention.

At the foot, if the height of the second floor is only about 6 meters, then when it comes to the 20th floor, it is about 60 meters high. The zombies that fell from the elevator channel fell into the elevator shaft. When they were attracted by Guo Zhenbei's "blood grenade", it was like a blockbuster. While throwing himself into a pool of rotten meat mud, he broke the bones of the zombies below.

The zombies downstairs are still pouring into the elevator shaft. The zombies upstairs are still doing a bomb dive.

"Overall, this is a fairly applicable means for zombies at the top. If our plan is not wrong, I believe that at night, there will be many survivors in the habitable space upstairs!"

Teng Lang took the courier Lin Shuangcheng and the survivors upstairs and began to knock on the wall. Just like what they do upstairs at home, it is to make a hole in the wall and connect all the rooms.

In this way, on the 35-storey small high-rise building, the top few floors become temporary residences. It will provide enough hot food and water for those who will later work here. It is worth noting that people in small high-rise buildings are not short of water. Because at the top of this kind of small high-rise building, there will be a water tower that supplies tap water, and it even provides the pressurization capacity of nearby residential buildings.

It's just that when the corpse comes, the automatic valve downstairs closes the connection to the system. This protects the water for the survivors of the small high-rise buildings, which is probably the reason why there are the largest number of survivors in this building.

With water to drink, people can survive for 15 days. Without water, people can survive for only one week.

Even so, although the small high-level people who lack food had a full meal this morning, they are far less physically than Teng Lang, who has never been starved at all. You can't chat while working like him.

"Brother Zhenbei, how many floors are there? We have a lot of construction waste here!"

"It's here, it's almost there. We're cleaning up the last floor now!"

The top few floors have been cleaned up by the survivors upstairs. In fact, there were no zombies on those floors, so they were tightly blocked by the survivors with furniture and other sundries, which saved Guo Zhenbei a little trouble.

Finally, Guo Zhenbei and cold-blooded who finished cleaning the last floor were dragged out of the elevator well by the Qi family. At this time, the shield in the cold-blooded hand had long been thrown away because of the scratching of the zombies. Even his short spear has long been broken, and he is holding Guo Zhenbei's short spear at this moment.

From their heads to their feet, they were all stained with blood on the zombies.

"He. Mom. The zombie's blood pressure is high again, and a spear pokes it and sprays everywhere!"

Cold-blooded is worthy of being a triad, and it is rare to speak without dirty words. And the first thing to do is to take off the bloody motorcycle armor and nylon rope. Then a man wearing gloves put these things into snakeskin bags and then passed them back to the community base along the rope.

When you get there, the metal armor will be thrown into the disinfection cabinet and sterilized with high concentrations of ozone and ultraviolet rays. As for the nylon rope armor, it is directly put into the microwave oven for one minute of sterilization. According to Savier's test, the hygiene of nylon rope armor will be guaranteed, and then the simplest washing will allow these armors to be reused.

Cold-blooded can't take off his armor and ask others for cigarettes.

"Teng Lang, a cigarette, this is really fucking terrible. I can't smoke a cigarette all morning. I really don't know when we can find more nicotine patches!"

Although it is used to quit smoking, for cold-blooded people, it is what they want most when they act. Although he can't smoke, the nicotine patch can finally make him happy.

"You, smoke so much every day, and sooner or later you will smoke yourself to death!"

Teng Lang said, took out the cigarette from his cigarette box, lit two cigarettes on his mouth, and stuffed one of them into his cold-blooded mouth.

The reason for this is that the cut-resistant gloves he wears on his hand are also covered with corpse fluid. According to the regulations, he has to take off all his armor before he can touch all the things to be put into his mouth, including food, with his hands.

At this time, Guo Zhenbei took off all the equipment on his body, revealing the leather coat and trousers of the innermost motorcycle. It's still clean and the last line of defense. Guo Zhenbei is a little worried about this, because as long as his eyes are a little longer, he will understand that if this thing is worn in summer and does not need zombies to bite, it can heat people to death.

"Wow, I finally completed the task!"

"Come on, bring the food. Brother Zhenbei is going to starve to death!"

Under the greeting of Teng Lang, the people upstairs brought the food. It is still a combat meal, condensed like meat jelly, vacuum-packed broth. Steamed buns with pork chops in vacuum packaging. At this time, if you steam it a little in the pot, it will become hot, soft and delicious.

"I'm so hungry!"

Guo Zhenbei sat in a chair that he didn't know who had brought it, grabbed the hot one, mixed it with sparrow meat with other meat, sandwiched meat steamed buns like hamburgers, and began to eat. Cold-blooded sat aside, smoking a cigarette. It seems that he is not hungry enough from about 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.

"Brother Zhenbei, then we..."

Teng Lang pointed to the pile of construction waste and signaled to the elevator shaft with his eyes, which probably meant that he was going to dispose of the garbage.

"Well, you can start, but before proceeding, shout downstairs. Don't let anyone downstairs put his pocket into the elevator!"

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