Chapter 37

The roar of the forklift first affected two of them.

Qin Xiaoyu was better. She turned her head, but she didn't comment. Then she continued to look at her eyes.

Zhang Qiang really couldn't hear it at all. He focused all his attention on the road conditions in front of him, for fear that he would not respond well and provoke the two big men in the car.

"Help!"

"Wait for us..."

The sound is very loud, but under the cover of the huge roar, there is really not much.

Fang Mo heard it, so he turned his head.

After one look, he shook his head, didn't say anything, and continued to pay attention to the zombie climbing up.

There are more or less wounds on those people. Judging from the depth of those wounds and the dirty blood on the wounds, these people are hopeless.

Unless a scientist can develop a vaccine or specific drug against the virus.

But it's almost impossible.

Because there is no sign of disaster, and there is no distinction between people or places. It seems that the whole earth is full of monsters overnight.

Those scientists who are really in the research institute may be more dangerous.

After all, if they want to leave, they are likely to pass through elevators and various equipment.

After the disaster, the electricity was completely cut off, and the indiscriminate infection made almost everyone become zombies. If they were underground

It's likely to turn into a zombie.

Another possibility is to hide in a corner and slowly disappear with the food, either starved to death or swallowed by zombies outside.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking: "if you are in an underground research institute with a lot of people, is it very possible to evolve monsters in advance?"

The principle is the same as that in the subway. In a closed environment, it is too easy to produce monsters, and those monsters also need to eat, and the food inside may be extremely sufficient

So even after evolution, they will stay in it for a period of time until all the food is gone.

Come, this earth.

……

"Didn't he see us? Obviously he looked at us. What's that look?!" the man waving his arm suddenly stopped and looked annoyed at the people around him: "do you see? He definitely looked at us, but why didn't he tell the driver?"

"It's just a bad pen. I don't understand that many people have great power!" the other person also disdained.

"Let me see, he may have seen it, but he didn't want to save us..." a man opened his mouth very calmly. The wound on his arm was very deep, which made his face very pale.

The second one opened his mouth and said, "why?! shouldn't we face this world together?"

"Yes, only when everyone works together can he really survive from the end of the world, but he doesn't seem to see us..."

"It's really a bad pen!"

Another man opened his mouth, and resentment filled his whole cheek.

"My wound is itchy. Why don't we leave quickly? The zombies in the back will come soon, and the zombies in front will react when the forklift leaves. The most important thing for us now is to find a hospital and deal with the wound."

It was still a pale man with a deep wound.

In this regard, others did not have much opposition. Taking advantage of the huge roar, they walked through the dangerous places very easily, and then approached the direction of the hospital.

"Don't say, the wound is getting itchy. Is this rabies? I remember, it's best to vaccinate rabies within 24 hours. Let's go quickly."

The man shivered. He looked a little uncomfortable. He wanted to scratch, but he was afraid of infecting the bacteria on his hands.

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"My back is beginning to itch!"

……

For the situation of several of them, Fang Mo never wanted to pay attention to it. Since he has been injured and has a wound, how far is it from becoming a zombie?

There is no way but to blame them for their bad luck.

More than 20 minutes later, the three of them moved frantically under the forklift. Before they came to the hospital, Fang Mo flashed a bloodthirsty streak on his face.

To tell the truth, he would never have let go of these zombies if he had not been worried about the possible wounds, which greatly increased his injury and gradually lost his combat effectiveness.

These are all cataclysmic gels. If we collect enough ten monster gels, we will still need this kind of ordinary cataclysm gel.

When it comes to evolution, it can never be a small thing.

The hospital is here.

The smell of the disinfectant that once ran from time to time disappeared, and the rest seemed to smell like rotten corpses. The most important thing was that there were many corpses before the hospital.

Broken bodies, corpses everywhere, purgatory among the whole person.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

The zombies behind the forklift didn't mean to let them go, and kept making sounds similar to ghost crying in film and television works.

Zhang Qiang looked at the back and shrunk his neck. He didn't know whether to stop at this time. He asked, "the zombie in the back..."

Before he finished, Fang Mo said to Qin Xiaoyu, "you'll run forward later. There are no zombies in front."

"As for the back..."

Fang Mo smiled grimly and whispered in a voice more terrible than the Zombie: "give it to me!"

Qin Xiaoyu pulled up her backpack, but because she was inside, she couldn't get out at all. She made a gesture to Zhang Qiang. The latter seemed to understand and got up quickly to get off.

They got out of the car and walked towards the hospital without any intention of staying. They chose the place where there were few zombies, because they could not understand their ability.

During this period, Qin Xiaoyu decisively killed four or five zombies, all with one shot. The means are more and more skilled. At this time, even if she is a hidden killer, I'm afraid others will believe it.

As for Zhang Qiang nearby, he can only tremble for protection, hoping that he will not be left behind.

On the other hand, it was like a dragon entering the sea.

Tiptoe is only slightly lighter on the ground, and it can fly more than one meter. Whenever it reaches out, it will catch two cataclysmic gels.

"Oh!"

With a long roar, he attracted the attention of most zombies and killed happily.

Both hands are like the sharpest blade.

One leg seems to contain the ultimate explosive force.

Whenever a zombie is about to touch him, he can easily evade it. At the same time, he can take a zombie gel out of it.

Gradually, his backpack began to bulge. He didn't know how many cataclysmic gels had been put into it.

"Is he Superman?"

"The kind that saves the world!"

Zhang Qiang looked at Fang Mo's back and asked the woman who wouldn't smile at him.

Qin Xiaoyu glanced at his cheek, then looked deeply at Fang Mo's fierce, finally shook his head and said, "he is God!"