Chapter 7: The wind is tight, bullshit!

Yang Hao discovered that this was a closed fifty-square-meter room.
On the east side against the wall, there was a pile of fire fighting equipment. Fortunately, I saw a fire axe and the rest of the shovels were gone.
On the west side, there are three 1.2-meter swill buckets, all of which are tilted and spilled all over the floor.
The zombies are gone. Behind the metal door on the north side, there should be the kitchen where the canteen cooks.
Yang Hao didn't go over immediately, but first picked up the attribute light ball.
"Strength +5+6+7+5, speed+1+2+1+1, spirit+1+0.5+0.5, bronze treasure chest+1!"
He couldn't pay attention to the change of attribute value, his eyes focused on the treasure chest and opened it directly.
"Titanium chrome dagger, half a catty heavy, reinforced, sharp! Strength +3, speed +1, combat effectiveness doubled!"
Hearing the introduction of the system, Yang Hao looked at the one-foot-long dagger in his hand. It was very textured. It seemed that a single knife could kill people.
With a smile on his face, he said:
"This is the last life-saving weapon, I have to keep it!"
He muttered with a faint smile on his face while speaking.
Immediately tied it in the trousers and set it up as a mercenary on TV.
With the addition of life-saving cards, Yang Hao's confidence has increased a lot. Check the attribute panel again:
"Yang Hao: ordinary people
Strength: 209
Speed: 27.8
Spirit: 22.7
Weapon: Seven Star Machete, Titanium Chrome Dagger
Item: Stimulating pills! "
Seeing that he was four times as powerful as an ordinary person, he was half confident, with a smile on his face.
I quickly realized that this was the end of the world, and any negligence could lead to death.
Immediately he took his mind and looked at the metal door.
It was found that the door was opening outwards. The zombies were not savvy, they only knew to slap, but they would only need to twist the handle to open it.
He gripped the Seven-Star Machete in his right hand, and finally glanced around, put his left hand on the door handle, gently rotated it, and suddenly pulled it away.
The deformed metal door suddenly opened.
At a glance, I saw the back of the canteen.
There were more than a dozen zombies inside, beating the tempered glass in front, and beating the iron door next to it.
It can be seen that they were all chefs when they were alive, some wore white hats and some wore ragged white clothes.
The door opened for an instant, and the sound attracted the attention of many zombies inside.
In the next second, they rushed towards Yang Hao.
He just took a look, and his left hand immediately pushed the door closed and locked it, and rushed to the outside.
"Bang bang bang, bang bang..."
On weekdays, the iron gate was only used to stop people from entering, but it was squeezed from the inside within a few strokes.
It’s relatively easy to get in from the outside and figure out from the inside.
"Fuck, pop..."
The black liquid on the ground, mixed with swill sounded, thirteen zombies went crazy, chasing Yang Hao out.
Without looking back, he closed the small iron door outside and inserted the iron plug from the outside.
Then flew up to the pickup that opened the door.
"Boom!"
The moment the door closed, his left foot stepped on the clutch, his right hand put down the seven-star machete, and twisted the car key.
"Om, boom boom, crunch..."
Accompanied by the powerful sound of the engine, the pickup tires made a huge noise, rushing forward with a swift of smoke.
Before Yang Hao left, he did not forget to glance at the small iron gate and found that it had been deformed, and the surrounding door frames had broken free from the wall.
"Damn, how come the zombies are like the ones in Busan, they are almost flying away! If they are among the walking dead, kill him seven in seven today!"
Swearing, galloping away.
The driving skills I just learned came in handy at this moment, panicking.
"Kang Dang!"
When preparing to turn, Yang Hao vaguely heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground and couldn't help but glance at the iron gate.
Just to see thirteen zombies rushing out, scatter to observe the surroundings.
"Fortunately, I run fast!"
Fortunately, he retracted his gaze and happened to see a wandering zombie in front of him. He didn't have time to react at all, and he slammed into it.
"Boom!"
Seeing the zombie's body flew horizontally into the sky, black liquid filled the sky.
In panic, Yang Hao stepped on the brake and almost hit the steering wheel.
"Kang Dang!"
Before he could react, the zombies in the sky fell and hit the windshield glass heavily.
"Fuck!"
Seeing her head hit the glass, it instantly turned into a broken watermelon.
A large pile of black liquid covered a small half of the glass and slowly fell down.
Yang Hao's body suddenly dodged backwards, his breathing suddenly became rapid.
With fear in his eyes, he stared at the front blankly.
He is just a resident steward, a fat man waiting to die, even if he has a little ambition in his heart, he is almost consumed by reality.
Even if God gave him the system, even if he was happy for a few hours, the essence still hasn't changed much.
There was an emergency in the panic, and I was scared a long time ago.
It took ten seconds to react, and found that the zombies behind had already caught up.
"Fuck, I'm a systematic person, how can I be afraid? Don't be afraid! Punch! Go out immediately! Or you will die here!"
Yang Hao's expression became ferocious, and he shouted angrily.
He kept moving, immediately put into gear, and rushed out frantically again.
The scene of just hitting a zombie was seen by the survivors on the second floor of the female dormitory building in the distance and the nearby cafeteria.
But seeing more than a dozen zombies running wildly behind, watching the zombies rushing from all directions, the little surprise on his face turned into despair again.
Yang Hao, it's dead!
Because no one can escape the zombies, they are endlessly dying.
Unlike humans, as long as the zombies see food, they will not give up and must be chased.
A car, as long as it is caught by a zombie, there will be nowhere to run behind it.
Yang Hao knew that the result was not optimistic, so all the zombies that were blocked on the road, he hit them into flight.
Fortunately, the pickup is relatively sturdy, and the front face is smashed, but it is not scrapped.
After ramming around the cafeteria, many zombies were knocked into flight, but they also attracted at least 500 zombies to chase after them.
As night fell gradually, the earth became dim, but no beautiful lights appeared.
The survivor on the second floor of the female teacher’s dormitory, the canteen, witnessed his crazy driving, and for the first time felt that human beings could become so crazy in order to escape for their lives.
Huang Qin's face is tense, I hope he can survive, not die in vain, a rare master!
Fang Qingqing sneered with disdain and coldness.
A subordinate would die if he died. Anyway, there is food and boiling water at home, so he can stick to it.
The people on the second floor of the cafeteria hoped that he could lead all the zombies away so that they could break through.
"Please, please, you must lead all the zombies away!"
"A fierce man, really a fierce man, he went around in a circle, is there someone he likes in the cafeteria, so desperately!"
"There are more fools like this, we will definitely escape!"
Some people prayed, some yelled, and so on.