Chapter 105: Oil refinery attacked

However, in just a few seconds, the two people were submerged in the zombies, and everyone lost their sight again without even seeing the two second-level zombies.
There were a lot of people squatting on the tank to defend. Although there was a mess at the moment, they were quickly stabilized by the soldiers in charge of the arrangement. Suddenly, another black figure jumped up on the tank!
Although He Zizhong and Fang Hao could see clearly this time, they were far away from them and there were people nearby, so they couldn't let go of them. The person stared at by the zombie is a wind type supernatural person. He leaped back quickly when he saw it, and a blue light appeared under his feet. The talent just jumped up and his feet were by a long thin object. !
"Zombie's tongue!" He Zi was shocked. Although he had heard of zombies that would use their tongues as weapons to tie up targets, this was the first time he saw them.
"Ah!!!" It was another scream that the person was pulled straight down, and the people around wanted to reach out to save, but saw the zombies that jumped up at the beginning rushing towards them and subconsciously shrank their hands to avoid them, but the previous one People were dragged off the tank.
There was a sound of "challah", and a piece of ice blossomed on the zombie that jumped up, barely letting it move. A golden glow inconspicuously shot in from the back of the zombie's neck, just hitting the crystal nucleus on the back of the zombie's brain.
With a thump, the speed zombie fell to the ground and could no longer move.
Allen was stunned. Although his ice-type ability took advantage and worked well in this gloomy weather, he just froze the zombie's limbs, how could it be directly frozen to death?
I was wondering about looking around to see who killed the zombie. A girl from the water system next to him hugged Ellen's arm, and the plump chest tightly bound his arm and screamed loudly: "Captain, you are so handsome! You killed this mutant zombie in one fell swoop!"
The other girls who followed in the team also yelled, so that even if he was determined to find someone who really killed the mutant zombies, he had no chance.
Fang Hao rolled his eyelids behind the sunglasses. Since his ability was upgraded to Level 3, his vision seemed to be much more sensitive than before. He naturally discovered that golden light and knew that He Zi had done it again.
He Zizhong didn't care about such trivial things, and looked for a group of surging zombies below-the person who was dragged down before saw that he couldn't survive, and the zombies who attacked them with their tongues... were there. side!
Another golden glow flashed past, and his attack power was greatly improved after the ability was upgraded. It was not so easy to use toothpicks, bullets and other things to deal with the second-level zombies before. The first-level zombies can use this remote method to aim one by one. , But the zombies above the second level must personally come forward and use the knife to slash, but now dealing with the second-level zombies is just like dealing with the first-level zombies-as long as the speed is fast enough and the attack is not avoided by them.
The second mutant zombie also died silently in the hands of He Zizhong, and the pressure in the team was suddenly reduced. Another speed-type second-level zombie also turned into a sieve under the joint shooting of other abilities, and could no longer climb. stand up.
It seems that among the hundreds of small zombies, there are only these three second-level zombies. When these three zombies fall down, the remaining ordinary zombies are not enough to be feared, and they are quickly cleaned up by everyone.
An atmosphere of silence enveloped the team, and the team of the dead players could not even contain the bones of their teammates, so they could only pile up these corpses silently and burn them clean. Naturally, the remaining people will not take the initiative to touch the mold of these people. The death of relatives and friends will happen almost every day in the last days. At this time, seeing someone die again, and the remaining people are just numb, even the best friend can hardly shed tears, just staring silently at the pile of corpses that is hardly burning with dense smoke in the fine rain.
Although not every tank in the refinery is full, the refined oil is definitely enough for the fleet to be fully replenished, and it can be packaged and taken away for use in a long time in the future. In addition, there is still a lot left.
Because the main goal this time is not the gasoline, each car only fills up with the gasoline they need, and after carrying as much gasoline as possible, they temporarily rest in the car in the yard for the night-not that they don't want to live. In the building, if there is any accident in the last days, living in the car is good to escape, but if you live in the building, you have to fight head-to-head with the
things
that come.
The sky is gloomy, and there are still tiny raindrops floating in the sky. He Zizhong and Fang Hao sat at the back of the car and looked out the window. They visited the place where the oil tank was placed at the back today. This oil factory is really not small. There are still at least a dozen huge oil tanks after being patronized by them. Fill it with refined oil.
But it's not in a hurry now, they are still here, if they move too much at night, they will definitely be seen tomorrow.
Poke the dumplings who are enjoying the massage massage in Fang Hao's arms: "Remember the place?"
Tuanzi twisted twice, and he squinted at He Zizhong with a look full of contempt. At the same time, the thoughts of Tuanzi at this time came through their minds-to abuse the group workers!
He Zizhong helplessly touched his soft and floppy head, and when Fang Hao lowered his head and snickered, he whispered to Tuanzi, "Let my mother hold you to sleep when you come back."
Should have held me to sleep every day!
Although it is still not a language, the idea of ​​the dumpling can be more and more clearly passed into the minds of the two, which can be regarded as a big improvement, but this dumpling is not very good, and often vomits the two, making He Zizhong I feel that my father is not enough dignity.
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Of course, dignity is achieved by one's own actions, not by threatening a juvenile group that can't even speak.
The night was deep, and a strange feeling came in the dark night, which made He Zizhong, who had not been asleep for long, suddenly opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Although Fang Hao's vision was much stronger than before, he didn't feel anything. He was awakened by He Zizhong's movements.
"There is something." He Zi sat up with a heavy face and looked around the car window secretly.
There was a fire in the open space not far from the car. Sitting by the fire was the person who was watching tonight. Those people sat around and whispered to relieve their boredom. Several people held guns in their arms and looked around from time to time to prevent zombies that might suddenly appear. Looking at their leisurely appearance, it was obvious that they did not feel the sound.
"Which direction?" Fang Hao asked in a low voice and looked out with him.
"It seems to be over there... is gone." He Zi raised his eyebrows again and looked into the shadows in surprise. What is that? Zombie? Or human? If it is a zombie, would you give up such a good hunting opportunity? But if it were human... who would it be?
But what is even more strange is, why do you "feel" that thing? It's not a sound, it's not a sixth sense, but an inexplicable "feel".
The question was not answered, until everyone set off to leave the next day, He Zizhong did not notice the person or the zombie again. Perhaps it was a nearby survivor, who came over to see the situation after hearing the voice of everyone clearing up the zombies yesterday afternoon, but was not sure whether they were good people and did not come forward to contact.
The evening after the departure the next day, He Zizhong and Fang Hao returned to the car, and the dumplings that had been left in the space appeared vigorously on the open space lined with oil tanks.
The dumpling, who has a special liking for "puffing" jumping, floats in midair with great depression, sharing his vision with the abusive team worker Baba and Ma Ma, who has always been gentle and beautiful.
Except for the original things in the refinery, there was nothing dazzling in his sight. After the dumpling wandered around the field, He Zizhong let it return to the space and prepared to go in.
"Be careful, it doesn't matter if you take less." Fang Hao went up and kissed him on the cheek. Even if he didn't get any other benefits after going out this time, the military would definitely give all the fuel along the way. Reimbursed by the team. Although they are not rich in gasoline, they are much better than other teams.
He Zi nodded slightly and turned to enter the space.
The fresh breath and breeze caressed her cheeks, much better than the damp and stuffy breath outside.
The dumpling was floating around in the open space in front of the bamboo building, and he leaned in immediately after seeing He Zizhong entering the space-although Baba's embrace is not as comfortable as that, it would never be polite to be able to be held by someone!
Leaving the space under the entrainment of the dumplings, return to the open space just left during the day.
He Zizhong remembered clearly that there were more than a dozen huge tanks containing refined oil, and their team had only taken some from two of them when they came. Although these oil tanks cannot be full due to volatilization and other reasons, as long as one can be taken away, it will be enough for both of them to use for a long time.
After the area of ​​the lower level of the space is increased, it will be more beneficial for He Zizhong’s actions now. He quickly turned around a few large oil tanks selected, and a few meters high tanks were stacked on the lower level of the space. He Zizhong's volume makes him feel a faint sense of oppression when he is in the consciousness.
As always, he was not too greedy to put all these things in the bag, only selected about half of the oil tanks with refined oil. Was thinking about whether to just put gasoline into the space and put the tin cans back in place? After this mission, they will not be seen by others when they come back. Suddenly, the "feeling" they had when they spent the night here the night before came again!
Something!
He Zizhong condensed his expression and looked in a certain direction. He didn't know how he came from this feeling or what he "felt", but there is no doubt that something appeared nearby!
I don't know if it is a human or a zombie. When He Zizhong was thinking about whether to return to Fang Hao's position through space cautiously, something rushed towards him like a sharp sword!
Level 2...No, faster than Level 2 speed zombies!
The rushing object brought a gust of wind, and He Zizhong felt that every one of his hairs was standing up, and an inexplicable feeling spread from his body, making him seem to be able to detect every movement of that thing. ...