Chapter 488: Zombie listening to music

"Hey, you look at the back..."
Huang Tingwei carefully looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair. This time, he was not thinking about it. He almost made a big disaster. He was originally prepared to take him to the custody before the boat docked. He knew that he had just left the shore. He just moved his hand.
"As planned, let Wang Le do the coffin, the temporary team member is also dead, and has the right to bury in the osmanthus hill."
"Yes, I am going to prepare."
"Wait·········" Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped Huang Tingwei who was preparing to turn around.
"The two temporary members who prevented success were successful. They first added the official team members and assigned them to Zhang Huai'an. Zhang Huai'an's original deputy. Isn't Li Zhi's voluntarily staying in the small island as the garrison captain? With Zhang Huai'an I want him to give him two more, lest he be in my ear again..."
Most people don't know the crisis in the cockpit. They talk loudly or stare at the river. More people point to the pier where they left. These are women. They can't bear the piece to bring them rich. Great lake for food.
Huang Ting outside makes the heavy fire group ready, the four-mounted high-altitude machine gun is already in place, and Wang Le is nervously repairing the circuit on the ship. If the plan can be successful, it depends on whether he can guarantee the normal operation of this thing.
"All of them have noticed, all of them have noticed that everyone is on the bus. Everyone is honestly staying in the car. All the tarpaulins are put down, the tarpaulins are all put down, and no one is allowed to get off. No one is allowed. No one can get off the bus. Anyone who gets off the bus without a reason will be killed. Anyone who gets off the bus without any reason will be killed."
The big treble horn of the big ship rang, and the logistics team and the temporary squad all looked at the big horn with a high pitch. They didn’t know what was going on. Although they were frustrated, they climbed into the traffic with the help of the combatants. On the tool, just waiting for them to sit in the compartment, the tarpaulin on the rear compartment was removed, and the entire compartment was dimmed.
Whether it is a man who has become a temporary team member or a woman in the logistics group, as the darkness comes, their hearts begin to tighten. They don’t know why, but they are reassuring to the branch secretary. No one is noisy, no dark space. In it, I can't see who the people around me are, and no one is talking. People are looking at one direction, the entrance to the rear compartment.
The tarpaulin blocked the light. After all, some light came out from the gap between the tarps. The light that was thinner than the chopsticks became the focus. They all waited silently, waiting for the light to grow. They knew that waiting for the light. Big bright, when they get rid of the darkness.
The people sitting in the carriage were quiet, the carriage was quiet, and even the outside of the carriage was quiet, as if it were not on the river, but returned to the tomb.
A burst of high music sounded, the fierce tunes they couldn’t hear, some familiar, some strange, noisy music made them feel annoyed, the music grew louder and louder, and in the end they needed to lick their ears. Then, there are heavy drums in the music.
The rhythm of the drum beat is very weird, as if it is directly hitting them. Unconsciously, the frequency of their heartbeats is also assimilated by the drums. They begin to feel suffocated and want to open the tarpaulin that blocks the outside. They need air, fresh air. They need space and need to be in a wider space.
No one dared to do it. They saw through the cracks that the guns were armed and the guns were aimed at the exit of the carriage. This meant that as long as someone picked up the tarpaulin, they would be shot and killed. They all sat back, low. Head down, licking your ears, waiting for the weird music to pass.
Not only did they not like it, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not like it. It should be said that he never liked it. He sat in the wheelchair on the roof of the car and endured the noise of the disco. Looking at the pier in front, he hoped that the zombies would not like the disco. I hope they are angry and hope that they will rush out.
The ship slowly approached the pier for a hundred meters. There were already a lot of zombies scattered from the pier. They moved slowly and approached the river, perhaps they were naturally sensitive to water, as long as they stepped on the water. They will go back in a hurry.
This scattered thousands of zombies are not the target of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Through the investigation of the players, the steam-crossing pier is connected to a residential area. The residential area is not small. How can one or two thousand zombies be counted in the unfamiliar environment? Zombie, Zhang Xiaoqiang will not do it, the bullets bring out a lot, but it is to play one less.
Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that WH has a garrison, what is the army, where the station is, and what equipment is there. He knows nothing. Before the end of the world, he wouldn’t even be a fan of the army, let alone other, but it doesn’t matter. The team members can't do anything without leaving the gun. The steel shield, the dagger knife, and the spear~EbookFREE.me~ are equipped with a copy of the cottage version of the sniper.
Zhang Xiaoqiang waited in boring, and the huge noise could not withstand the earplugs, let alone the players who did not have earplugs. The heavy firepower group was the most comfortable. Each of them had earplugs. They were used to the huge sound of heavy firepower. There are a few twists in the music, and obviously they like this noise.
Numerous zombies came to the dock and rushed to the riverside. The big ship swayed up and down the river, enticing more zombies.
In the middle of the continuation, a zombie sea was formed on the riverside. The zombies that had been crowded had already suffered casualties. The zombies in front were retreating because of the river, and the zombies in the back were pushed forward because of the loud noise, only a small number of front zombie cups. With them, they were squeezed into the water and swept away by the waves of the river.
A zombie was squeezed into the river, some with their heads exposed, some with their claws, and a wave of the past, these zombies disappeared, which fully illustrates a problem, the zombies can not swim.
Seeing that the river embankment has been squeezed, the zombies in the back are still gathering on the riverside. Some of the cargo platforms that extend out of the river are also crowded with zombies. The zombies do not know that they are hanging in front of them, like a group suicide. Stepping on the air, flipping over and diving.
The Yangtze River is tolerant. Whether it is one or one hundred, it is swallowed without any care. I don't know if these zombies will be washed into the sea.
Seeing the accumulation of zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his right hand and paused for a few seconds, falling lightly. He liked the feeling of weightlifting.
Three or five glass bottles were broken on the steel plate on the outboard side of the ship. The color of the bottle was cyan, the black blood of the semi-solidified gel was splashed on the steel plate, and the black-red viscous liquid was scattered with a pungent smell. What is released from the man who Yun Shu killed is also a waste utilization.