Apocalypse Cockroach: Four hundred and fourteen contacts

"Finished, finished, he drank a bottle of wine and was drunk. Under the roof is zombie. If he didn’t come out for a long time, he must have been eaten and it was all finished..."

Guslav called first. He didn’t want anything now. He just wanted to exchange his hidden gold for a bottle of vodka, anesthetize himself with alcohol, and give himself temporary relief. It’s possible that he wouldn’t use drugs. Refuse, as long as this despair is not kept haunting him, he does not care about the life and death of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he only cares that Zhang Xiaoqiang can get him wine.

Ingres was silent and asked Paul to drive down his sister. Although he was eager for a miracle in his heart, he did not believe in a miracle. Zhang Xiaoqiang had two possibilities to go down. One is that the following zombie were all killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. There is a possibility that Zhang Xiaoqiang is really stupid. Although the first possibility is the biggest, he does not believe that someone can be single and kill more than two hundred zombie without a gun. Therefore, the most absurd reason makes him believe more, Zhang Xiaoqiang Is really drunk.

At this time, the woman who delivered the meal came up. Everyone had two pieces of dried moldy bread, a cup of wild vegetable soup that was slightly salty, and the bread hit a clean white disk. Each piece of bread was the same size. Even the amount of breadcrumbs is the same, and the women who deliver meals are very evenly distributed, so that you can only use a balance if you want to distinguish the size of the bread.

Everyone eats the same thing. Break the bread, throw it into the cup, shake the cup, and wait until the bread is soft, they drink all the soup in one bite, and after drinking, use your fingers to put the cup in Food scraps hooked into their mouths, even if they had eaten their first meal today.

"The bread is gone and the flour is almost..."

Ingres placed the cup at his feet and leaned on the solar panel support, as if talking to himself, the sound just happened to be heard by everyone present.

The other three all had their heads underneath. Moldy bread was unpalatable. The batter soup made of moldy flour was even more unpalatable. They were not dissatisfied. Apart from a few men, there were six women. Four A child, and three women are pregnant again. With these things, at least they can survive. In case these things are gone, they can't last long with potatoes alone.

"Either that, or I’ll drive out Karina, so that we can cut down on one meal. I’ll turn to you, and the supplies I’ve already used up? I know..."

Paul first noticed that the others were silent, Ingres hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, saying:

“It’s not easy for everyone to come together, it’s not easy to live now, we still have children, and hope, as long as we can live, they can live, I decided that we will plant potatoes from tomorrow The area has tripled, you don’t need to manage them, just plant them, and when the harvest comes, will you always grow some?"

Ingres’s proposal also made other people silent. Their potatoes are grown in the field but they can’t compete with those mutated plants that grow wildly. They are often strangled by the mutant plants before harvest. They must clean up the potato fields every day. If the mutated plants in the tree are planted, the chance of survival may be less than one-tenth.

"Maybe, maybe the Chinese kid will kill all the demons, so that we have the supplies of a supermarket, the supplies are enough for us to eat all the children grow up..."

Korchagin muttered to himself, none of the people around them agreed, before they had hundreds of people, there were many rifles, and they had killed many demons, but how could this be? Can those things be killed? A person has strength, even if he is a Evolution human, can he survive in a small supermarket like that under the siege of hundreds of zombie?

Everyone lost interest in observing their surroundings, sitting cross-legged on the ground and waiting for digestion. After a few minutes, Ingres stood up sharply and looked at the supermarket. Dark smoke rolled out of the supermarket, and he shouted loudly. Let others watch it together.

The thick smoke rolled outside along the window ventilator of the supermarket. The whole building was filled with black smoke. When they saw the black smoke, their hearts were all raised. Only Guslav shouted loudly:

"Burn well, burn well, burn all the demons to death. With hundreds of demons, we have more space, more supplies, more hope..."

Unspoken, under their building, there was a strange English sound like a chick crowing: "Hello!!!" Then the English became Chinese again: "On the top, find someone who can speak Mandarin... ."

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood quietly by the sealed building. While shouting, he looked at the potato fields not far away and looked at the neatly groomed fields. Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed a bit, that is, abroad, the place is large, the population is small. For China, even the cemetery is not easy to find, and you still want to farm in the city?

Soon, two Old Beard rushed from the back of the building. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's alert, he nodded and stretched his hand to ask Zhang Xiaoqiang to follow them, especially when they saw the pistol around Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist, the expression became more respectful.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the panic in the eyes of the two. Through his super far vision, no change in the eyes of the two could hide him. Nodded secretly, these foreigners are still self-knowledge, knowing that they can get hundreds of zombies. The people killed in the battle are not something they can afford.

The two led the way in front of them. They didn’t dare to move the things in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang. They left Zhang Xiaoqiang carrying two large backpacks, carrying two suitcases, and walked along the corner to the grass behind, behind , There is an open cellar, down the wooden ladder, and then walked through an tunnel, followed by the tunnel to a huge wine cellar, only empty wine bottles remained in the wine cellar.

When you arrive in the wine cellar, you are in the real hiding place of these people. In the center of the wine cellar, there is a pool with a splendid luster. Standing in this wine cellar, Zhang Xiaoqiang looks around in doubt, in the wine cellar. The light is not dark, obviously natural light, which made him curious, and then he found that hundreds of mirrors with different angles were suspended from the ceiling of the wine cellar. The mirror refracted the sunlight outside the vent hole, forming repeated refractions, which reflected the wine cellar. Like daylight.

The wine cellar is large enough. Most of the wooden racks have been burned out. Several wooden tables are laid with some kitchenware. There are many strange potatoes in the corner of the wine cellar. The potatoes are lined with sealed rows of potatoes. Plastic buckets, the ground on the side of the bucket, you can see some traces of flour sprinkling, and various dried wild vegetables hanging on the hanging line on the wall, it seems that the arrangement is not bad.

This is just their kitchen. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a stove-like thing with a large iron pan on it, a fast heating heater placed in the iron pan with a long power cord, beside the iron pan In the white disk, there are four washed and dried large potatoes, one tall and tall, but a thin Russian middle-aged woman standing sideways with humility ~ IndoMTL.com ~ seems to be preparing potatoes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t read much, followed the guides, walked up the stairs to the first floor, and bypassed a few aisles to the reception room on the second floor. The reception room is quite luxurious, and the decoration style is the classic European theme of the 18th century. All kinds of furniture, decorations, curtains and rugs have a noble style.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to this reception room with a touch of luxury and exoticism. He felt a little uncomfortable. He was used to the Chinese style. He suddenly got to a strange environment and felt the exotic atmosphere. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw several Old Beards that he had seen on the roof of the building. They were still wearing ragged clothes. They were suddenly relaxed. At least he was stronger than these masters in wearing.

The headed Old Beard is the oldest, and introduced himself in Russian in a few words, pointing at his nose and saying, "An...Ge...Er."

"Ingres..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang repeated, the Old Beard man laughed with satisfaction, reached out and invited Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit down, there was a sense of self in the room, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to weaken his name, nodded and smiled, pointing at his nose Say: "Conquistador..."

After talking about Zhang Xiaoqiang, he did what he wanted to do on the wooden chair in the style of Louis XVI, which was imitation of the Schleiden. The thing at hand was naturally placed on the side of the chair.

Ingres did not introduce other people. He just asked Zhang Xiaoqiang to look at all of their men to show their kindness, and then let others leave. At this time, Paul took his sister Karina in and came in.

Karina had some light makeup and blocked the bruise on her face. She wore a red chiffon skirt, her slim waist swings naturally as she walked gracefully. Seeing Karina, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to admit, This woman looks better in clothes than without clothes.