The time goes back to two days ago, on May 17th.
At this time, the Blue Moon Garden Community had not been attacked by the black and green flowing fire. It was the night after Lu Yu killed the car-level zombies in the transformation stage.
In front of an inconspicuous warehouse somewhere in the west of N city, four silent figures appeared on the street without street lights.
Although the number of secondary infected bodies around the warehouse is not large, they are definitely not rare.
But the strange thing is that these secondary infected bodies seem to have not noticed the four figures in the dark, and are still wandering blindly on their own.
A faint white light that was not too strong shone from among the four people, reflecting a young face.
I saw his mouth opening and closing slightly and whispering something.
"Boss, this should be the right place. The information given by the organization indicates that there are four motorcycles in the warehouse, which can be used as our transportation to Yunlong Town."
"Well, looking at the warehouse, it should have been arranged long ago. However, although it is organized, necessary precautions must be taken. Sheep and Scorpion——"
A high-pitched male voice sounded among the four of them, calling out with a helpless tone.
"Hey, Brother Yin, I originally agreed to reward me tonight, but now I have to do this bullshit mission. I'm not happy..."
In response, bone-crushing and ecstatic sounds followed one after another, but it was slightly different from the suppressed tone of the previous two sentences. The master who said these words had no concern for the secondary infected bodies around him, and did not even show any intention of speaking in a low voice.
"Ouch?"
Although the secondary infected bodies around the warehouse have no vision, their hearing is normal. When they hear someone speaking, they all turn their heads in the direction of the sound.
"Sheep and Scorpion! Don't make trouble. I had no choice but to receive this task. I will make it up to you when I get back..."
There was a hint of pleading in the thin male voice, and it was clear that he had nothing to do with this woman.
"Uh, boss, there are two secondary infections here..."
A look of fear appeared on the face illuminated by the white light, and he panicked to remind his teammates around him.
"There are only two secondary infected bodies. Do you want to practice your skills? This is a great opportunity..."
Another male voice came from the darkness, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Maozi, stop making trouble and get rid of it quickly. Let's go into the warehouse."
Among the three people on the periphery, a thin figure stepped forward. Only a soft pop was heard, and the zombie walking in the front fell to the ground without any unnecessary struggling movements. It was like a corpse that had been stabbed by someone. A puppet with the string cut off.
"Brother Yin is good at it."
There was admiration from the remaining two people, and they saw a cold light flashing in the darkness. The secondary infected body slightly far away sluggishly sluggish, and knelt on the ground with a plop.
A wound opened on the back of the zombie's neck, and black mucus gurgled out.
I don't know when the black shadow behind him flicked his wrist, and the butterfly knife in his hand flashed with a glimmer of light, and then was quickly put away.
The thin man who struck first was named Yin Ji, and the silent shadow who struck last was named Mao Jiarui.
The four-person group that suddenly appeared in the west of the city was the action team that previously investigated mutant creature No. 1158 - Dark Thorn.
For some unknown reason, they were supposed to be investigating the ruins of Wogo Supermarket. They received a temporary order from the organization and were asked to rush to Yunlong Town overnight.
Guided by the information given by the organization, the four people came to an inconspicuous warehouse somewhere in the west of the city and prepared to obtain transportation.
"Weapons, open the door."
Without responding to Mao Jiarui's praise, Yin Ji put away his dagger and ordered in a deep voice.
The young man whose face was illuminated by the faint white light heard the captain's order and put his hand
After closing the computer, he put it into his backpack, carefully avoiding the corpses on the ground, and walked to the front of the warehouse.
Wu Qi didn't know when a thin wire appeared in his hand, and he opened the padlock on the warehouse door in a few clicks.
With the soft sound of the lock opening, the vigilance of several people was raised to the highest level, but the expected danger did not happen. The warehouse was quiet and there was nothing else but motorcycles.
"It seems that this warehouse was arranged by the organization during the grand layout."
Looking at the motorcycle in front of him, Yin Ji's eyes flashed with light.
For such a huge and well-arranged organization, it was only a matter of time before it could subvert the world. He was glad that he was not on the wrong team or in the wrong position.
"Hey, it's still Ducati, let me see, tsk tsk, Scrambler 1000, this is a good thing..."
Mao Jiarui, who then entered the warehouse, was overjoyed when he saw the scene in front of him. He quickened his steps and reached the motorcycle first.
As a sniper, Mao Jiarui doesn't have any other hobbies except studying various motorcycles.
In his opinion, only the wildest motorcycles can be called men's rides, and other four-wheeled vehicles can only be used as means of transportation at best.
"But...why are there only four motorcycles..."
Wu Qi, who was standing by the door, asked strangely.
"Forehead……"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and unconsciously counted the number of motorcycles.
One, two, three, four, no more, no less, exactly four.
"What's wrong with four motorcycles? There are four of us in total. Four motorcycles are just right..."
The charming eyes moved away from Yin Ji's face, and Yang Xiu said nonchalantly.
"No, Sheep and Scorpion, you forgot one thing."
Yin Ji frowned, his face filled with doubts.
"Our team is incomplete because Lao Xia died at Research Station No. 7."
"Of course I know that. There are four of us. The motorcycle in the warehouse is for four people. Isn't it just enough?"
Yang Xiu raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and squeezed the scenery on her chest deeper and deeper.
"It is indeed just enough, but the things in this warehouse are obviously not temporarily purchased by the organization. It seems that it should be a spare material warehouse."
"Since it is a reserve material warehouse, the number of motorcycles should be arranged according to the standard number of people in the action team. The number of action teams in the organization is generally controlled at five people, so the number of motorcycles here should be five. How could it be? One car is missing..."
Yin Ji still wanted to think, but Yang Xiu hugged his arm and said coquettishly in a slightly impatient tone.
"Oh Brother Yin, maybe the person who arranged the supplies made a mistake. Why are we thinking so much? We are just following orders. We just need to complete the task. If we think too much, that hypocritical organization will not give us any extra money. Contribution point.”
"Yes, Brother Yin, don't think about it. Maybe there is something wrong with the organizational arrangements."
Mao Jiarui, who was already straddling the motorcycle, echoed that compared to Yang Xiu's impatience, he wanted to try the motorcycle under him quickly.
"Okay, if there is nothing wrong after checking, we will set off. It is already dark now, and there is not enough time left for us to rush on."
Although there was still an uncertain look on his face, Yin Ji shook his head and focused his attention on the task at hand.
The organization required them to go to Yunlong Town overnight, and they didn't even have time to provide equipment and supplies for the night trip. This shows that the time limit of the mission is very urgent.
In comparison, the current doubts seem somewhat insignificant.
"It's been checked and the fuel tanks are full.
Yes, the tires are also widened turtle-back tires, and the organizational considerations are really thorough..."
Turning the key, Mao Jiarui couldn't wait to wake up the beast under his crotch. The low sound of the engine echoed in the not-so-large warehouse, attracting the secondary infected bodies outside.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
"Well, Sheep Xiezi and Wu Qi, get on the bus. I'll be at the front. Maozi, please stay behind. Don't be left behind."
With that said, Yin Ji chose the motorcycle closest to him, turned the key, and started the engine.
"Oh, that's really annoying. Why doesn't the person who arranges supplies miss another motorcycle? That way I can sit on the back seat of Brother Yin's motorcycle..."
Yang Xiu said coquettishly, with a trace of reluctance on his face.
But she didn't do anything strange this time. She just complained verbally, then turned over and sat on the motorcycle.
The roar of the engine sounded one after another, and four white lights drove out of the warehouse and drove along the road towards the outside of the city...
…
At the same time, outside the west of N city, above the middle section of Fenghua River.
A tragic battle had just ended here, and a large number of corpses were scattered beside the convoy lined up along the river. Although these corpses were dressed in different shapes, most of them had one obvious thing in common.
That is, the corpses all have a certain degree of mutilation. Either the head is missing, or the spine is completely broken, and the wounds are uneven. At first glance, it seems that they were hit by some blunt instrument.
Soldiers in groups of three or three were holding guns and carefully inspecting the corpses on the ground. As soon as they saw anyone alive, they immediately used their military thorns to touch up the corpses.
Although the entire team seems to have won on the surface, only those who have experienced it personally can tell how huge the price was.
In the middle of the large army, next to the military vehicle where the wounded were placed.
A well-proportioned young soldier was saying something to the filthy girl in front of him. He lightly covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and waved his right hand in the air a few times, as if to remove the odor in the air.
The girl standing in front of him caught a glimpse of the other person's disgusted look. Her face suddenly turned red, she stamped her feet, and followed a man who looked like an officer into one of the military vehicles.
When the girl came out again, she had taken off her dirty clothes and put on a pure black military uniform.
Probably because of the girl's strong muscles, the military uniform, which was a bit too loose for her, actually fit her very well. After a little tidying up, it looked very neat and tidy.
The girl seemed to be very satisfied with her outfit, jumping up and down in the direction she came from.
Rather than immediately returning to the back of the car to rest, she seemed to prefer staying with the young soldier with a nice smile.
This well-proportioned young soldier is naturally Ma Long, whose unit number is 22 and belongs to the air rescue team.
While the girl was changing clothes, he did not leave the middle of the motorcade. He still stood at the back of the carriage, staring at the interior of the carriage, with an extremely solemn expression on his face.
"Dear Ma Long, I've changed my clothes!"
The girl quickly came to Ma Long's side without waiting for Qiu Qianjun behind to follow.
Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao coming back, Ma Long's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still did not leave the interior of the car.
"You go and have a rest. It's only one o'clock now, so you can still sleep for a while. You have to rush out early tomorrow morning, and there won't be time for you to catch up on your sleep."
Ma Long spoke calmly. Although he did not look at the girl, he could hear a hint of concern in his tone.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not sleepy. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Xu Xiaoxiao, who was very nervous, did not hear the concern in the young soldier's words at all, and patted his chest nonchalantly...
