Guangdong Province.

Delta alluvial plain.

Guangzhou City Center.

It is twenty kilometers away from the Guangshi Steel Plant where Uncle San and others were.

A presidential suite on the top floor of a pre-apocalyptic six-star hotel building.

Brother Dong, who is wearing a suit and has a greasy slicked-back hairdo, has been observing in recent months since those damn thugs left, but they have not seen those people come back.

So they returned to their previous arrogance. Although they couldn't be said to be very good, at least their leader Dong Ge was living quite comfortably.

On weekdays, he relies on his subordinates to search for supplies, extort some food from local survivors, and even plant crops in the building.

When the weather is fine, it is so pleasant to play golf on the rooftop.

He was so comfortable that he didn't even have to leave the building.

After all, this building is too high, making it difficult to get up and down.

But until this typhoon came.

At first, half an hour after the typhoon arrived, he thought it was just an ordinary heavy rain.

The building he was in was still strong despite heavy rains and floods. He felt that as long as he stayed in this building, he could escape from everything.

However, an hour after the typhoon blew, he felt something was wrong.

The violent wind, like a crazy beast, beat hard on the window.

Since it is not far from the ocean, it serves as a landing place for typhoons.

The vast and majestic rain poured down like countless fire hoses.

The wind ruthlessly uprooted the street trees on the ground, and the hurricane rolled up the tree, like a sharp sword piercing the tenth floor glass of the building.

Ping ping pong pong.

The sand and gravel on the ground were rolled up.

It was carried by the wind and hit the buildings of the city like raindrops.

Due to its high height, this building was once a landmark building before the end of the world.

But because the height was too high, it blocked the roaring typhoon and became a target.

Boom!

During the lightning and thunder, Brother Dong saw a scene that made his scalp numb.

An abandoned car on the ground was rolled up by the typhoon. It was rolled up to a height of a hundred meters, and then it fell heavily on the building opposite.

The decoration of this top floor building is very good. As a presidential level suite, you can see the river view from a high position.

The living room has large glass windows and floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside at night before the end of the world, you can see the mountains and small mountains from a high place. It feels like you are superior to all living things.

This is also the reason why Brother Dong chose to place his stronghold here, not only because he can avoid the zombies below, but also because it can satisfy his little wish.

But at the typhoon landing site, the typhoon was extremely windy. After a few hours of appetizer, the wind suddenly increased, surpassing the largest typhoon in history.

Huhu——

Clang——

Solid floor-to-ceiling windows, excellent quality.

But at this moment, it was completely broken.

Broken glass swept through this luxurious house.

It instantly sucked away a boy who was near the window and blew him outside the window.

This is on the sixty-eighth floor.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the sofas, coffee tables, and curtains in the house were all sucked away by the typhoon. Under the huge pressure difference, Dong Ge almost flew out.

He quickly ran to the toilet.

Bang bang bang!

"Old Bear, open the fucking door!"

Brother Dong banged hard on the toilet closest to him.

Lao Xiong's lazily voice came from the toilet: "Brother Dong, aren't there other toilets? I just squatted down."

"Fuck you!" Brother Dong was furious.

But what Lao Xiong said is true. As a presidential luxury suite, every room in this suite is equipped with a toilet.

Without any time to think about it, Brother Dong immediately ran to another room.

When he opened the door, he was shocked to see the scene inside the room.

This presidential suite is entirely glass, and every room has a good viewing spot. To put it simply, every room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

There's even a window-side bath.

In the room, the typhoon roared, the glass flew, and the bed inside was blown outside.

He clutched the door handle tightly, and half of his body was blown up.

The door rattled in the wind, and it looked like it wouldn't last long and was about to break.

boom!

A piece of glass the size of a cup flew over and cut a deep bloody groove on his arm.

A painful expression appeared on his face, and his brain was running rapidly while checking the situation in the room.

Various items in the house, including some of his collection of fine wine, were scattered all over the floor, and yellow wine flowed all over the floor.

Soon, he found a way out.

Gritting his teeth, he simply let go of his hand, turned sideways, and pressed against the load-bearing wall next to him.

Since the window glass in the north and south of the house was broken, the wind from outside blew in and pressed him against the load-bearing wall.

He ignored the wound on his arm and instead lay on the ground, then swung his body sideways in a gliding state and climbed towards the door at the back.

Without the protection of the load-bearing wall, the wind blew him outside, but because he was lying on his stomach, his whole body turned sideways.

So he just got stuck on the edge of the door.

He straightened his body vigorously, his eyes unable to open due to the wind, and then he opened the toilet door of the back room with difficulty.

This toilet is a suite in the room and is not close to the window.

Four walls and a door in the middle.

But the moment he opened the door, the force of the wind pushed his entire body toward the door.

boom!

After the door was opened, he was suddenly slapped against the wall by the wind, and his whole body was hung on the door.

He held the door handle and door eaves tightly.

The veins in the neck are exposed.

The whole person was hanging by the door, and his legs were swaying up and down in the wind.

He used all his strength to pull against the wall next to the door.

My eyes were almost unable to open due to the wind.

Squeak!

A heavy sofa in the living room was blown, and then it was blown towards his room.

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One minute later.

Just when he couldn't hold on any longer and thought he was certain to die.

Bang!

That sofa was blown over.

He hit the door of this room heavily. Because the sofa was too large, he could not pass through the door. Instead, the sofa blocked the wind in front of him.

The wind dropped sharply.

His whole body fell heavily from mid-air.

His face lit up, but he didn't have time to be happy yet.

He crawled into the toilet like a dead dog.

By the way, he also closed the toilet door.

Boom!
To be continued...