When people rushed out of the supermarket, they found that their eyes were misty and they could only barely see the outline of the car.
"Run!"
I don't know who shouted, and these people scrambled to climb into the car. Several people even started to struggle with each other, and the chaos became more and more chaotic.
"Bang bang bang!!"
Suddenly, a deafening burst of gunfire silenced the scene.
Captain Jia stood on the roof of the car. Although his silhouette could not be seen, everyone could hear his voice: "You are crazy. It's just the smog that scares you like this? Who dares to mess up anymore?"
If you yell nonsense, I will kill him first."
Although Captain Jia's curse was unpleasant, it was like a reassurance and made everyone quiet down.
"A bunch of rubbish, this scene scares you all." Captain Jia scolded and walked back and forth on the roof of the car: "I'm not exaggerating. When I was working in the capital when I was young, if I didn't inhale a few puffs of smog every winter, I would be dead.
I'm embarrassed to say that I lived in the capital."
Although it was an old joke, the expressions on everyone's faces finally calmed down.
Therefore, Captain Jia's ability to sit in this position shows that his professionalism is still excellent. For ordinary people, it is not easy to calm people down so quickly.
"Don't panic, our Inspector Yang is also nearby. We will meet up later. By then, all monsters and ghosts will be scum."
Everyone knows that Inspector Yang is the captain of the special forces team. Many people have witnessed him easily kill an Evolved One who looked like a prehistoric giant lizard by himself.
After taking this reassurance, everyone's panic disappeared.
As a result, everyone calmed down one after another, climbed into the car spontaneously, found a seat and sat down quietly.
This time, Captain Jia made a special decision. He opened a box of cigarettes and handed them out to everyone, one pack of cigarettes per person. Even a few people who had been fighting together now had smiles on their faces, giving each other a hand.
Hand me one to say sorry.
The pharmacist also got into the car, but he just sat in the car. He was sure there must be something wrong with the smog, but he didn't dare to run.
There is a saying that goes well: Don’t stick together when disaster strikes, and don’t go alone when encountering ghosts.
Under the current situation, he felt that it would be better for him to go with everyone for the time being, but what made him uncomfortable was that Yu Ni must be hiding among these people, maybe hiding somewhere and watching him secretly, or maybe even right there.
Sit next to yourself.
This made the pharmacist feel more and more uneasy. He sat there with his eyes rolling, watching the actions of the people around him from time to time.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Medicine!!"
Suddenly someone recognized the pharmacist and screamed.
The fog was too thick and the sky was too dark, and everyone had been busy moving things. Only now did someone see the pharmacist's face clearly, and they couldn't help shouting in surprise.
As soon as the voice fell, a car full of people rushed over.
The reputation of Yao Shi and Li Ci was so high in the camp that everyone even believed that they were the heroes who stopped the last virus outbreak.
At this moment, it was a time of crisis, and a hero actually appeared beside them. How could they be happy?
There was a rush of people rushing over, and the pharmacist's face turned dark at that moment, one hand was clenched into a fist, and his heart was in his throat, for fear that Xu Tong would take advantage of the chaos and punch him.
I am afraid of going on a killing spree, otherwise I will be very passive if I leave anyone alive.
Fortunately, Xu Tong did not take action at this time, which finally made the pharmacist secretly relieved.
"Mr. Yao, why are you injured!!"
At this time, the face of the young man sitting next to the pharmacist suddenly changed. His eyes widened and he stared at the wound on the pharmacist's lower abdomen, and his hands tremblingly clenched into fists.
Then the young man glanced at everyone's faces with red eyes and asked loudly: "Who is it? Who did it!!"
The young man was so grief-stricken and angry that he wished he could pull out the murderer and peel off his skin. His chest was heaving violently.
So that everyone immediately lowered their heads in silence. After all, it was so chaotic just now, and no one could tell who was responsible.
"Not to the point, not to the point of..."
The pharmacist pulled the young man guiltily and signaled him not to be so loud. His injuries looked serious, but in fact they were not broken.
Hearing the words, the young man opened his mouth, but in the end he lowered his head and silently got into the car to rummage around. After a while, he crawled back with a medical kit in his hand.
"Mr. Yao, let me do it."
The pharmacist glanced at the medicine box warily, fearing that there might be something like a bomb inside. When he was about to refuse sternly, the young man was already squatting in front of him.
"Last time the virus broke out, my dad...he...in short, you saved him, and you saved me. If it weren't for you, my sister and I would all die, I don't know how to repay you, but as long as you have
If necessary, I will be happy even if you ask me to die."
Faced with such a sincere confession, the pharmacist felt a little embarrassed for the first time.
He did not refuse the young man and asked him to bandage his wounds.
However, the pharmacist did not dare to be careless during the whole process. His face was as if nothing had happened, but he glanced at him from time to time to make sure that this kid was not playing any tricks.
The young man's bandaging technique is very skillful and simple, but every detail is handled neatly.
This made the pharmacist a little surprised: "Where to study medicine?"
The young man nodded shyly, and the pharmacist continued with a clear look: "Surgical place?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at everyone around him with a blush, and said in a buzzing voice like a fly: "Gynecology department..."
At this moment, everyone suddenly looked embarrassed.
"Haha, it's the same."
The pharmacist laughed awkwardly, feeling an indescribable twist in his heart.
Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long, and soon the car in front slowly stopped.
Everyone stuck their heads out one after another, trying to see clearly what was happening in front of them.
I saw that the mist in front of me was getting thicker and thicker, and I couldn't even see the road clearly. Even with the fog lights shining on it, it was completely white, as if a wall was pushed up in front of me. There was no way to see it from a distance of more than one meter.
It doesn't work.
In this case, even a veteran driver with more than ten years of driving experience would not dare to drive forward. This is completely a blind man trying to find the road. If he is not careful, even the person and the car may be in trouble.
Upon seeing this, Captain Jia picked up the walkie-talkie and called Supervisor Yang and others several times, but there was no reply. It may be that the water mist obscured the signal, or it may be that they went in a wrong direction and exceeded the communication range.
"What should we do? Should we just wait here until the fog dissipates?"
Someone suggested resting here until the haze clears tomorrow before setting off again.
This was a sound idea, and everyone else looked at Captain Jia. It was obvious that every word he said at this moment represented everyone's expectations.
After Captain Jia hesitated for a while, he shook his head: "No, we have to find a way to leave as soon as possible."
The reason why he said this was because before setting off, they received a temporary mission from above to find the whereabouts of the previous search team. He had read the report at the time, and the report showed that the first team was able to contact them after entering.
But as time goes by, it seems that the voice of each contact becomes smaller and smaller, until finally the contact is completely interrupted, and the last sentence only has five words... We are lost.
Perhaps out of professional sensitivity, Captain Jia always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, and their current situation at this moment seemed to be very similar to the situation encountered by the previous search team.
All kinds of uneasiness surrounded his heart, making him want to leave here as soon as possible.
"But……"
Captain Jia's words inevitably made many people feel conflicted. They felt that Captain Jia was simply unreasonable. Why should we continue walking when the road conditions in front of us are already like this?
If they are not careful, they may not die in the mouths of those infected, but in traffic accidents. That is really a great irony.
"Captain, I really can't see the road clearly today. How is this different from driving with my eyes closed? Isn't this looking for death?"
The driver was also persuading, and other people also gave suggestions, but Captain Jia was determined to leave. He couldn't explain to everyone. After all, he had just calmed down. If he continued to talk nonsense for no reason.
Such nonsense may lead to even greater trouble.
The noise below was getting louder and louder, which made Captain Jia even more upset and angry. Until now, he suddenly understood why his immediate superiors, such as Yang Yanwang, sometimes made choices that were difficult for their subordinates to understand.
But he never explains his actions.
After all, you sit in a different position and see different things, but unfortunately all this information cannot be shared.
After Captain Jia had this understanding, he simply gritted his teeth, raised his gun and pointed it at the sky.
The deafening sound of gunshots immediately silenced everyone. Captain Jia glanced at the drivers with a cold face and displeased eyes: "Even if we push forward one meter at a time, we still have to leave this hellish place."
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After he finished speaking, he pointed to a few people: "Tie a rope, form a group of five, hold a flashlight and go ahead to clear the way. Let's grope our way forward. I don't believe we can't get out."
Captain Jia's method is for each of the five people to tie a rope and tie a section of the thread to the front of the car. Each person walks in a different direction. After the person walking in front figures out the route, the car will follow the direction of the rope.
Although the method is a bit clumsy, it is still a good one.
Soon the five people tied the rope quickly and began to walk slowly forward.
After about ten minutes passed, four people turned back one after another.
After asking, I found out that they had walked in a big circle and turned back to where they were.
"Trash!" Captain Jia cursed secretly and looked at the last rope.
As time went by, the rope gradually became straighter. Captain Jia stood at the front of the car and watched with wide eyes. At this time, after the intercom made a "rustling..." sound for a while, he heard Zhang Peng walking in front.
The voice came from the intercom.
"Found... found the exit..."
After hearing this, everyone burst into cheers and Captain Jia also breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved his hand and signaled the driver to follow the rope and drive forward.
As the car moved forward slowly, I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely saw someone standing in front of me, it should be Zhang Peng.
He waved his hand to signal the car to move forward, and his voice came from the intercom: "Hurry up, hurry up, drive forward boldly."
The driver became a little impatient at his urging. Just when he was about to step on the accelerator and drive forward, Captain Dijia, who was standing at the head, suddenly saw something and his pupils suddenly tightened: "Stop!!!"
"squeak!!"
There was a sharp sound of braking, and everyone froze, and some almost rolled off the roof of the car.
Suddenly there was a burst of cursing greetings, all of which were greeting the driver's eighteenth generation ancestors.
But neither Captain Jia nor the driver was in the mood to pay attention to the shouts and curses. The two of them stared blankly at the broken bridge more than ten meters deep in front of them, their faces turned the color of pig liver, and cold sweat ran down their foreheads.
Just rolled down.
I saw a section of the rope falling to the bottom of the bridge. What was even weirder was that Zhang Peng's shouts came from the intercom from time to time: "Come down quickly, hurry up, it's so cold down there, come and stay with me!!!"
