On the fourth day after entering Los Angeles, everyone finally had a steaming and delicious lunch. The bald man held a toothpick in his mouth, lay on the sofa, patted his bulging belly, and asked Tang Zheng about the next task.
"Clear the zombies in each suite and make sure there are multiple hiding places. I will go to the backyard warehouse to get some ropes, make some simple rope ladders, and then connect the upper and lower floors through the window railings." Tang Zheng sat at the coffee table.
, take a water-based pen and write and draw on a piece of white paper.
"Very good, this way we won't be stuck in the suite like last time." Cheng Chen's eyes lit up and he immediately praised this method, "It seems we have chosen a good group leader."
Everyone nodded, and even Zhao Jingye had to admit that Tang Zheng was very good at solving these difficult problems. He could always think of methods and strategies that others could not think of.
"Then go to the power distribution room to make sure that the generator can operate normally after the city's power outage and that there is sufficient diesel reserves." Tang Zheng looked at the sunshine outside the window and said, "The power distribution room is not in a hurry. Let's arrange the escape route first.
Well, if Nazi zombies appear tonight, I won’t be helpless waiting to die.”
In a busy and tense afternoon, no one dared to rest. Under the threat of the shadow of death, they all worked hard.
Pang Meiqin's cooking skills were surprisingly good, so she was responsible for the dinner. However, as midnight approached, everyone lost their appetite. Everyone gathered in the living room and frequently looked at the alarm clock hanging on the wall.
"I'm confirming the name of the room. Don't make a mistake in panic. Cheng Chen, come and report." Tang Zheng was still familiar with firearms. This time he changed it to M4A1. He disassembled it into parts and assembled it under the guidance of Lin Weiguo.
"1108, 1008, 908, 808, and then 807, 707, 607 in the opposite room." Cheng Chen knew all the treasures, after all, they were the ones who built these rope ladders.
"These rooms are relatively close to the elevator. Nazi zombies can't drive the elevator. It's okay to hide in if necessary. Of course, this method is not recommended. If they accidentally touch the elevator button, they will still open the elevator door.
"Tang Zheng continued to explain to them the precautions.
"What kind of bad luck does it take for a zombie to open the elevator door?" the bald man joked, but unfortunately no one answered.
"There is not enough time today, so we can only make so many rope ladders. We have to continue until tomorrow. We must ensure that there are more than three escape rope ladders on each floor." Tang Zheng glanced around the living room and said, "Everyone's performance today is very good.
Yes, it deserves praise. Another thing to note is, don't think about being lazy, everyone is watching you."
"Xiao Tang, give each of us a grenade. If we really encounter a crisis, we might be able to use it to delay time and save a life." Qin Yan was seeking benefits for the flight attendants again.
"You don't know how to use it, so it's useless if you take it." The bald man was not happy. He had a lot of grenades, but he didn't want to hand them over to the public. This thing is a powerful weapon, so be prepared to defend yourself more. It's absolutely right.
"There are a total of fourteen people here, Zhao Jingye, 12 grenades, bald man, 16 grenades. Each of you will keep four grenades. Hand over the rest and give one to each of the flight attendants and one to each of the Consongde maintenance workers.
Then the rest will be given to Lin Weiguo, and Qin Yan will have four pills each, well, the extra one will be given to Lin Weiguo."
"Why, why can you kill two Nazi zombie squads alone without even releasing a grenade, a total of twenty-two people, each carrying four grenades, that's more than eighty, plus Li Xinlan cleaned up 602
I picked them up for you in the room, and I conservatively estimate that there are ten of them. Even if you used a dozen to retake the kitchen to blow up the tank zombies, there are still more than sixty. You have the most grenades, so why should you let us go out?" Bald Head
The man became anxious, sat up straight, and shouted loudly, "This is not fair."
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him. Pang Meiqin and Cheng Chen looked at Tang Zheng with wide eyes. They were frightened by this terrifying data again. During the last punishment time, it seemed that no one except him had killed even a single Nazi zombie soldier.
Well, maybe Lin Weiguo has two or three kittens in his account, but this is the famous Southern Sword, and his record with Tang Zheng must be a bit shabby.
"You are quite good at calculating accounts, and you are good at math. If I remember correctly, the original owner of the grenades you picked up was killed by Tang Zheng." Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes at Wu Xudong, saying that he could not refute.
"If you two don't agree, you can get the next supply of weapons and ammunition yourself." Tang Zheng only said one sentence, and he poked at the weakness of the bald man and Zhao Jingye.
There was no way, the two of them had no way to get back the weapons, so they had to compromise. After all, they didn't want to fight zombies with bare hands, so they reluctantly walked into the bedroom, took out the grenade bag and threw it in the living room.
No one needed to greet me, the flight attendants had already started allocating them spontaneously.
Consonde poked the maintenance man next to him in the waist without leaving any trace. The latter hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.
"Why did Consonde and I just give him a grenade?"
"Will you throw away the excess? If you dare to serve as vanguard soldiers and use them as bait, four for each of you." Tang Zheng looked at the maintenance man, who immediately avoided his sight. He didn't have the courage.
"Everyone, you have got the grenade, but please be careful not to use it casually until the critical moment. We still have eleven days to go." Tang Zheng glanced at everyone's eyes and warned, "Otherwise, you will be killed next time.
There will be no supplies and nothing can be obtained.”
After this episode, it was almost midnight. Everyone, including Tang Zheng, tensed up and stared at the rotating second hand of the clock on the wall, waiting for the mechanical sound of the silver Trojan horse to sound.
The dull and depressing atmosphere was almost breathless. The moment they arrived at twelve o'clock, everyone jumped up, holding their guns and waiting seriously. They began to turn their heads, looking around for any traces of Nazi zombies that might have been transported, but there was nothing.
Did not happen.
Five minutes passed, and the whole building was still quiet, as if sleeping in the middle of the night.
"Isn't it coming?" The bald man muttered softly, "The punishment troops shouldn't come every day, otherwise we wouldn't be able to let people live?"
"You'll know if you go out and take a look." Lin Weiguo teased, and Wu Xudong immediately became anxious and shouted, "Why don't you go?"
"Okay, I'll go." After saying that, the former southern sword really walked to the door, opened it and entered the corridor.
"You guys wait here, I'll go to the security room and check the monitor." Tang Zheng didn't want to wait any longer. If it weren't for the fact that the security room didn't have a rope ladder, he would have just waited there. "But the silver Trojan didn't say anything. Tonight
It should be safe and sound."
Until the morning sun rose, no punishment troops arrived. Qin Yan guessed that they might appear in multiples of three, which meant that the next appearance would be at midnight six days later, which was recognized by everyone.
Sure enough, midnight passed smoothly on the fifth day, and as more and more rope ladders were built, more floors and rooms were connected, and everyone felt more at ease. As long as their luck was not extremely bad, they could hide for half an hour.
No problems at all.
On the sixth day, almost all the zombies in the hotel were killed, and the zombies on the street showed no signs of attacking or evolving, and were still wandering aimlessly, so everyone suddenly had nothing to do, and Pang Meiqin sighed.
This trip to Los Angeles is good, of course, it would be even more perfect if you can go to the beach to sunbathe and enjoy surfing.
However, the bored flight attendants quickly found another entertainment activity, which was to search the suites, looking for all the items after 2011, and stuffing them into travel bags, ready to take them back to the real world. The bald male maintenance man and even Zhao Jingye also
After joining later, no one will have trouble with money. The bald man's favorite is the piles of dollars. Whenever he finds some 'Franklin', he will happily hold it and publicize it everywhere.
Tang Zheng suddenly thought of a question. If these banknotes were printed after 2011, would they be treated as counterfeit banknotes when they return to the real world?