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Chapter 833 Conflict After Breaking Out

December 15th, morning, outside Kamuzhigaoka Middle School.

The heavy crane knocked away the zombies in front, and the other vehicles followed closely and rushed out.

He turned a deaf ear to the cries for help from the trapped vehicle in the East and pretended not to have heard it. Instead, he was stimulated by the screams and wanted to leave quickly.

At this moment, the result of stopping is to be surrounded by zombies passing behind, and then the whole car may not start, and it will be trapped and die on the spot.

A hundred meters to the south is the park, and the zombie army is passing by, heading to the helicopter landing point a hundred meters to the east.

When she arrived at the park, Shan Dai accelerated her sprint, 400 meters to the south. The oil terminal was 400 meters to the south, and there would be fewer zombies there.

But for these 400 meters, we can only rush south against the zombies coming from the south.

After another 100 meters, the convoy passed through the park and entered the street. The oncoming zombies were more dense, and the speed of the vehicle dropped sharply.

"Stop rushing, find a place to stop, and wait for the zombies to pass by before leaving. There are not many people living here. I believe that after this large number of zombies, the zombies passing through again will not be so dense." Asuna Yuuki said in one breath on the intercom.

over.

"This is a good idea." Gao Cheng Yuriko supported.

"I understand, let's do it like this." Yamazaki had no objection, "Turn off all the drones."

The convoy immediately stopped at the downstairs of the residence along the way, parked against the wall, pretending to be part of the building, and quietly waiting for the zombies to pass by.

Ten minutes, ten minutes of holding your breath, ten minutes of frightening, ten minutes that felt like several hours later, the zombie team coming from the south became thinner.

"Let's go." Shandai started the car first.



The convoy rushed all the way to the oil production terminal and went straight to the largest giant oil tanker, which has solar auxiliary power equipment and the most abundant power resources.

However, on the way, she saw a ferry parked near a product oil tanker. Shandai drove over because she knew without thinking that she was looking for oil.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was the Motozu. I checked online and found that it was a Shikoku ferry with a capacity of 16,000 tons, about 700 passengers, 35 crew members, and carried 191 trucks and 184 passenger cars.

However, no matter how good it is, it's none of Shan Dai's business, but it doesn't matter if she wants fuel. "Hey, all the boats here belong to me."

What emerged was a group of students, who had already seen the car.

Mitsuru Numai, a young man with a slicked back hair, sneered, "Your name is not written on it."

"Go away and die." Hei Changbo, a fat man with a big belly, smiled evilly and raised his middle finger.

"Students, please don't do this." Female teacher Ryoko Anno said urgently.

"The world has become like this, so stop being pretentious about being a teacher." Sasakawa Ryuhei, who had dyed his flowing blond hair, said disdainfully.

Numai Mitsuru, Kuronagahiro, and Sasakawa Ryuhei are restless teenagers with poor grades. They like the current world because they can grab anything they like.

"Shut up, don't talk to Mr. Ryoko like that," the short Kuninobu Qingshi said angrily.

"You have to respect the teacher, understand?" the handsome Qiu Qiuya shouted.

The two of them are orphans and grew up with teacher Ryoko Anno.

The boat was noisy and chaotic, but as the motorcade arrived, the boat suddenly became silent, because Takagi Souichiro's team could be said to have guns at hand, which was more than enough to intimidate the students.

"I am Soichiro Takagi, the president of the Isshinkai Association, and I would like to speak personally." Soichiro Takagi stood on the car and shouted domineeringly.

"Um, I'm Kamon Mimi from the Kagawa Prefecture Board of Education..." A short man with a sinewy face wiped his sweat and carefully exposed his head.

"Who's on board?"

"I am Masahiro Hayashida, a teacher at Iwaki Middle School..."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a medium build and ordinary appearance.

"Most of the people on board are classmates from Class B in the third year of our school. I am the class teacher Anno Ryoko..."

The young and beautiful female teacher looks very weak.

"Oh, Kiriyama Kazuo and Mimura Nobuhi, are they still alive?" Takagi Yuriko said.

"He's still alive, thank you for your concern, auntie." Nobuhiro Mimura, a handsome young man appeared, with a spiky hairstyle that looked very much like him.

Yuriko Takagi nodded. Mimura Nobuhi's deceased uncle was her friend, and Mimura Nobuhi was a relative of her uncle and was raised by his uncle. His uncle was a computer expert and he was also a computer expert.

"Hello." Kiriyama Kazuo also showed up. A man with a slicked back hair, his hands in his pockets, said coldly. Although it was a greeting, it was full of condescension.

Takagi Yuriko nodded. Kiriyama Kazuo is the legitimate son of the Kiriyama Consortium, and the Kiriyama Consortium has business dealings with Takagi Yuriko.

Kiriyama Kazuo smashed his head in a car accident. He has no pain since then, and seems to have no emotions. He is aloof from things, but he has become a genius. He seems to be good at everything he learns, but it is still very pitiful.

Takagi Yuriko sighed in her heart, she was still so indifferent, poor child.

Shan Dai protested: "Okay, just say hello here, I don't care who you were before, no one is allowed to touch my things."

"In fact, although I remotely cracked the code of this product oil tanker, none of us know how to refuel." Nobushi Mimura shrugged, "But I can drive the ship away."

"Ha, try it." Shandai said angrily, "This is my ship. All the oil tankers here belong to me. I won't give it to you even if I burn the ship."

"Then you'd better burn them now, or I'll drive them all away." Nobushi Mimura said with an evil smile.

What Mimura Nobuhi didn't say was that he had started looking for fuel since he took control of the ferry a few days ago. At that time, he selected this product oil tanker and began to crack the code remotely, which was not completed until this morning.

"Okay, don't waste time," Yamazaki said, "Let's go, you originally grabbed this oil, and as far as we are concerned, the supplies are enough, there is no need to compete with others for these."

"Humph." Shandai got into the car dissatisfied.

"Let's go now."

"Think we are scared."

"I'm so scared."

There was a sarcastic sound coming from the boat, and those who spoke were Numai Mitsuru, Kuronagahiro, and Sasagawa Ryuhei. They were all hiding by the side of the boat, not showing their heads at all.

"Shut up, kid." Takagi Soichiro shouted. He knew Shandai's strength and it would be very troublesome.

Shandai snorted coldly, took out her pistol, stretched out the window without looking, raised her hand and fired three times in the air seemingly casually, causing everyone on the ferry to dodge.

Numai Mitsuru, Kuronagahiro, and Sasakawa Ryuhei laughed strangely. They were not in the shooting range at all, unless the bullets would turn.

But their smiles froze on their faces, and their companions who looked at their heads blooming lost consciousness in shock, because the bullets really turned, and the bullets dropped from the air and fell on their heads.

"ah!"

Looking at the heads of Mitsuru Numai, Hiro Kuronagawa, and Ryuhei Sasakawa, blood and brain tissue spurted out, many girls screamed.

Shandai knew it was done, started the car with satisfaction, and led the team to leave.




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