Chapter four hundred and forty-fifth correspondence
“Buzz buzz—!”
It was just getting dark when the huge noise of a helicopter approached from a distance, breaking the tranquility of the area.
Countless zombies looked up at the sky, and then suddenly transformed from stiff puppets into extremely violent beasts.
Hundreds of zombies chased the helicopter, using all four limbs like agile monkeys, looking up at the sky while quickly passing over obstacles one after another.
As the helicopter got closer and closer to Century City, dense zombies also surrounded it from the ground.
Standing on the rooftop of Century City, looking at the zombies below like a swarm of ants, Lucy's face looked a little ugly.
"In this kind of urban area, even if the zombies can be gathered in one place, it will be difficult to get rid of them all..."
With a cold face, Lucy stepped on the edge of the rooftop and stared at the ground: "When we drive in, we don't know how much energy it will take and how many people will die before we can stand firm. Fortunately, after investigation
, this area is full of various large shopping malls, and there is an industrial park on the way with a lot of supplies."
She looked back at Ling Mo, suddenly hesitated, and then whispered: "I will say goodbye soon. But until last night, I was still bothering you. The little reward I gave you was all mine.
**. Let’s do this. As long as you are still in x city in the future, if you need my help with anything, you can come here to see me. This Century City will probably be our headquarters by then, so you can come here to see me.
."
Although Lucy's tone was indifferent, the look in her eyes seemed to be filled with a hint of expectation...
"Well Lulu, thank you."
Ling Mo replied unceremoniously.
Of course I have to take advantage of it, but the zombie last night was actually attracted by Ye Lian and the others...
The helicopter did not fly directly to Century City, but hovered nearby, seemingly observing the surrounding situation.
At the open cabin door, an air force soldier holding a submachine gun was aiming at the zombies trying to get close to the helicopter.
The distance was too far, and although he was vigilant, he never fired.
Some zombies have already run to the rooftops of nearby buildings, but with the collective evolution, the behavioral patterns and instincts of these zombies are gradually changing.
When they look too far away, these zombies will no longer blindly pounce on them.
However, when the helicopter passes over some rooftops, the zombies that have been ready to move will suddenly jump up and try to catch the helicopter.
Twice, I even almost succeeded. Fortunately, the soldier holding the submachine gun was very calm. After a series of gunshots, he knocked the zombies out of the air.
"These monsters can only act arrogantly on the ground. Like us in the sky, they can only watch and there is nothing they can do."
The soldier who fired the gun said with a smile.
Looking at the zombies on the ground looking up at him, the soldier looked very proud.
But within a few glances, the soldier's expression became a little uncomfortable.
The blood-red eyes of those zombies have no emotion at all, they are cold, cold, and violent...
Moreover, they were agitated at first, but as the helicopter lingered longer, they seemed to gradually calm down.
But this kind of silence made the soldiers feel very uncomfortable.
"Damn, these monsters!"
The soldier cursed in a panic, then pointed at the roof below and pulled the trigger again.
A series of bullets went down, but they only hit one of the slower-moving zombies.
The zombie was injured on the shoulder and swayed slightly, but it didn't go crazy like other injured zombies. Instead, it continued to stare at him coldly.
The blood spattered away, and several zombies on the side slowly turned their attention to the injured zombie, and then suddenly surrounded it.
The sounds of chewing and tearing sounded immediately, but other than that, there was no sound...
Seeing the stumps scattered around, the soldier frowned: "What a filthy monster. These things... we will wipe them out sooner or later!"
"I saw them, they are on the rooftop over there! That should be Century City!"
Another soldier kept looking around with a telescope. When he spotted Ling Mo and his party, he immediately turned around and shouted.
In the cabin, a tall and sturdy man was sitting in the cabin. He was wearing casual clothes and his leather jacket looked quite old.
He has a crew cut, and a scar extends from the top of his head to his closed left eye.
The open right eye was cloudy and looked very decadent.
The one-eyed man had a cigarette in his mouth, and even though his tone was normal, he looked quite unruly: "Are there those people Liu Baodong mentioned?"
"There is a man, three women, and a child. It seems that the main fighting force should be the man. But among the three women, one of them is holding a... sickle, and maybe a little bit...
Just do it." The soldier turned back and stared at Ling Mo and the others for a while, then said.
"Haha, this is the bodyguard Liu Baodong was talking about? He is holding a sickle... He thinks he is cutting zombies but he is unparalleled in cutting grass?"
One Eye showed a hint of sarcasm, and smiled disdainfully: "Then Liu Baodong is a fool. He sent several people to follow him, but in the end he had to rely on others to escort him... How dare you kill people and disgrace our Air Force Corps?
You make your own decisions and promise to pay others. It really makes me sick!"
"Bring me the gun!"
One Eye took the sniper rifle, squatted at the hatch, and took aim at Ling Mo and others.
His eyes first drifted over Shana, and then locked on Ling Mo: "Psychic superpowers... no matter how powerful they are, they can't withstand bullets."
Ling Mo, who was looking at the helicopter on the rooftop, suddenly frowned, feeling like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.
He looked at the helicopter with some suspicion, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Sure enough, he is really spiritual. His sensing ability is as good as a dog's nose."
Through the scope, One Eye met Ling Mo's eyes: "Haha, he has really killed someone before. This look is so cruel, it doesn't look like him. The women around him are more beautiful than the other.
."
"What, Brother Yan, do you like it?"
The soldier was holding a telescope and drooling as he looked at it.
"There are not many women alive, and even fewer beautiful women. What do you think? That Liu Baodong is a sissy. He only said to pay them, and said that the leader was a spiritual superpower, and he didn't tell the leader about these women.
Isn’t it pretty?” One Eye stared at it for a while, then sneered and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun, “When the regiment leader promised to pay him, the expression on his face may not have been understood by anyone present but Liu Baodong.
"
He suddenly looked back at the two soldiers and asked, "Do you understand?"
"Uh..." The soldier holding the telescope hesitated and said, "But... didn't the regiment leader say anything?"
"Haha, what does it matter if he says it or not? The key is that after I do it, he will be happy. Don't worry, I won't mess around."
One-eye waved his hand and said: "Shout, let the woman at the fire base find a way to the next building by herself."
"Brother Yan..." The soldier was still hesitant.
"I asked you to shout, don't you understand?" One Eye turned his head and glanced at the soldier.
As soon as he saw the cold look in his eyes, the soldier immediately felt a chill rush up from his heels.
"What...what's wrong?" Ye Lian glanced at Ling Mo beside him and asked with some confusion.
Ling Mo slowly looked back and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just felt a little uncomfortable just now. By the way, why don't they..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the trumpet suddenly rang.
"Ahem... um... Miss Lucy from the fire base, please go to the rooftop of the street behind. Once we complete the transaction quickly, we can lure the zombies away in time to avoid leaving them in danger.
Here." A man shouted.
"It's actually a speaker!"
For a moment, Ling Mo felt a familiar feeling. When he lived in the suburbs, he had the painful experience of placing a loudspeaker with a repeater mode in front of a store and then harassing her for several hours.
He was impressed…
"It's a pity that the sound of the helicopter is too noisy. Otherwise, if I hang this speaker somewhere, it can also attract the zombies away..." (To be continued.