As soon as he reached the top floor, Old Mike heard something wrong with his footsteps, because when watching the TV broadcast not long ago, Thomas specifically analyzed the actions of the investigation team on Skull Island.
It was because they didn't notice what they stepped on that they ended up being completely wiped out.
So this time, when he first noticed that the footsteps were wrong, he first lowered his head and looked at his feet, and then instantly raised his head to look at the ceiling.
Of course, this is not an environment like Skull Island, and there is no chance of a sneak attack by a giant chameleon hiding in the canopy. The flashlight sways back and forth, but the illuminated ceiling is still clean.
But at the feet...
"Is this blood?!" the Russian aunt covered her mouth and exclaimed. She almost didn't spit it out, her voice became much sharper, and her eyes were as wide as bells.
It was indeed as she said, this was indeed blood, and according to the identification done by the strangulation, it was still human blood.
A large amount of blood was still flowing slowly at this time, and the source was under the crack of the door in front of everyone. There was only one hall-like room on the top floor where the telescopes were stored.
But now, even without opening the door, everyone seemed to know what was going on inside.
"hidden."
Thomas adjusted his breathing and signaled the other three people to hide by the door. He squatted down and slowly pushed the door open a gap...
"Da da da!!!"
As soon as the door panel moved, the sound of a heavy machine gun was heard in the hall, and a series of bullets accurately hit the door, causing a long spark to float out of the relatively solid steel door.
Thomas retracted his arm to avoid the sharp attack, and for a moment the sound of machine gun fire began to echo in the corridor, like popcorn boiling.
"Someone!"
Martha also squatted down and gestured with the huge revolver in her hand. Although there was no reason, she could sense the familiar smell intuitively.
Crazy taste.
"The sound of firing should be an M60 general-purpose machine gun. Fortunately, it's not a cannon removed from an armored vehicle."
Thomas only had a small pistol in his hand, but he still spoke of his observations calmly:
"The room was full of corpses. They were piled near the bottom of the telescope. People seemed to have been executed. As for the gunman, he was well hidden. I didn't see it just now. Maybe he was hiding in the pile of corpses."
"Have you met a super soldier?" Martha pulled Thomas and insisted on changing places with him: "My dear, please go away for a while and let me try it instead."
The gunshots stopped and the bullets stopped hitting the door. For a moment, the corridor became surprisingly quiet.
"How are you going to come?" The man couldn't resist the girl's request and changed places with her, but he still looked at the bad girl with dyed hair with dead fish eyes.
"Hehe, let me learn from you." Martha smiled as she stuck out her little tongue, then stretched out her little hand to push open the crack of the door, and shouted into the hall: "I am Martha Wayne! The guy with the gun inside, I want to talk to him
You negotiate a condition!"
".......Da da da!!!"
Although there was a brief hesitation, the person in the hall opened fire again. He didn't seem to want to negotiate terms.
However, the girl's actions were not in vain. After a short sweep, the other party paused firing and began to communicate:
"Get out! I won't share the food with you!"
After saying these words, there was another burst of suppressive fire, which was obviously a deterrent.
Martha retracted and scratched her face thoughtfully with the muzzle of the gun, with a smile on her lips. When she looked at the people around her, her eyes were shining and she whispered:
"Hey, dear, did you hear what the man inside said? He said he was a lunatic about food..."
Sure enough, her 'psychiatric radar' was right again. The survivors in the hall had obviously gone crazy and seemed to call the mountains of corpses food.
"Oh, God." On the other side of the door, the old aunt standing in the dark corridor lowered her head and began to pray: "Not only do zombies want to eat people, but now they also want to eat people? What should we do?"
"In this case, there is probably no way to negotiate, and he doesn't seem to be a good person..." Old Mike was also shocked. Although he thought that the end of the world might bring about food problems, he didn't expect it.
It will be so fast.
After speaking, he looked at Thomas, waiting for the soldier's judgment.
My group has been exposed, and no one can say whether the other party will treat everyone as food.
And there is no more suitable place to stay near San Diego than the observatory.
Whether it was for self-protection or for the future, he believed it was necessary to kill the lunatic, but the other party had a heavy machine gun in hand and occupied a favorable location, so he didn't know what to do.
"We have to kill him, okay?"
Thomas reached out and felt in his clothes, took out the dagger with an owl engraved on it, and asked the old man and the aunt for their opinions.
If it were normal times, both of them would be considered law-abiding citizens, but the impact of the great changes in the world can quickly change mankind. When they were shot by strangers with machine guns, they both decided to eliminate the madman without hesitation, because only
If he dies, everyone can live a better life.
The two of them nodded in unison, and Thomas revealed his plan:
"We took down the door and used it as a shield to push in. As long as I find where he is, I can solve the problem with just one shot."
The door to the observation room is very strong, but two men can certainly lift it. As long as the hinges are loosened with a dagger, they can be removed and pushed forward to resist bullets.
After all, the opponent has been scanning the door, and the door has not been penetrated, which is enough to prove the reliability.
"Okay, let's do this." Old Mike handed the shotgun in his hand to the aunt, spat into his palms, and rubbed his hands: "It sounds a bit risky, but I believe you."
"Just trust me. Come on, Martha, your hands are smaller. I'll hold the door, push it open at an angle, and you can loosen the screws from the gap."
The girl stood up, took the dagger and nodded: "Yeah, but no one has shot me with a machine gun for a long time. I really miss it, haha!"
After all, she was really slow in her work. When Thomas pushed the door open at an angle, the other party opened fire again, and she got close to the door and started tightening the screws.
The dagger was a bit too sharp, so I accidentally cut off the screw, but it didn't matter, anyway, one of the double door panels was removed.
Old Mike crouched closer, squatted down and held the door panel, then Thomas nodded towards Martha, and he nodded towards Auntie, and the two men then pushed the door panel upstream amid the hail of bullets!
The sound of clanking was endless, and the flying warheads dragged wisps of fire. After advancing for more than ten meters, Thomas sidestepped out and fired back in a certain direction with his pistol.
"boom!"
As the .45 cartridge case fell to the ground, the sound of the heavy machine gun stopped, and peace suddenly returned to the blood-strewn hall. (To be continued)