Five Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Doomsday (Sixteen)

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The fierce fight came faster than Dong Qing imagined.

The fighting of beasts is often more decisive than that of human beings. Several fierce things fight and kill each other.

The living dead bite directly at the eyes of the mutant mouse, and the mutant mouse frequently aims its incisors at the throat of the living dead.

Seeing the fight between the two creatures, which gradually spread towards him, Dong Qing knew that he should take advantage of the chaos.

Moving to the side little by little, Dong Qing intends to slip away from the store by the street.

In the tattered fruit shop, there was not even a single leaf of vegetables, it was a mess, Dong Qing's eyes lit up, he saw a transparent window, the window was about one square meter, barely allowing him to pass.

The once prosperous Shengli Road street is now dilapidated to the extreme. A series of rear-end vehicles blocked the main road of the street.

Many cars have been scorched and lost the last bit of use value. What can Dong Qing find from the wreckage of the car that was burned to ashes?

Without staying in place, Dong Qing half bent and walked towards the set goal.

Ten minutes later, under the eyes of the living dead cruising at both ends, Dong Qing entered the small shop dangerously and dangerously.

His gasoline-smelling clothes really helped a lot. The living dead mainly rely on smell to find food. If the apocalypse had just come, the living dead might come to see him because of his gasoline smell.

But now the streets are full of scrapped cars, and the smell of gasoline makes the living dead shy away. These beasts are not without a little brains, and they still have the ability to make simple judgments.

After being smoked by gasoline many times, the beasts will gradually stay away from places with gasoline.

This small shop has changed a lot since Dong Qing's last visit. The rows of toilet paper on the window are gone, replaced by a pile of paper scraps.

Dong Qing's face was a little ugly, which means that a new survivor has discovered this place.

The small shop is located in a small alley at the entrance of the community. Usually, it should rely on a window facing the street to do business. Now the window is blocked by the front of a rear-end car. Dong Qing originally thought that this place would not be crowded. Find.

Still can't underestimate others, Dong Qing sighed, and he rummaged inside reluctantly.

After all, a small shop is a place to sell things. He didn't believe that it was emptied by others in just three days.

Although the last time he came, there was only a little

His hard work paid off. When Dong Qing was looking for food, he touched an iron plate hidden under the table.

"Cuckoo!" The sound of the iron plate hitting the ground made Dong Qing discover this hidden place.

There was an iron lock hanging on the iron plate. Could it be that Dong Qing took out the slender crowbar he was carrying with him from his sleeve. Dong Qing shoved the crowbar into the iron lock and kneaded a twist with his arms.

"Bah!" Dong Qing's face turned red, and he used all his strength.

"Clap!" With a sound, the iron lock was broken from the inside.

"Huhu" Dong Qing gasped and recovered, his wound was just torn open again.

There was a bit of numb pain in the tear, but it didn't slow down Dong Qing's hand much. After recovering his strength, he hurriedly lifted the iron plate, and there was actually a cube space below.

With an area of ​​one square meter and a height of 1.5 meters, this seems to be a small temporary warehouse for the store.

Dong Qing's face flushed with excitement, because

I saw three bags of white flour and two boxes of ham for him.

After not eating meat for more than two months, Dong Qing's mouth faded out.

The two ham sausages only made Dong Qing's abdomen a little hot, and he didn't dare to eat too much, which would affect his running speed.

Looking at the bags of noodles, Dong Qing was worried. The bag of noodles was estimated to be 40 to 50 pounds. He could carry it on his back, but he didn't have to run away with this thing on his back. .

After considering for a few seconds, Dong Qing took out a plastic bag from his backpack and filled it with him.

Dong Qing estimated that the flour in such a plastic bag would only be enough for the three of them to eat three or four meals a day. Even one meal a day would be eaten very quickly.

A thing called greed grows in Dong Qing's heart.

Gritting his teeth, he packed another plastic bag, and Dong Qing put the flour from the two plastic bags into the bun on his back.

After back to back, Dong Qing shrugged, a little heavy, it is undeniable that this affected part of his running speed.

In addition to the flour, Dong Qing took out two bundles from the box of ham sausages.

Xiaoya was hungry and thin, and the little girl Zhao Zhenzhen was severely malnourished. Dong Qing felt that it was necessary for them to make up for it.

After taking all this, Dong Qing covered the cellar with the flour and ham sausage again with an iron plate.

Everyone is selfish in the face of the doomsday. In order to prevent this place from being discovered by others again, Dong Qing took great pains to bring a broken sofa and press the iron plate.

The small shop is messy, and there are messes everywhere. If you don't leave a snack, you really won't be able to notice where the broken sofa is.

Dong Qing could only bet that the survivors who came here did not notice this change.

The food was found, and the water was another problem, so Dong Qing continued to rummage.

In the past three days, the gang who came to this small shop should be a big gang. The last time he came, he saw a whole bucket of Guofu Mountain Spring, and now he can't even see the shadow of a bucket.

A small group of only one or two people can't move such a big bucket unless they don't want to eat, only water.

It may be the survivors in the community, and only they can know the location of this small shop with a high probability.

The bottled drinking water Dong Qing almost ripped through the shelves, but still couldn't find a bottle. He finally found the toilet of this small shop.

With the intention of not letting go when he comes, Dong Qing opened the toilet's toilet seat and checked it again.

have water!

A little bit of clear water appeared in the sink.

Dong Qing hurriedly took out two bottles and a straw, ready to fetch water.

The water in the toilet sink should have been stored before the end of the world. Two months later, only the last shallow layer of water evaporated.

Fortunately, it is winter now, otherwise the water will evaporate faster.

In the end, he barely took a bottle and a half, and Dong Qing couldn't take any more water.

This toilet is completely dry.

The surprise for Dong Qing in this bathroom is the same. In the paper drawer next to the toilet, he also found half a roll of toilet paper that was not used up.

When Xiaoya had her menstrual period last month, she used rags, counting the days, my aunt is coming this month, and the half roll of toilet paper came just right.

Stuffing the toilet paper into his pocket, Dong Qing glanced at the sky and knew that he should leave.

The journey out is as thrilling as the journey in.

Dong Qing still buys for his own greed

Dan, when passing through a small alley, the subtle sound of the bulging kanbao rubbing against the wall caught the attention of a living dead man.

In addition, after such a long time, the smell of gasoline on his body was about to dissipate, and the living dead shrugged his nose and slammed into the alley.

Dong Qing, who was hiding in a corner of the alley, scolded secretly and ran away.

Two bags of flour in plastic bags and two bottles of water slowed down Dong Qing's speed a little at this time. Such a little speed was the difference between life and death.

Feeling the stench of the living dead behind him getting stronger and stronger, Dong Qing's spirit was swept away.

There is a corner in front. If he can't get rid of this living dead, he will most likely face a group of living dead after rushing out, not just one.

At the critical moment, Dong Qing's mind was unprecedentedly clear.

This time, the incendiary bottle prepared by Dong Qing in advance showed its usefulness.

He hurriedly took out the incendiary bottle from the small pocket at his waist.

Regardless of whether he would set himself on fire, who also had gasoline residue on his body, Dong Qing pressed the lighter several times before igniting the toilet paper at the mouth of the burning bottle.

"Go to hell!" Dong Qing said in a low voice, with a flick of his right arm, he smashed the burning bottle in mid-air at the living dead.

"Boom." The moment the thin gasoline touched the living dead, it began to burn violently.

Dong Qing's head was good, he hit the bullseye, and the living dead whose head was roasted by the blazing flames fell into chaos for a while.

It ran from side to side, trying to put out the flames on its head, but no matter how much it swayed, the flames didn't go away.

Dong Qing here didn't get any better. He was still set on fire. A ray of flame appeared on his shoulder. Seeing that the flame was about to spread to his body through the remaining gasoline, Dong Qing resolutely fell to the ground, and then messed up. The dirt started to roll around.

Wisdom is more useful than brute force. When Dong Qing put out the flames on his body, the living dead over there were already half-cooked, and they slumped there motionless.

The head is the only weakness of the living dead, and this living dead is probably already fierce.

In the alley, there was a lot of fighting between Dong Qing and the living dead. Many cruising living dead began to approach this side. Dong Qing endured the burn on his shoulder and the old wound on his back, gritted his teeth and quickly left here.

Fortunately, it was just an ordinary type of living dead, not the speed type living dead like a gecko that he injured on the first day.

Dong Qing, who escaped after the catastrophe, took advantage of the intricate storefronts on both sides of the street and the wreckage of the car to escape in the direction of home.

Back at the crossroads, an hour ago, there were three mutant mice and four living dead fighting fiercely here. An hour later, there was nothing but a few black and red bloodstains on the ground.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Dong Qing raised his feet and was about to leave. Next to the well cover, he saw a small human skull, which was the brain of a living dead.

Whether the living dead won in the end or the mutant rat won, it was none of his business, and now he just wanted to run home and have a good sleep.

The sky was getting dark, and he glanced at his watch. The pointer pointed to 7:10. He had been out for nearly four hours. If he didn't go back, Xiaoya and the others should worry about themselves.

Taking heavy steps, Dong Qing returned to their small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Dong Qing's hair stood on end. He saw a terrifying mutant beast the size of a yellow calf lying in the middle of the courtyard. How did the mutant dog Ah Huang come here.

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