Chapter 54 Falcon Falls II

【Communication interruption】

"Damn!"

Suppressed and lightly punched the swaying steel plate, the orange characters on the crumbling screen on the side made Chu Nan feel a little upset.

The crumbling electronic device was beating with weak sparks, and the slightly trembling body made his heart suddenly tighten.

When his body stabilized, he gritted his teeth, and with difficulty removed the steel bar that was pressing on him, he glanced at the co-pilot beside him. The unfortunate guy was in a bit of a miserable condition, the bent steel skeleton went straight through his sternum, and blood splattered everywhere.

Glancing at the steel bar that passed through his armpit, Chu Nan gasped. At this moment, he had no other thoughts except feeling that his life was too big.

That is 1200 meters high in the sky!

The technology is completely put aside, and it is pure and simple to live or die.

Chunan has done his best. When the aircraft engine lost power, he immediately turned on the mechanical propellers of the annular vortex air acceleration device on both sides of the fuselage. This is very important, if it is not opened at the beginning of the fall, the thing is likely to be blown off by the high-speed airflow.

Well, luckily this thing is still good.

Then there is the activation of the backup circuit, but the situation is still not optimistic. His deputy tried desperately to get in touch with headquarters, but there was no response.

Switching to manual driving, Chunan tried his best to stabilize the fuselage. The automatic balance system has been damaged, and if there is a rollover or a damaged tail circling at this time, it is really impossible for God to save the two of them.

Driven by the airflow, the spare mechanical propeller turned rapidly, and the spin maneuver made the propeller "drag" the helicopter like a parachute, and the nose began to gradually descend under the action of gravity. When the propeller tilted to a certain angle, Chu Nan suddenly pulled up the joystick, instantly increasing the pitch of the propeller. With the help of passively rotating rotors, short-term lift is generated, and the kinetic energy of rotor rotation is instantly converted into pulling force for climbing.

The specific performance is that the nose of the aircraft is lifted up suddenly, and the falling trend is suddenly slowed down, ready to land on the roof of the building that is about to hit.

Then hit the wall on the top floor...

Well, the handling is fine, but in the city it is difficult to choose the landing terrain.

Then Chu Nan was splashed by the hot blood, and watched helplessly as his comrades beside him were pierced by steel bars.

What the hell!

That sudden EMP... no, it shouldn't be a simple EMP. The built-in anti-EMP equipment of Yunzhi-51 can be said to represent the highest-end military technology before the war, but it was completely paralyzed without being directly hit by that ray?

What the heck is it...

Chu Nan gritted his teeth, took out the combat dagger tied to his leg, and cut off the stuck seat belt. Glancing anxiously at the dizzying height under his feet, he began to slowly pull out his legs from under the twisted console and cautiously crawled out of the cockpit.

What is the state of this Yunzhi-51 at the moment?

In short, the small half of the cockpit smashed through the wall of the 12-story high-rise building, and then was strung there by a few strong steel bars protruding from the concrete wall. The tail and the cabin are suspended outside, or the small half of the nose in front of the driver's seat is embedded in the building. I have to brag about the quality of this building. It can still be so intact after the nuclear bomb washes the ground. The steel skeleton is obviously not cutting corners at all.

Every slight vibration of the fuselage made him tremble for a while.

The creaking fricative made him grit his teeth nervously.

The bulletproof glass of the window was completely shattered, which made it easier for him to escape. It's just that when he was halfway up, he stopped a little hesitantly, turned his head and stretched out his hand to tear off the soldier card hanging on the neck of his comrade-in-arms, as well as the magazine on his waist.

After some struggle, Chu Nan finally climbed to the cold concrete floor. Looking back at the helicopter that had been knocked out of shape, he silently looked at his open palm.

The rough iron plate was already covered with viscous blood.

【Carol Bellman】

Turned over to the reverse side, it was a line of small characters punctured by acupuncture.

[If there is a chance, I want to hang this thing in Arlington National Cemetery]

The co-pilot is Hispanic American, former NATO Naval Air Force. However, the concept of nationality no longer exists. There are many foreigners living in Liuding Town, most of whom are pre-war expatriates or former NATO soldiers.

When the United World Organization led by PAC, NATO, and P left this devastated land and shot all "hope" into space, no one believed in anything like authority anymore. After all, in the face of zombies and alien species, in principle, all humans belong to the same race.

Except, of course, mutants and cannibals.

Checking the equipment on his lower body, Chu Nan raised his hand and put his index and middle fingers on the back of his neck.

It is a kind of thing called "dictator chip", but due to the addition of complex functions such as optic nerve access imaging and remote communication, the anti-EMP effect is equally good, but it is not as good as the one produced in the sixth block. "Slavery Chip".

【Offline】

Chunan tried many times, but failed to get in touch with the Falcon-II and the Black Knights.

"Damn it, it's broken?"

He couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad when he found that the "bomb" hanging on the back of his neck was damaged.

The good news is that it is free.

Sadly, being free in the wasteland is a piece of shit. In Liuding Town, there are people who eat, drink and sleep. Who cares if they are not free?

Liu Dingzhen will definitely not be able to go back. It is estimated that the people over there have registered him as dead. Rescue is definitely not possible. There is only sub-crystal scrap that used to be worth more than 100,000 yuan. The value of the pilot is not as high as that of the chip on the back of his head.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time." With a wry smile on his face, Chu Nan stuffed the soldier card into his pocket, then pulled out his pistol.

Counting the pistol inserted, the bullet still has 5 clips. Two doses of hematopoietic needles, one roll of hemostatic bandage, EP has returned to normal, as well as a dagger and six tubes of Grade B nutritional mixture. Well, because it is the Air Force, the nutritional mixture is also a good one.

The radiation monitoring system of EP is turned on, and it can be judged from the safe radiation value that this is a suburb, but he does not know which suburb it is.

The map of this area is not downloaded in the EP.

Finally, he checked the equipment and looked back at the corpse that had closed his eyes and the scrap-like helicopter. Chu Nan lowered his head and started walking downstairs.

Although he has also received land combat training, he has never encountered such a dilemma. If there are ordinary survivors, who will fly and fly? Air-defense-grade EMP airbursts are not without them, but they are definitely rare. That kind of thing was blown up in wartime, and few people could repair it well.

As for the alien's air defense capabilities? It was also the first time he had heard of xenomorphs capable of using EMPs or similar pulse weapons.

Perhaps the former NATO aviation buddy encountered such trouble, but unfortunately he did not survive, this time he took the co-pilot on the mission.

"The corridor is safe."

Just like during training, Chunan muttered silently, then pressed the pistol and walked downstairs.

If a zombie appears, stab its eye with a **. If it's a screamer, use shock bombs for cover. If it's Roshan or Deathpaw...well, hopefully not.

The elevator naturally stopped. This building was supposed to be an office building before the war. The zombies were mainly concentrated in the hall, and the zombies that he occasionally encountered in the aisle were also killed by him swiftly wielding a dagger. For this kind of trouble, it is natural to be able to use a gun without using a gun. With his physical ability to inject D-level genetic medicine, it is naturally easy to handle.

The only regret is that he failed to unlock any hidden genetic code, which is a kind of ordinary injector.

Chu Nan breathed a sigh of relief when his feet landed on the ground. Looking up at the sky, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

After five o'clock, the streets start to feel less safe. As for six o'clock, when it was almost dark, walking on the street would be tantamount to suicide.

Wanghai City at night is a world of zombies.

"Well, I have to find a survivor base quickly? ... Or find a place to spend the night first." Chu Nan stood on the street and looked around, glanced at the dull-eyed zombie beside him, and then Go to the other end of the street.

The abandoned cars on the streets should remain as they were when the war broke out, and the hotspots of the war were from the city center to the coast, so people should all flee to the suburbs.

In this way, the direction most cars are facing should be the direction of the suburbs.

Glancing at the cars on the street, Chu Nan wandered away from the city center.

It's fine to go anywhere, as long as it's away from the city center.

This is the consensus of all survivors.

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The sky was getting dark, and the sun falling to the west was scattered with yellow-green and ominous under the fallout.

I don't know how long it took, but it was getting darker that day. Chu Nan glanced at the zombies beside him, those guys had begun to whimper a little restlessly. Maybe it won't be a while before these bastards start howling and slaughtering the living.

Do you want to find a place to spend the night first?

Chu Nan thought to himself, and his pace began to speed up.

But just after he turned a street, he found a scene that shocked him.

A woman was firmly tied to a telephone pole by several hemp ropes, and hung in the middle of the street. Her clothes were very thin, and there were zombies wandering around, and she didn't even dare to call for help.

With his pilot's vision, he could even see the despairing expression on her fairly beautiful face.

It looks like it was tied up.

"Mother, which bastard did such a low-level prank." Chu Nan scolded secretly, carefully glanced at the surrounding environment, and then walked towards the woman tied to the telephone pole.

Walking to the woman's side, expected by the pleading eyes, Chu Nan took out his cock and cut off the rope on her body.

As if to break free from the shackles of fear, the woman jumped on top of him and sobbed, hugging his back.

"Wow, thank you, thank you." The voice was very nice.

"Okay, don't worry, you're fine." This was the first time he had encountered this situation, he felt a little embarrassed, but patted the woman's back stiffly and comforted.

Are the survivors in the inland already cruel to such a degree?

Secretly cursing the bad behavior of the survivor who tied her here, Chu Nan was about to ask where the nearby survivor base was.

However, at this moment, a round tube-shaped thing touched the back of his head.

"Hey, man, you're the first one to take the bait this month."

Cold sweat broke out from his back, Chu Nan moved his hand slightly, but found that a dagger had touched his back.

The dagger was held by a slender hand.

At this time, a few men with shaved mohawks and weird tattoos walked out of the abandoned shop. All of them were carrying some off-brand rifles, and one person had just a baseball bat.

The group of people seemed to be headed by the bald man with a cigarette in his mouth. The man walked up to Chu Nan, raised his eyebrows, patted the woman's face with his hand, and said with a grin in praise.

"Well done, bitch."

It's really like a dog.

There was a perverted flush on her face, and she seemed to be looking at the man who humiliated him.

This morbid reality made Chu Nan feel a chill down his spine, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

Even after living in the apocalypse for so many years, it was the first time he had encountered such a hellish thing.

Is this still a person?

"Two doses of hematopoietic needles and a roll of hemostatic bandages. Good stuff. Six tubes of Grade B nutritional mixture! Boss, it's a big fish!" The man suddenly let out a cry of joy.

The zombie next to him glanced at this side blankly, but there was no movement, and it was still two hours before it was dark.

The bald scratcher glanced at Chu Nan with interest.

"name?"

"Chunan." There's nothing to hide, it's all on the EP.

"Where are you from?"

"Liuding Town... Aviation Corps."

"Where's your plane?" There was a flash of greed in the eyes of the bald head, but there was no scruples such as caution as Chu Nan wished.

"Crashed."

"Haha." The bald head smiled and said nothing, then motioned for the younger brother to tie up the man.

"If you are for robbery, your goal has been achieved, and I will give you everything. How about letting me go?" Chu Nan said calmly.

The bald head raised his eyebrows at him, and then suddenly punched him in the face, causing his head to swerve to one side.

Suppressing the anger in his heart and enduring the burning pain in his left face, Chu Nan looked at the bald head.

"A prisoner still has so much bullshit, let's fight you." Cursing, the bald head poked the dry cigarette in his face to extinguish it, then waved his hand, "Take it back."

Looking at the bad guy who was hooked like a pen, he pouted his bald head in disdain, and then kicked the woman who was half-squatting in front of his feet, but her face showed a morbid flush and a smirk.

This woman has no name, is just a slave, seems to be a loner before? But he can't remember exactly when it was plundered, and he doesn't bother to care about how it was adjusted and taught. But how she got into his hands, he remembered very clearly.

Last month, Zhou Guoping discovered a big fish, and in the end it really proved that it was a big fish.

The boss sent a whole looting team, only to be fooled by Lu Renjia's stupid pen, how confident would he be to bring everyone into a closed building to arrest people? Don't look at the map, are there any back doors like sewers to go through?

In short, more than a dozen people came back alive and one drove.

Fortunately, although the boss was angry, he did not blame him for providing the clues. He just vented his anger by taking off the concubine of Lu Renjia and another captain of the team, and then distributed the assets of the two unlucky people to others. subordinate.

It's a deterrent and an incentive. Gangs of gangsters like the Grey Gu mercenary group can only be united by this rude method.

Well, in a word, this "thing" that was trained and taught like a dog was assigned to Zhou Guoping in this way. But even though the boss didn't punish him, he still got rid of him from the fat man who lived in the sixth block, and let him do the job of robbing survivors.

I have to say that catching a survivor in the wasteland is more difficult than catching a mutant mouse. Those who can survive in the ruins until now are all human beings, and the only ones who are a little stupid are those "honest people" who haven't left the base very much. Their income this month is almost zero.

Air Force? It's a big fish.

Zhou Guoping crooked his mouth, put the rifle on his shoulder, and returned to the direction of the station with the younger brothers.