Chapter 395 Location

On the other side of the portal was an empty abandoned block.

In addition to the broken bricks and cement and the rusty GG signs stacked together, there was only a black garbage bag spinning in the air not far away, silently indicating that Xia Yan was the only living person here.

She opened the precise location left on the order form - Pawnshop No. 38 Jinji Road.

There was a dirty copper plate sign on the broken black wall opposite. Xia Yan walked over and wiped it with a wet towel, revealing the words underneath.

"It's here."

She poked her head in puzzledly, "Is anyone there?"

The once solid pawnshop now had no roof, and the four walls were so low that any child could climb in. The ground was full of messy broken glass and wall dust. It didn't look like a base that could resist zombies.

For the delivery of supplies, no one would leave a fake address to deceive her, and she had collected the full payment and travel expenses first. Now she couldn't find anyone, which meant that the buyer left the only marked address nearby.

Xia Yan got on her electric bike again, planning to go around. After thinking about it, she took out the little bee she had bought before.

"Hey, the goods are delivered~, come and pick them up~"

After recording the voice, she listened to it again, turned up the volume to the maximum, and put it in the basket.

In an instant, the clear voice spread to every corner of the devastated street.

She didn't believe that no one heard it.

After a while, she saw that the road ahead was blocked by cars and other items, and a road sign that said "No Road" was very considerately erected.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back, there was a clanging sound from the other side.

Is there anyone?

She stood on one leg on the ground and looked up.

The sound became louder and louder, and the obstruction on the top seemed to be unable to support it. It shook a few times, and a rusty car door broke free from the shackles and rolled down.

Ding-ding-clang.

"Roar!"

The face of the living dead appeared at the top, stretched out his arms ferociously, and fell directly down with his feet empty.

Crack.

Xia Yan clearly saw the zombie brake with his face, his spine piercing through the rotten matter, and hanging on the back of his head like a hanger.

The zombie that was still full of energy just now was dead again.

She suddenly had a strange feeling of waiting for something to happen.

"There is actually a crystal core that comes to my door." She muttered as she got out of the car, took out a crowbar from the system grid, walked over and cracked the skull to take out the crystal core.

Who doesn't want something that's given for free.

Just as she was thinking, she heard several more whistles from above her head, and saw dozens of zombies rolling down. Xia Yan stood up to avoid them.

The god of luck will not come many times.

She looked at the ribs that were sticking out without any damage to the vital parts with a little regret.

The zombie got up from the ground, hunched over, opened his mouth with muscle tissue visible, and roared, like an angry boss, passing Xia Yan and running forward.

One or two of them were like this. Xia Yan instinctively felt that something was attracting them in front, so she got in the car, turned the ignition, and followed behind.

She never thought that one day zombies could be tour guides.

After walking three blocks, the view suddenly became clear. The zombies also found their brothers. The small team of only a few quickly expanded into a group of more than a hundred zombies.

Seeing them all moving in a certain direction, Xia Yan couldn't help but worry about their target group.

...

"Where is the base commander? Call the base commander over quickly."

"Another group of zombies came to the east of the city, requesting support!"

"We need substitutes in the west of the city, my people can't hold on!"

Anxious voices were interspersed on the high city walls, and the messy and chaotic footsteps sounded one after another, like composing the most exciting battle song.

Under the city wall, everywhere you look, there are dense waves of zombies. When you see a highly rotten face, stretching out purple arms and grabbing at you blankly, even people with strong psychological qualities will tremble in spirit.

"Hurry up, the zombies are piled up here, where are the Molotov cocktails? Bring them."

"Molotov cocktails! Torches! Take whatever you have, hurry up, the ones behind, we're done for if the zombies climb up!"

"Can the fire-type psychics still hold on? Bring me a fire, I want to kill these bastards."

The stairs leading to the city wall were almost trampled with sparks, and everyone coming and going had faces full of tension and anxiety, and the fear of the zombie siege was silently shrouded.

In the city below, a group of old and weak people tore off their clothes as quickly as possible, gathered together, poured some alcohol, and handed them to the fastest children to send to the city wall.

There was a factory door wide open next to it, and men and women without superpowers but still had some strength carried stones and ruins of buildings from it, walked up another step, and handed them to the power psychic.

The latter used all his strength to break through the air and rushed down with a strong wind. The strong force turned the zombies that were hit into mud on the spot, and directly cleared a path for corpses.

This road lasted only two seconds before it was occupied again by the zombies that followed.

After using their powers more than a dozen times, the psychics had run out of slots, and their stomachs were growling with hunger. Looking at the zombies below, they were angry and weak, and they were dizzy due to hypoglycemia.

"No... I have to eat something, otherwise--" As he spoke, he felt dizzy and almost fell off the wall without knowing the direction.

"Be careful!"

The captain quickly pulled it back, turned around and shouted angrily: "The base commander said the meal will be here soon, where is the meal? If it doesn't come, we can't hold on and the city will be broken! Even if it's just a bowl of biscuit crumbs soaked in water, send it up quickly!"

"The meal is coming."

The two carried a jar of food upstairs with difficulty, put it on the ground with a clang, opened the lid and took out ten bowls, stirred the bucket up and down with a big spoon, and scooped a spoonful from the surface.

"Hurry up and take turns to eat, the base commander is trying to find a solution."

"Go quickly." The captain pushed him over and took his place.

The power mutant who was so hungry that he could eat a cow didn't care about being pretentious. He strode over and picked up a bowl of rice porridge with only a thin layer of broken residue at the bottom. He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The rice residue that was not fully cooked was still a little sore in the throat.

He didn't dare to chew it, because it would digest faster and he would be hungry again in a blink of an eye.

"Captain, go eat."

The mutant who had recovered some strength stood back to his position, spit on the palm of his hand, wiped it, and then raised the cement strip with exposed steel bars again, bent back, and threw it out desperately.

The winding steel bars plus the acceleration during landing, pierced the zombies like a candied haws.

The base commander arrived late after organizing the logistics support work. He leaned out of the city wall and frowned at the endless stream of zombies below.

What's going on? Why did so many zombies suddenly appear?

His subordinates took a look and then looked away.

"Base commander, the superpowers may not be able to survive for long on rice porridge alone. You must think of a way."