The three of them walked through the open waiting hall, and saw several taxis and motorcycles lying on the ground in the parking lot outside. There were many motorcycles carrying passengers at such a small station.

"Can you ride it?" Zhang Ping'an pointed at the motorcycle and asked Liu Neng.

Liu Neng shook his head, his face almost turned into the bitter melon with a shriveled leaf on the melon rack in autumn. He just now touched his stomach and face as soon as he woke up. Oh my God, he lost weight again, and it was all uncomfortable. If this continues, he will turn into a skeleton in less than two days, right?

"It's okay if you don't, you're waiting for us in this place."

Zhang Ping'an's plan is to enter the city as quickly as possible, find what he needs, and then retreat as soon as possible to avoid any entanglement with zombies or alienated beasts.

Although Zhang Ping'an values ​​Liu Neng's combat effectiveness, he can't afford to raise it now. This guy is too ruthless to eat meat. If he doesn't bring a ranch with him, it's best not to let him participate in the battle. And the most important thing is that this guy goes to two extremes. Crazy is that although the gods block the killing of gods and the Buddha blocks the killing of Buddhas, it is not much different from ordinary people when he was Crazy. Now it's a burden to take him with him in the city.

"Okay, leave something and I'll eat it. I'm almost hungry and I'm exhausted. Everything is fine. As long as I can get into my mouth," Liu Neng also hoped that he was hungry, with Venus in his eyes.

"You just wait for me at the duty at the exit. If we don't come back 24 hours a day, you can leave yourself." Zhang Ping'an took out all the food in his bag, leaving only all the guns.

"Please give me a gun?" Liu Neng looked at all kinds of long and short guns. The gun he had previously confiscated by Zhang Ping'an. When he thought of leaving alone in this empty place, he felt scared.

Zhang Ping'an packed his bag and refused mercilessly, "As long as you hide indoors, there is no danger for a short period of time, when we go to the city, guns are useful, you don't have to think about it."

He set up a motorcycle, prying the circuit on the front of the car, and fired from two strokes. He got into the car, patted the back seat, and said to Zhou Qianxi, "Go!"

As soon as the little girl got into the car, she naturally hugged Zhang Ping'an's waist, turned around and glared at Liu Neng, wrinkled her cute little nose, and hummed, "Don't eat all chocolates, otherwise... hum!"

"It's not that I can't sell it. Sit it!" Zhang Ping'an slapped the little girl's butt with his back hand, and started the motorcycle with a loud bang. Amid the little girl's scream, the car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Liu Neng waved behind with a sad look on his face, "You must come back..."

Zhang Ping'an couldn't hear this sentence because he instantly accelerated the motorcycle to 100 yards, so fast that he could only describe it as a flash of lightning.

The railway station was built in the urban development zone. When they first set off, the road was relatively empty. As soon as they approached the city, there were more cars on the road, and they were parked randomly. There were also many wandering zombies on both sides of the street. They were attracted by the roar of motorcycles. The desire for blood-eating of living people drove them to burst out the remaining energy in their bodies and ran very fast, but they were quickly thrown by the motorcycle to the back.

Although time has only passed seven or eight days, the city is like a scattered ashes, with no breath of life, no voices, no traffic, and no music played in the shop. When people walk through it, a feeling of despair naturally arises in their hearts.

Zhou Qianqian couldn't help but grab Zhang Ping'an's waist. Although Zhang Ping'an was in pain, she did not stop it.

When people feel pain, they are still alive.

There were many small supermarkets on the road, and Zhang Ping'an did not stop until he saw a large supermarket in front of him. Zhang Ping'an turned around and led the zombies at the entrance of the supermarket before stopping the car and walking back.

Instead of entering the supermarket immediately, he ran to the opposite side of the street where four or five cars were parked. He opened the lid of the fuel tank, took out the rubber tube from his bag, drained the oil inside, and poured it into two large buckets found in the shop next to him.

"Pick this up at the supermarket door and wait for me!" Zhang Ping'an gave Zhou Qianqian a bucket full of gasoline, opened one of the car doors with keys and sat in, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed towards the supermarket door.

boom!

Glass splashed and the supermarket door was smashed to pieces.

The moment Zhang Ping'an crashed and stopped, the man rolled out of the car, turned around, and quickly retreated outside the supermarket. Zhou Qianqian happened to come over.

"Splash on the ground!"

When the two of them poured their cars to the ground, there were chaotic sounds in the supermarket, the sound of someone running and knocking down the shelves, and the zombies growled.

The two barrels of oil have just been halfway down, and the first batch of five female zombies wearing supermarket shopping guides have appeared inside the supermarket gate.

"You continue, you must completely seal the door." Zhang Ping'an handed over the bucket and backpack to Zhou Qianqian, and met with a steel spear.

Fortunately, these are only five ordinary zombies. Zhang Ping'an is now enough to fight two primary zombies. It is naturally no problem to deal with ordinary zombies. He can easily pick and thorn in the east and the west, and it will be solved in less than thirty seconds. However, these zombies are relatively close to the gate and come quickly, and more zombies have rushed over.

Zhang Ping'an glanced at the zombies coming, took out a rope from his bag and tied it to the steel spear. He suddenly exerted force to pierce the steel spear into the wall above the supermarket gate, and said anxiously: "I'll hold them for a while. You drag these zombies outside the door, block the door, pour the remaining gasoline on them, and then climb up."

After saying that, he raised his slight rush and rushed forward to the zombies coming.

There were hundreds of zombies in front of them, and several of them were obviously tall. Their eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light and they growled, and the ordinary zombies blocking in front of them were constantly knocked down.

There were still zombies rushing down on the stairs on the second floor, and they merged into the zombie group, with more and more zombies.

"The higher the level, the more sensitive the reaction, it almost all came out, right?"

Zhang Ping'an was not careful enough to rush to the few ordinary zombies in front of him, and concentrated on holding the slight rush and shooting the more advanced primary zombies. After a magazine was shot, the primary zombies fell down, and the zombies in front stood in front of Zhang Ping'an less than a meter.

Zhang Ping'an swept away the dense zombies ahead, turned around and ran away.

"There are at least thirteen or fourteen primary zombies!"

Zhang Ping'an's feet seemed to be equipped with wheels, and she was slipping fast. Ordinary zombies were not as fast as him. The primary zombies were squeezed out of the way, so Zhang Ping'an left the supermarket gate without any danger.

When he looked up, Zhou Qianqian had climbed above the supermarket door frame.

"Continue to climb up, go up to the third floor, and fix the rope." Zhang Ping'an roared at Zhou Qianxi, took out a short knife, and slashed it lightly in his palm. He saw a telephone pole in front, hugged his hands, and climbed up.

The zombies in the supermarket rushed out and went down from above, and were in a dark circle. They surrounded the poles tightly, their heads tilted, and they stared at Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an counted and found that there were fifteen primary zombies, seven or eight of them were on the periphery, and they were more than ten meters away from the telephone pole, so they couldn't get through.

Zhang Ping'an took out his pistol, pointed it at a primary zombie and clicked it.

Bomb.

The condescending point shot was extremely high, and the two combos were effectively reduced by fine adjustment of Zhang Ping'an's wrist. Two bullets hit the zombie's eyebrows almost at the same time, breaking a big hole, and red and white objects burst out.

Zhang Ping'an was happy and was about to shoot again, but suddenly the telephone pole shook violently and almost threw himself down.

The junior zombie is hitting the telephone pole!

Maybe in less than a minute, the pole will fall down!

The situation is in jeopardy!…
Chapter completed!