"Crash!"

The rolling shutter door of the garage was pulled hard, the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the dark garage, and a white car was slowly pushed out.

"What did you see Bill just now? He doesn't look very good."

Pushing the car hard from behind, Joel glanced at Bill on the side who was also pushing the car, and asked Brian beside him in a low voice.

"Ahem... maybe I was deceived because of my feelings."

Regarding such a thing, Brian just coughed twice and replied vaguely: "After all, being said like that by your former 'partner' will never make you feel better."

"Hey! You two, stop chatting there and go to the driver's seat alone to start it."

Perhaps really affected by Frank's last words, Bill saw that the car had been pushed onto the main road and ordered the two people behind him unceremoniously.

Upon hearing this, Brian also left the back of the car and quickly got into the driver's seat. After all, he was the lightest among the three.

"Roar!!"

Of course, such movements naturally involve the participation of infected people. Fortunately, this is not a densely populated area with infected people. Only scattered infected people ran out from the abandoned houses on both sides.

"Kakaka..."

Looking at Joel and the two who were still pushing the car behind, Brian turned the car key hard, but there was only a clicking sound in the car. Obviously, this speed was not enough to start the vehicle.

"The speed is not enough. There is a small slope in front of the street. Push the car over there!"

Seeing this situation, Brian didn't waste time here. He jumped down from the driver's seat, took out his pistol and began to clean up the incoming infected people. After cleaning almost all of them, they pushed the vehicle together on the side and said what he said.

idea.

"Stop talking and push harder!"

As the three people pushed forward, the car moved forward at a gentle speed. After dealing with another wave of infected people who were attracted by the movement just now, they finally successfully started the car at a small slope.

After Joel and the two climbed into the back compartment, Brian stepped on the accelerator and drove the vehicle away, onto a wide avenue and wound around to the other end of the town.

As the car slowly stopped at the door of the church, the sky that was still tomorrow had darkened, and Sarah and others who had been waiting here for a long time ran out.

Tess, who had retreated a long time ago, looked at the embarrassed looks of several people and asked: "What did you encounter? Why is there still a fire there?"

"We encountered some troubles, but they were resolved."

Joel just patted the dust on his body lightly and didn't say much. He looked up at the dim sky and said, "It looks like I won't be able to leave today. Let's take a good rest at night and come out tomorrow morning."

"Humph, you really don't regard yourselves as outsiders."

Hearing Joel's words, Bill snorted to express his dissatisfaction, but still pointed to an ordinary house in the next block and said: "That's where I usually live, and there is a water pump nearby that I repaired."

You can fetch water, but as for food, you can take care of it yourself, don’t expect me to get it for you.”

As he said that, he jumped out of the back compartment of the car, ignored everyone present, and walked towards the house.

"This guy is really weird."

Looking at Bill's back, Ellie couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "But... he can be considered a good person..."

"This is why people should not be judged by their appearance."

Sarah smiled when she heard this, took Ellie's hand and lifted a sack with something wrapped in it, and said: "I just hunted two rabbits today, so I can have an extra meal."

...

Then several people drove the vehicle and followed Bill to the residence. Today was full of twists and turns. They traveled all morning, fought with the combat team, and obtained the vehicle under siege by a group of infected people.

After eating dinner and briefly washing his body, Brian felt an uncontrollable feeling of fatigue, his eyes felt sour, and his eyelids couldn't help but begin to droop.

But now he had no intention of falling asleep at all. He glanced at Sarah and others who were still eating in the living room, picked up the backpack he got from the soldiers during the day, and took out several special boxes.

one.

"Click..."

Following the soft sound on both sides, Brian looked at the injections lying gently in the inner groove, and took out a bottle of green and pink injections, a small amount of them under the light of the overhead bulb.

He had shown these things to Sarah. They were not any kind of medical supplies. There were no markings on the surface of the glass, so it was impossible to tell what they were. However, he thought that the person who was obviously injured actually died in the blink of an eye.

The chances of recovery are probably related to these two bottles of injections.

"It seems we can only ask Professor Johnny."

Since he couldn't figure it out, Brian put the matter aside for the time being and left it to professionals to analyze when he returned to the camp. After putting the injection back into the box, he turned his attention to the combat manual.

He knows this kind of thing well. Generally, when the military sends a team out to perform a mission, it will issue a manual like this to record the entire action process. If an accident occurs to the team, people can learn about the situation in turn. If there are no problems, they can

Submit for filing.

Thinking of this, Brian specially found a place with good lighting, then opened the manual and read it carefully:

WDC-13B combat records.

January 11, 2033 at 9:00.

I am the number one in this operation team. It is my turn to be awakened this time. I can relax for a while. I don’t know what this operation is. Well... I can’t seem to write these words in this post.

Record the above, but...what the heck!

At 16:00 on January 11, 2033.

Tsk, I don’t know if our sacrifice is worth it or not. These so-called “scientists” actually let a team of people out of the test site for experimental testing, and now they want me to clean up the mess with them. What a bunch of people.

Useless trash!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At 9:00 on January 12, 2033.

I didn't expect that I would be working with a few old teammates again this time. Ah, there are two of them that I should take good care of. I remember that he gave me good orders when he was awakened last time. This time I won't

Will be soft-hearted.

At 13:00 on January 12, 2033.

The location given by those guys was really unreliable. I just chased it for ten miles and couldn't find the target location.

I didn't expect that these guys who escaped actually knew that there were positioning devices in their bodies. I began to wonder if someone within us helped them escape?

But fortunately, Number Six's specialty is their sense of smell. I hope I don't have to run too far to catch them, so I can have more time to have fun.

.....

12:00 on January 16, 2033.

Seventeen goals, half solved.

I didn't expect that these people were so dedicated that they blocked my way to give others time to escape.

The remaining people ran away——It seemed that they wanted to use the large number of infected people in the city to block my pursuit. Ah! It was really troublesome.

January 17, 2033 at 6:00.

It seems that I made too much noise. Not only did it attract the attention of the infected, but even the maggots in the sewers also wanted to take a piece of my pie. Hum, then I will play with you.

.....

Perhaps because of the various situations encountered along the way, the records in this combat manual are really lacking. Sometimes, you can only identify what is written by hiding some marks.

But for Brian who wants to understand the above content, he must read on even if it is difficult.
Chapter completed!