"Are you okay?"

Carlos, who heard the gunfire, quickly ran over to support with a submachine gun.

"I'm fine. Fortunately, Zhao Ming is here, otherwise I might have been attacked by these two damn guys." LJ looked at the two dead zombies on the ground and replied with lingering fear.

"Zombies often pounce from unexpected places, so you must be extra careful in dark places or places that are blocked by furniture."

Zhao Ming put the pistol back into the holster and said with a smile.

"That's a good suggestion." Carlos nodded in praise, "I've finished searching over there and there are no zombies."

The three of them quickly completed the search here, and found nothing else except the two zombies that Zhao Ming took care of.

"Claire, you can come here, the hotel has been cleaned up." Carlos informed the team through the headset.

The remaining cars drove to a stop in front of the hotel. Claire, wearing a baseball cap, a pair of large sunglasses, and a tactical suspender, was the first to get out of the car.

"Everyone got out of the car and spread out to search for useful things. Gasoline, food, ammunition, you know what we need."

The survivors skillfully brought scavenging tools and began to collect supplies everywhere. This was the only thing they could do for a long time.

Carlos and Zhao Ming walked towards Claire.

"Hey, Claire, this is Zhao Ming, a very good soldier. He just shot and killed two zombies hiding in the room."

"Very good, my name is Claire, and I am the person in charge of this motorcade. Welcome you in." Claire smiled and extended her hand to Zhao Ming.

"Hello, I'm glad to see so many living people." Zhao Ming held Claire's hand, "I collected some supplies before, I hope they can be helpful to everyone."

Before finding Umbrella's North American base, Zhao Ming did not plan to reveal his identity for the time being, nor did he plan to take a large amount of supplies from the system space, so as not to attract the attention of Umbrella.

"Are there any cigarettes?" Claire asked expectantly when she heard that there were supplies.

"Sorry, Claire, I've already asked this question. He doesn't smoke." Carlos smiled wryly and spread his hands.

"Well, well, let's see what's in your treasure."

"Except for a small amount of pistol ammunition, most of the items are food." Zhao Ming took the huge backpack from the car and opened it to show Claire.

The top item in the bag is handgun bullets packed in cartons. Claire and the others still have some of these, and because handgun bullets are relatively easy to collect for well-known reasons, they are not particularly urgent.

After taking away the ammunition, the food packaging exposed underneath made Claire and Carlos look forward to it.

"This is compressed biscuit, green onion flavor. This is ham sausage, the starch content is less than 8%, the taste is very good..."

Zhao Ming felt that it was too troublesome to take everything out, so he simply picked up the bag and shook it upside down. All the bottles and cans inside fell onto the soft sand with a crash.

Two large tin cans first caught the attention of Claire and Carlos.

"What is this? Milk powder?" Claire picked up an iron can and found that she couldn't read the words on it.

"No, this is a solid drink. It only takes 40 to 50 grams, mixed with 10 times room temperature water, and it can make an adult full. If you don't do strenuous exercise, you won't feel hungry for at least 5 to 6 hours.

, and all kinds of nutrients are also included.”

"Really? I've never seen anything like this." Claire turned to Carlos.

Carlos shook his head, "I haven't seen it either, but I have heard of something similar. It is some kind of highly processed plant extract, which can indeed be used as emergency food."

"Yes, the main raw material of this product is soybeans, so it tastes a bit like soy milk. I have eaten one can before, and there are two unopened cans left." Zhao Ming nodded and explained.

Claire picked up another cylindrical iron can that resembled household insecticide and asked, "What about this one? Is it also a solid drink?"

"No, this is not food, this is a shower spray." Zhao Ming said with a smile, "The liquid inside it has its own detergent and skin care function, which is suitable for field workers to solve personal hygiene problems. I use one every three days.

cans, and now there are three cans left.”

"Then I'm not welcome. We ladies haven't taken a shower for several days." Claire quickly grabbed three cans of shower spray in her hands, paying more attention to them than the food.

On the other side, dozens of kilometers away in Umbrella's North American base, a zombie taming experiment was underway.

A male zombie was tied to the experimental chair. A large injection pierced some kind of medicine from the neck, and the medicine inside was quickly pushed in.

I saw that the snarling zombies quickly calmed down and stopped struggling desperately to bite the living people around them.

The zombie began to look at the experimenter in front of him, and his black eyes regained some sparkle.

Soon, it was taken to another independent room, where tables and chairs were placed. There were also several educational toys often used by children in kindergartens on the table.

There were three other people in the room. Opposite him was Dr. Isaacs, who was in charge of Umbrella's zombie domestication project. There were two bald researchers standing on the side of the table.

At the doctor's signal, the assistant researcher pushed a folding mobile phone in front of it.

I saw it pick up the phone, open the keyboard, and slowly raise the phone to its ear, just like how people usually make calls.

"It's amazing, he knows what it is." The doctor said happily.

Next, the doctor personally stepped forward, picked up a digital camera, held it up to it and said: "Camera... come and try it."

The zombie classmate took the camera, pressed the shutter button skillfully with his fingers, and took a picture of the desktop with a click.

Probably the sound of the camera shutter stimulated the zombie's memory. He muttered and raised the camera at the two bald staff members next to him, making the latter take a step back in fright.

"Stand still." The doctor said dissatisfiedly.

Click——

The zombie actually held the camera steady and took a group photo of the two researchers.

All three of them could see that its movements were no different from those of a normal human being.

"Oh My God."

“Incredible.”

The two researchers were shocked by the zombies' appearance.

You must know that since the outbreak of the zombie virus, there has never been a zombie with a certain degree of intelligence, even a child-like IQ.

Next, the doctor gently pushed the children's toys on the table, and the researcher reached out and placed the toys in front of the zombies.
Chapter completed!