Chapter 395 Location

On the other side of the portal was an empty, abandoned neighborhood.

Apart from the broken bricks and cement and the rusty billboards stacked up in a disorderly manner, 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 exact location left on the order form - Pawnshop No. 38 Jinji Road.

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

"That's right here."

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

The once sturdy pawnshop now has no roof, and the four walls are so low that any child can climb over them. The ground is covered with a mess of broken glass and wall dust. It doesn't look like a base that can resist zombies at all.

When it comes to delivering supplies, no one would leave a fake address to deceive her. Besides, she had already collected the full payment and travel expenses. Now that she can't find the person, it means that the buyer left the only marked address nearby.

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

"Ahem, the delivery has arrived, come and pick it up~"

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

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

She just couldn't believe that no one heard it.

After a while, she saw that the road ahead was blocked by a pile of cars and other items, and there was also a considerate sign saying "No Road".

Just as she was about to change buses and head back, she heard some clanging noises coming from the other side.

Is anyone there?

She stood on one leg and looked up.

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

Ding-ding-dang.

"roar!"

The face of the living dead appeared at the top, and he stretched out his arms ferociously. Then his feet were empty and he fell straight down.

Click.

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

The zombies that were full of energy just now are now dead again.

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

"There are actually crystal cores that are delivered 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 he was thinking about it, he heard several more whistling sounds from above his head, and saw dozens of zombies rolling down. Xia Yan stood up and avoided them.

Luck doesn't come to you multiple times.

She looked at the protruding ribs that had not caused any vital injuries with a hint of regret.

The zombie crawled up from the ground, hunched over, opened its mouth wide enough to reveal its muscle tissue, and roared. Like an enraged boss, it passed by Xia Yan and ran forward.

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

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

After walking three blocks, the view suddenly opened up and the zombies found their brothers. The small team that originally only had a few of them 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's the base commander? Call him over quickly."

"Another group of zombies has arrived in the east of the city, requesting support!"

"Chengxi needs replacements, my people can't hold on any longer!"

Anxious voices were heard on the high city walls, and the chaotic sound of footsteps rang out, like the most exciting battle song.

Under the city wall, every where you look is a dense swarm of zombies. When you see the highly decayed faces and the purple arms stretched out to grab at you in a daze, even the most mentally strong people will tremble with fear.

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

"Molotov cocktails! Torches! Grab whatever you have! Those at the back, hurry up! If the zombies crawl up, we're done for!"

"Can a fire-type mutant hold on? Bring me a ball of fire. I want to kill these bastards."

The stairs leading to the city wall were almost trampled to pieces by the trampling fire. Everyone coming and going had a look of tension and anxiety on their faces, and the fear of a zombie siege was silently looming.

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 it to the fastest running children to carry to the city wall.

There was a wide-open factory gate next to it. Men and women without special powers but still had some strength carried out stones and ruins of buildings, walked up another staircase, and handed them over to the powerful special powers.

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

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

After using their superpowers more than a dozen times, the superpower users' slots were empty and their stomachs were growling with hunger. Looking at the endless zombies below, they felt angry and weak in their limbs. They even felt dizzy due to low blood sugar.

"No... I have to eat something, otherwise--" As he spoke, he felt dizzy and lost his direction, almost falling off the city wall.

"careful!"

The captain quickly pulled it back, then turned around and shouted angrily, "The base commander said the food would be here soon. Where's the food? If it doesn't come soon, we won't be able to hold on. The city will be broken! Even if it's just a bowl of biscuit crumbs soaked in water, send it up quickly!"

"The food is here."

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

"Hurry up and take turns eating. The base commander is trying to figure out a solution."

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

The powerful mutant who was so hungry that he could eat a cow didn't bother to be pretentious. He strode over and picked up a bowl of rice porridge with only a thin layer of rice crumbs at the bottom. He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The uncooked rice crumbs made his throat hurt a little.

He didn't dare chew it, as it would digest faster and he would be hungry again in no time.

"Captain, go eat."

The psychic, who had recovered some strength, stood back in his position, spat on his palm, wiped it, then raised the cement strip with exposed steel bars again, bent backwards, and threw it out with all his might.

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

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

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

The subordinate only took a glance and then looked away.

"Base Commander, the psychics won't be able to survive on just rice porridge for long. You must think of a solution."