The 12th floor is a high-end ward. There are fewer patients and medical staff. The security personnel are still alive, and the zombies have been dealt with!
However, they had limited ammunition and did not dare to go downstairs.
Fortunately, Qian Xiaomin was inside.
"Lin Qingqing, Master Qiao." Qian Xiaomin, also covered in zombie blood, sat on the ground leaning against the wall, looking exhausted. Qiao Ruoran had accepted Li Mengmeng as her disciple, and she followed Mengmeng's lead, calling him "Master."
"Sister Minmin, we must leave immediately. There are a lot of zombie rats on the 11th floor." Lin Qingqing reached out and pulled Qian Xiaomin up.
"Ah, you're not well yet. I can walk on my own." Qian Xiaomin quickly refused Lin Qingqing's help. She knew that Lin Qingqing was in the hospital and had visited her. She had also taken care of Lin Qingqing over the past few days.
Just now she was still worried about Lin Qingqing. The blood of zombies on her body was stained when she killed zombies and wanted to rush down the stairs.
"You guys go too. To prevent the mutant rats from escaping, we have to blow up the 11th floor." Qiao Ruoran said to the rest of the people.
"Blow it up? No, we can't blow it up! There are so many equipments here! Where can we find them if it blows up?" The man who looked like a doctor shook his head desperately.
equipment?
Qiao Mingyang could put the equipment into the space first.
Anyway, his space is so huge and inhumane!
Lin Qingqing was jealous of Qiao Mingyang's huge space. She looked at Qiao Ruoran and they thought the same thing. They understood each other and started to drive people away together.
Lin Qingqing pointed the gun directly at them and said coldly: "Everyone go downstairs, quickly."
"Let's go!" Qiao Ruoran also knew that time waits for no one. She was always gentle to others, but with a frosty face, she raised her gun.
The survivors were being held at gunpoint by two women, their voices filled with threats. They were all a bit confused.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Qian Xiaomin quickly said, "Let's go downstairs and talk! It's no use being stuck here."
"Right, right, right!" Some people had long since given up wanting to stay here. Previously, there were too many zombies on the stairs and they didn't dare go down. Now that they were all cleared out, they wanted to run even if no one forced them to leave.
At that moment, some people ran towards the stairs.
"Qingqing, I'll go down with them first. You tell my brother." Qiao Ruoran was worried about so many people going downstairs. They wouldn't be able to completely clear out the zombies on the lower floors. If this group of people went downstairs, they might attract another swarm of zombies.
Lin Qingqing knew what Qiao Ruoran wanted her and Qiao Mingyang to say, so she nodded, pushed Qian Xiaomin, and told her to retreat quickly.
"No, we can't leave! If we leave, they'll blow up the building! What about the equipment?" The man who looked like a medical leader was full of disapproval. He even grabbed the security officer who was about to leave and shouted, "Get them out of here! It's none of our business!"
The police looked at the submachine guns in the girls' hands. They thought only the military had these guns, so the two girls must be female soldiers. They said nothing.
Their current weapons are only pistols and batons. Besides, this is indeed their hospital's business! What does it have to do with the police?
They are only responsible for security, they are not hospital security guards, and there is no need for them to conflict with soldiers.
When Lin Qingqing saw the man's face, she felt that she had met her enemy on a narrow road. It turned out to be Professor Fang, who was determined to dissect her. Her face darkened and she sneered, "You're not leaving, are you?"
As she spoke, Lin Qingqing walked towards Professor Fang with a gun in hand.
"Don't come over here!" Professor Fang saw the black muzzle of a gun pointed at him and could no longer maintain his composure. He wanted to shrink behind the policeman, but the policeman was not stupid. He took a step forward and led him to the door.
Professor Fang lost his defense and cried out, "A gentleman should use his words, not his fists!"
"I'm not a gentleman! I'll count to three. If you don't leave, then stay! 1...2..." Lin Qingqing stepped forward quickly, pretending to shoot.
Seeing that the real fight was about to begin, the remaining medical staff and patients all ran away. At this time, why do we have to argue with others?
Professor Fang suddenly realized that he was alone. If he didn't leave, he might become a wandering ghost. Seeing this, Qian Xiaomin hurriedly pulled him towards the door: "Let's go, Professor Fang."
Finally, the two of them walked downstairs together. Lin Qingqing curled her lips. She really wanted to kill him.
Although there was no evidence, she still suspected that the several soldiers who attempted to take her away in the special isolation area last time were related to Professor Fang.
The lobby on the 12th floor was relatively clean, with only a few zombie corpses at the door, all of which had been shot in the head.
Just as I was about to go inside to see the equipment Professor Fang mentioned, I heard very light footsteps behind me, followed by a faint scent of grass.
"Why are you still here? Come downstairs quickly."
Qiao Mingyang's voice rang in her ears. Lin Qingqing turned her head suddenly and found him standing behind her.
Lin Qingqing complained in her heart, wondering if Qiao Mingyang was a ghost! If she hadn't been strong enough, she would have been scared to death by him!
"What equipment is here? That professor thinks it's very important." Lin Qingqing lowered her head and stepped aside to make way for him.
Are you afraid of me?
Qiao Mingyang stared at the bun on her head, frowned, and wanted to ask something, but didn't say it.
He thought he had never done anything to scare her! On the contrary, because his sister liked her very much, he even invited her to stay in a hotel and have a barbecue.
Well, she was the one who grilled the barbecue later, and her skills were pretty good.
"Let's go back and have barbecue later."
Qiao Mingyang remembered the perfect taste, arranged some midnight snack, and strode towards a metal door.
Lin Qingqing screamed and saw Qiao Mingyang raising his sword to chop down the door again.
"Wait a minute!" Lin Qingqing blurted out.
Qiao Mingyang held his sword in the air and turned to give her a questioning look.
He looked like a frozen cartoon, with his long legs spread apart and one corner of his black windbreaker lifted up. He turned his head, and his slender almond-shaped eyes behind the lenses were gleaming with a cold light.
Lin Qingqing swallowed subconsciously. The Qiao siblings were once rated as the top ten figures of the apocalypse.
Because of her good looks, she is sought after by countless boys and girls and has been at the top of the list for a long time.
"?" Qiao Mingyang waited for a long time but Lin Qingqing didn't continue speaking. Instead, he saw her fair neck swallowing.
At that moment, he remembered a time around the same time a month ago. They were stuck in traffic, and he pushed a zombie against the rolling door. And then she looked at the zombie like that, as if she were looking at a delicacy...
"I'll try to open it... The rooms downstairs all have alarm systems. I think the security here might be even stronger."
Lin Qingqing quickly came to her senses and took out the tool she had used to commit the crime, a thin, flat iron stick not much bigger than a toothpick, about the length of a palm, with a bent head.
Qiao Mingyang looked at the 'professional tool' in her hand and silently moved aside. Lin Qingqing took a deep breath, twisted her arm, then bent down and inserted the master key into the lock.
She carefully felt the gap between the probe of the master key and the lock inside.
My heart sank, but in just a few breaths, the door opened with a click!
Quite professional indeed! Qiao Mingyang smiled as he pushed the heavy door open first. He saw all sorts of cold instruments and rows of large glass jars filled with human tissues of various shapes soaked in formalin.
"Don't look, get out!" Qiao Mingyang's tall body blocked Lin Qingqing's sight. His voice was much lower and there was a hint of anger in it.
Lin Qingqing decisively turned around and left.
She had actually already taken a look at it, but it was just a common laboratory in the post-apocalyptic world.
There are similar research institutes at bases across the country, the difference being whether they are official or private.
It’s hard to say which one is more shameless!
Anyway, they are all under the slogan of vaccine research.
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