Chapter 62 Natural Disaster-Misty Field.
[Wasteland Calendar January 6, 8:00, Disaster Season]
[System announcement: The first round of airdrops in the disaster season has been randomly placed near the shelters. 】
Wen Ning paused while making breakfast and looked out the window.
The rain had stopped when he just got up. Wen Ning planned to go out after dinner to store the collected rainwater in a red wine barrel.
But now, less than half an hour has passed.
It was so foggy outside that he couldn't even see the gate of his shelter.
Launch an airdrop?
For some reason, Wen Ning felt that the system would not be so kind.
However, judging from the previous round of natural disasters, harm to the human body occurs at the very beginning of the disaster.
The damage won't be great.
so.
Wen Ning decided to pick up this airdrop.
Take a chance and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!
Wen Ning prepared some vegetarian noodles and brought them out to have breakfast with Hu Zi.
Hu Zi currently lacks more than 2,000 experience points before he can level up.
I eat about 10 kilograms of meat in three meals a day.
By this calculation, Wen Ning's several tons of meat might not be enough for it to grow to adulthood.
The man and the tiger ate quietly, as if they were not interested in the treasure chest that the system reminded them of.
[Regional Channel: Hahahahaha! I would say this is a welfare disaster! Did you hear that! airdrop! 】
[Regional Channel: Is this airdrop based on heads or shelters? There are several players in our shelter now! 】
[Regional Channel: You won’t let us kill each other, will you? 】
[Regional Channel: Do you really dare to go out? I always feel like things are too simple? 】
【Regional Channel: What are you afraid of! Zhang Dashen started live streaming! Look how he did it! 】
When Wen Ning saw this, he immediately opened Zhang Han’s live broadcast room.
Now, more than ten live broadcast rooms on the ranking list are all broadcasting today's natural disaster.
The most popular person is Zhang Han, who likes to predict natural disasters.
In the live broadcast room, Zhang Han was preparing to go out.
There was not only Zhang Han himself in the shot, there was also another man and a woman.
【Hello everyone! I’m Zhang Han, welcome to my live broadcast room. The man and woman in front of me are the new members of my team. We are now preparing to go out to pick up airdrops! 】
[This natural disaster is just as I predicted. There will definitely be heavy fog after the rain! Considering the nature of wasteland games, there might be something in the fog, so we will bring masks and gas masks when going out! 】
【Bullet screen: Zhang Shen6666666, I want to know how to join your team! 】
[Comment: This fog looks pretty normal except that it’s a little thick. Conspiracy theory, right? 】
[Bullet screen: Get out of here, you big shot!] You can you up! 】
Zhang Han automatically filters out bad comments and only responds to the key ones.
[Zhang Han: The team is not accepting new members at the moment. After this disaster is over, those who are destined to be together can help each other! 】
【Bullet screen: Zhang Shen is so generous!】 】
The barrage of comments was full of atmosphere, and Zhang Han was not vague either, preparing himself with quick movements.
He and two team members put on masks and a gas mask before going out.
The camera is fixed behind the three people.
When they first went out, their figures could still be seen clearly, but after walking about 50 meters, the figures of several people gradually faded under the live camera.
There was only about 5 meters between them, and it was difficult to distinguish each other's shapes.
"Don't get too far away from each other. Be careful of mutant beasts in the fog."
Zhang Han was holding a crossbow, and tucked behind his waist was the revolver that the audience in the live broadcast room often saw.
[Bullet comment: Let’s be honest, a gun would be more useful. A crossbow wouldn’t have enough time to reload bullets after it’s shot! 】
【Bullet comment: Have you ever thought that there might be no bullets in his gun? 】
【Bullet screen:......】
Zhang Han took the time to glance at the barrage, his mouth twitching slightly. He had to say that these players had really sharp eyes. There was indeed only one bullet in his gun.
He didn't intend to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
Furthermore, the threat posed by guns is more terrifying to people of the same kind.
The man and woman in front are a couple, people Zhang Han knew at the beginning of the wasteland.
The two were members of the live-action CS club when they were on Blue Star. They have extensive experience in field combat and are in good physical condition.
After arriving at Zhang Han's place, he built a wooden shelter in two days.
The three of them formed a survival team with Zhang Han as the leader. Zhang Han took out some supplies and intelligence and naturally became the team leader.
Zhang Han’s purpose is also very simple, he wants to continue to be on the list.
There's nothing wrong with it being mutually beneficial.
"Brother Han, how about we split up and look for him?"
The young man, Shen Feng, said that the fog looked nothing special, just a little thicker, without any special color or strange smell.
But Shen Feng felt something was a bit unusual. His idea was to find the airdrop as soon as possible and then return to the shelter.
Zhang Han also felt that the efficiency of the three of them working together was too low, so he nodded and agreed to this method.
But I added one more sentence.
"Bring it back from the airdrop and open it together."
The man and woman looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
With that, the three of them separated from the front of the shelter.
Zhang Han chose a direction to walk out.
After taking two steps, he opened the system panel out of habit and took a look.
Next second.
"Chen Feng! Lin Na! Come back!"
He quickly turned around, but there were no two people behind him!
There was visible panic on Zhang Han's face and cold sweat was dripping down his face.
He turned to look at the live camera, and his terrified eyes made everyone shudder.
【Bullet screen: Holy shit!】 What's wrong? What's wrong? Is Zhang possessed by a ghost? 】
【Bullet screen: There is indeed something dirty in the thick fog! Everyone, please don't go out! 】
【Bullet screen: I’m so anxious!】 Are you still alive! What happened? Tell me! 】
Zhang Han finally reacted and swallowed hard.
Then he spoke:
【Everyone, the coordinates on my system panel...are gone. 】
The coordinates are missing!
Zhang Han was shocked beyond words. The coordinates disappeared silently, and the system didn't even give any prompt.
The visibility range of this thick fog kept shrinking and had now reached one or two meters.
He is now very scared and thinks that he may not be able to find a shelter!
Because now everything around is white, there is no way to tell the direction.
When the barrage heard this, there was silence for a while, and then countless barrages began to roll in like a tide!
Some people sympathized with Zhang Han, while others were scared and felt lucky that they did not go out.
Most of them asked Zhang Han to return the same way he came!
Zhang Han woke up as if from a dream, wiped off the cold sweat, and began to recall how he left the house.
"We turned right and walked straight for about 80 meters."
[Bullet screen: Anchor, the visibility is less than two meters now. You can’t make any mistakes, otherwise you might miss your shelter! 】
【Bullet screen: The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but the distance between my shelter. It’s right within my sight, but I can’t see it! 】
[Bullet comment: I have a lot of plant fibers here. I have already rolled several hemp ropes and put them on the shelves. If you need them, please send me a private message and I can buy them directly. The child does not have many survival points left! 】
【Bullet screen: Hemp rope?】 hemp rope! Bro, leave me one! 】
Wen Ning immediately thought of tying a hemp rope around his body when going out, so as to prevent himself from getting lost.
She still has some in the warehouse, I'll try it later.
And Zhang Han in the camera also started his journey home.
The fog before my eyes became thicker and thicker, and it was so white that I couldn't see my hand in front of me.
He was like a blind man, groping for the way with his head down.
All that's missing is a guide stick.
At the same time, the live broadcast room was filled with comments.
【Bullet screen: Anchor, be careful! There are mutant beasts in this thick fog! ! ! 】
[Bullet comment: It’s true, I was watching a live broadcast from the United States just now, and the anchor got lost and was yelling “fuck!” madly in the live broadcast room. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out, and he screamed, and he was gone! 】
Dark shadows, mutant beasts, thick fog, and disappeared coordinates.
This disaster seemed to be much more serious from the beginning than people understood.
Wen Ning thought for a while, and a plan gradually took shape in his mind.
Zhang Han was still groping, and the people in the live broadcast room became worried.
Wen Ning exited the live broadcast room and took a look at the regional channel.
Number of people: 8256
More than 300 people had died just half an hour into the disaster season.
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