They are usually checked once before being put into the isolation room, but unexpectedly the check was not thorough enough, so a second check was necessary. Unfortunately, they still fell in the end.
Fu Yue observed the isolation room and found nothing wrong, so he put the supplies inside into the space.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. She did not mind the small supplies in the security booth.
The gate of the villa area was open, and someone had knocked the railings that blocked the car away. Now the gate of the villa area was wide open, as if inviting people outside to come in and take refuge.
Sure enough, even though the security here is good and confidentiality is high, it cannot withstand the continuous influx of humans fleeing from the city.
The Hummer followed the offline map and headed towards the south of the city. Except for encountering a few waves of zombies on the way, the journey was relatively safe.
She drove the Hummer to the vicinity of the stronghold and was taken into the space by the car.
This Hummer is a modified car. The outer glass is all bulletproof glass and the body is made of the best materials, so she can't bear to throw it away.
The gangs here were jointly established by local psychics and players. They are notorious in the player forums. Many players have been robbed, and some have even robbed beautiful men and women. It is simply a good thing not to do such a thing.
There was a large shopping mall nearby. The square in front of the mall was empty and there were traces of blood on the ground.
The psychics in the mall were probably worried that the rising temperature would cause the corpses to corrode and smell too strong, so all the corpses in the square were dragged to the green belt on the next street.
The sun was so hot that even the zombies hid in the shadows and banged on the neighbors' doors.
Fu Yue was fully armed, pulling the mask to the top, leaving only his eyes open to observe his surroundings.
She has ice and fire abilities in her body, so this temperature has no effect on her. Besides, the temperature in the wasteland world is usually higher than it is now.
In the mental map, the mall has 6 floors, and there are probably more than 600 living people inside, most of whom are psychics, concentrated on the first and second floors.
There are dozens of zombies above the third floor. They seem to be trapped in one place and have never moved. Their levels fluctuate greatly.
Although she didn't know why the psychics in the mall didn't deal with the zombies upstairs, it was not her concern.
She quickly found the back door of the mall. There were several zombie corpses lying outside, and the maggots in their wounds were wriggling, as if they were afraid of the sun, and they kept drilling inside.
A legless zombie in the corner smelled human scent and crawled towards Fu Yue, roaring.
The scimitar was raised on the zombie's head, and a gray-white crystal core mixed with brain matter was dug out.
This level 1 crystal core is only the size of a soybean.
Fu Yue poured water on it and washed it clean with disgust. This zombie was too disappointing. It had been two months since the apocalypse, and its level was still so low.
After killing the zombies, Fu Yue, holding a scimitar, teleported directly into the warehouse at the back door.
From the mental map, we know that except for the back door, all other places are filled with survivors.
As soon as he entered the mall, Fu Yue smelled a foul odor, the smell of feces and urine, and the sour smell of people who had not washed for a long time.
She was a little impressed by these people who could stay in such an environment.
She looked out through the small door and found that these people were all young people, with no children or elderly people. They spoke in low voices, as if they were worried that the zombies outside would hear them.
There were a few girls cowering in the corner. One of them was holding a hard biscuit in her hand. In order to prevent others from snatching it, she stuffed it into her mouth, choking and rolling her eyes.
But the other girls couldn't stand it, so they rushed over and dug into her throat, trying to snatch the food into their own mouths.
Fu Yue looked at this scene without feeling any surprise. It had been more than two months since the end of the world, and there were fewer and fewer places to find food outside.
Although they are in the mall, the supplies are in the hands of the psychics. Now these ordinary people have to listen to them if they want to eat any food.
The girls were making a lot of noise, but the others were used to it and continued to close their eyes and rest. They were all timid survivors who only hoped to stay here to get the protection of the psychics. It was impossible to ask them to find food by themselves.
At this moment, a man in hip-hop style clothing walked down from the second floor, casually pointed his finger at the two survivors next to him, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for them to follow him.
Seeing this, others swarmed over and blocked the man's way, trying to sell themselves and introduce what they did before the end of the world. They promised to be obedient as long as they were given a bite to eat.
If they knew that this person was selecting people to feed the zombies, I wonder if they would still be so active.
After observing for so long, Fu Yue has basically understood why the zombies upstairs have not been killed. It is probably because the psychics here intend to raise the zombies upstairs.
While Fu Yue was thinking, the man kicked the others aside, cursing under his breath.
If these ordinary people were not of some use, they would not support them.
"Boss, these two were arguing just now."
The hip-hop guy took the two people he selected to the second floor and spoke to the man sitting on the sofa.
The two survivors, who had thought they would have food as soon as they arrived, widened their eyes slightly.
No, they clearly came here to get food, so why were they considered troublemakers?
"No, it's not Boss Zhou, we didn't cause any trouble. It was this young man who wanted to bring us up to get food. We didn't cause any trouble..."
"Oh~" Boss Zhou curled his lips slightly and looked at the hip-hop man with a smile, "Well, you guys are doing a good job. These stupid local humans actually believe that they will be fed just because they were chosen. Hahaha..., go give them some food!"
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