Chapter 53, Matsushima Miyu The twilight was low, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting diagonally over the dilapidated streets, adding a bit of desolation.
Completely different from the bustling shopping street just a stone's throw away, this residential area is the product of overdevelopment during the bubble economy era.
Many houses were not even completed before they caught up with the nightmare of Japan's bubble economy collapse, and as a result have become unfinished buildings until now.
Now, this place is still a messy and dilapidated scene.
Most of the houses are in disrepair and are scattered sparsely.
The overgrown courtyards and dusty windows seem to tell the story of the desolation and decay of this neighborhood.
However, this dilapidated neighborhood, which used to have so few people during the day that wild cats could take a nap in the sun in the center of the avenue, is now full of zombies roaming the streets, alleys, ramps, courtyards, open spaces, and overpasses everywhere you look.
Seeing hordes of ferocious zombies, they were like toddlers who had just learned to walk, swinging back and forth, filling the air with a disgusting putrid stench.
In this purgatory-like environment, a graceful figure in a neat police uniform suddenly appeared, which seemed particularly abrupt.
Behind a telegraph pole on the wall somewhere, a policewoman was holding a mini police pistol, frowning as she peered at the zombies wandering on the street ahead.
She has beautiful, black, ear-length short hair, a tall and well-proportioned figure, and looks full of intelligence and ability, but she looks quite embarrassed at this moment.
The short skirt of her police uniform has been torn and slightly bruised during the escape and fighting.
It was also clearly exposed from the torn part of the black stockings.
The blood and dust made mottled stains appear on her uniform, and the dripping sweat made her look slightly embarrassed.
However, for this policewoman, none of the above is important.
The only thing she is thinking about is where to go next.
Should we go to the Bedlord City East Department to ask for help as originally planned?
Or should we follow the gunshots we heard just now and go look for possible reinforcements?
"I heard fierce gunfire on the shopping street just now, but why is it quiet now?"
She muttered secretly, "Have the zombies in that area been completely eliminated, have they moved elsewhere, or have they been killed by the zombies?
Annihilated" The policewoman was so absorbed in her thoughts that she completely relaxed her vigilance to the surrounding environment.
It wasn't until a pervasive stench floated in the wind and penetrated into the policewoman's nostrils that she was horrified.
"hiss" The policewoman turned her head suddenly and saw a zombie with large parts of its skin and muscles rotting, roaring and approaching from behind her.
"Yeah bang bang bang" Since the zombie had unknowingly touched a few steps away, it seemed as if he could reach her if he stretched out his hand.
The policewoman couldn't help but feel her scalp numb and goosebumps all over her body.
She immediately screamed in terror, and at the same time subconsciously Lifted the pistol and pulled the trigger After three consecutive gunshots, the zombie had a big hole in its head and fell softly.
The blood and brain matter mixed together, turning into a purple-black putrid slurry flowing on the ground, like evil graffiti, which looked particularly disgusting.
However, the policewoman had no time to observe the results of the battle.
She was attracted by the gunfire and screams.
Zombies from all directions began to surround her, and all possible escape routes were blocked in an instant.
But there was only one bullet left in her pistol The policewoman smiled bitterly, took off the baton from her waist, and prepared to fight the trapped beast.
At the same time, she looked at the courtyard wall beside her with the corner of her eye, thinking about whether she could climb over the wall to avoid zombies.
Unfortunately, this cement wall with a height of three meters was obviously beyond her ability to climb.
Could it be that I am going to die here?
Why don’t the citizens and juniors trapped in the Higashiban Shopping Center wait for me to call for help?
Alas, but there are so many densely packed zombies that they are almost going to scare people out of trypophobia.
Can I really make it through?
Just as the policewoman was thinking wildly, the reinforcements had quietly arrived.
She only heard a "pop" sound, and the head of a zombie in front of her suddenly dented a large piece.
It fell to the ground and stopped moving.
The semi-solidified black dirt was Blood flowed from his eyes and nose, making him look even more disgusting.
Then, a few more bullets flew from nowhere, accurately hitting the heads of several zombies, further reducing the pressure on the policewoman.
At the same time, a loud march sounded not far away, attracting the attention of most of the zombies, causing them to gradually turn around and disperse.
The female police officer took the opportunity to find an opening, rushed out of the circle of zombies, and jumped to a relatively empty street.
Next, while panting violently, she finally had time to pay attention to the person who had just saved her, and then she froze.
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Hey, hey, what did she see?
About forty or fifty old Japanese Imperial Army soldiers wearing tawny military uniforms, holding a few small sun flags, surrounded an antique mini tank spliced together with rivets.
Accompanied by the marching music of the Battling Team, they marched from The other end of the street opened slowly.
The turret or machine gun tower of the mini tank kept spitting out dazzling tongues of fire, sweeping down the zombies that rushed towards them upon hearing the sound, and beating them into rotten flesh.
The infantrymen also opened fire with their 38-type rifles, shooting at the zombies missed by the tanks, and occasionally stabbed them with bayonets a few times to confirm that the zombies were dead.
There was also a guy who looked like an officer, sitting on a military motorcycle with a bucket, waving a saber and giving orders to everyone.
Looking at this incredible scene in front of her, the policewoman couldn't help but feel that her head seemed a little dizzy.
It's now here, why are there still Korean right-wing gangsters playing World War II Imperial Army synonyms on the streets?
Or maybe there is a plot similar to the Sengoku Self-Defense Forces, allowing a group of imperial soldiers from the Showa era to travel to this doomsday city.
Just as her thoughts began to become seriously confused, a middle-aged man in a police uniform who looked familiar drove a small Toyota pickup truck and got out from among the "Showa Imperial Army soldiers" and then slowly Tuntun came up to her, rolled down the window, coughed dryly, and asked in a stern tone: "I am the deputy director of the East Department of the bed owner, and Miyamoto is on the police.
Please state your position, name and current situation." situation" "Ah, I'm getting out of bed.
Chief Inspector Miyu Matsushima of the Nishi District Traffic Section is reporting to you."
Recognizing the appearance of her immediate superior, policewoman Matsushima Miyu hurriedly put away her pistol, raised her hand and gave an unstandardized salute, "Last night, when the Gobetsu River blockade collapsed, I and a colleague Inspector Nakaoka Asami took a group of survivors and hid in Higashikata Shopping Center .
Then, I left Asami Nakaoka to patrol and protect the surviving citizens, and I managed to break out of the shopping mall and prepared to go to the bed owner's east office to ask for help, but I heard fierce gunfire on the way, so I turned back to pick up the enemy.
How should we act when we come down?
Please give me your instructions, Mr.
Miyamoto Police Inspector."
"The Bed Master's East Department should have been lost.
All the remaining police officers have evacuated, so you don't have to go."
Miyamoto frowned and was silent for a while, then said calmly, "As for the East Ban Shopping Center, that's where we are."
The goal of this trip is for you to follow along.”
"It's sir."
Policewoman Matsushima Miyu quickly puffed up her chest and subconsciously saluted again, "But sir, what's going on with these people wearing Showa-era military uniforms?"
She looked at those who were poking zombies with bayonets.
He glanced at it and asked timidly, "Are they reinforcements sent by the Self-Defense Force or the Metropolitan Police Department to reinforce Bedlord City?
Why are they dressed so strangely?"
"No, they are just energetic civil society groups, but they are indeed saving the city.
Of course, the ins and outs of this period are very complicated."
Miyamoto rubbed his temples with a headache and opened the car door at the same time, "You get in the car first.
I’ll explain it to you slowly on the way.”
At the same time, on Wang Qiu’s Book of Time Travel, another line of golden writing appeared representing points earned: "Successfully rescued the plot character, policewoman Matsushima Miyu, from becoming a zombie, and received 1,500 reward points."
Songdao Mixi, female, 32 years old, single, the bed owner is the inspector general of the West District Traffic Division.
Although the title "Inspector Chief" sounds like an official, in fact, it is usually a "comfort" given to the lowest-level Japanese police officers who have still not received any promotion after ten years of employment, and who probably have no hope in this life.
Award" is almost equivalent to the meaning of "senior contractor".
Therefore, one can imagine how miserable Matsushima Miyu, who has been employed for more than ten years but has not been able to climb any step up, is.
In short, Inspector Songdao Mixi was originally just a very mediocre career woman.
She went to and from work every day.
During her holidays, she would go shopping or travel, or participate in a few social gatherings and blind dates.
However, this sudden disaster...
But it made her say goodbye to the past all at once.
First, on the way to work, he heard horrific rumors about corpses standing up and biting living people, and then he was isolated on the east bank of the Gobetsu River defense line, unable to return to his original unit in the West District.
Then came the collapse of the country and the end of the world.
One bad news came quickly after another.
Finally, the zombies on the other side of the river broke through the Yubie Bridge isolation zone, turning the remaining half of the city to the east into a cannibalistic purgatory and battlefield All these earth-shaking and tragic changes happened in just two days, which had already severely damaged her spirit and reason.
She felt as if she had stepped into a nightmare from which she could not wake up.
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And Miyamoto The series of shocking secrets that the deputy director had just revealed to her in the car made Inspector Matsushima Mixi feel that the amount of information was too much, and her brain was almost overloaded and smoking.
The direct murderer who caused the corpse to get back up and bite the living person was an artificially developed virus weapon.
And this virus, which can turn living people into zombies, was actually mixed into the vaccine and injected into the bodies of almost all citizens.
Therefore, the current zombie craze that has brought the Japanese nation to the brink of destruction is most likely a cruel and deliberate plan by the government.
There are also Masons, Jews, Arabs, Indians and even Iranians who are probably carrying out a conspiracy to destroy the world at this moment.
In addition, the Doraemon cat Doraemon also came to the real world from the comics and became the final savior of this doomsday world.
The reason why this group of guys from the old imperial army left their safe havens to fight zombies outside was not primarily to search for and rescue survivors, but to collect enough money for Doraemon to order anti-zombie virus vaccines. funds to carry out robberies across the city Well, if I hadn’t seen that Doraemon sitting on the bed of a pickup truck vividly, playing with a Maxim heavy machine gun with his dumpling palm, and from time to time he would take out a few dorayaki from the pocket of the dimension to reward me.
Belly, Matsushima Miyu will definitely think that Deputy Director Miyamoto is crazy.
However, since Deputy Director Miyamoto is not crazy.
Then Matsushima Miyu's outlook on life, worldview and values suffered a devastating blow.
The Japanese government can no longer be trusted, and the entire world is rapidly collapsing.
A crazy conspiracy is looming, but the cruel plan to kill most of the world's human beings, especially all yellow people, is about to be revealed at this moment.
No one knows what will happen next.
What kind of terrible disaster is about to befall this island country and even the entire East Asia?
God, how should people live in this world?
When his mind was confused, Inspector Matsushima Miyu found that the team had stopped again.
It turned out that I found a parking lot on the way, and there were several cars and motorcycles that were not driven away.
So, the Japanese soldiers from the "Concerned for the Country and One Heart" swarmed over, first shot and killed the two zombies wandering in the parking lot, and then put on the all-purpose gloves that made them infinitely more powerful, and threw the cars one by one into the automatic In the pawn machine.
As for the old apartments near the parking lot, they did not bother them.
First of all, in such a dilapidated low-cost apartment, there is probably not much oil and water, and the effort is not proportional to the gain.
Secondly, rashly breaking into a building with an unfamiliar structure and fighting closely with zombies that suddenly sprang out in a narrow space is really a very dangerous job for the rookies of the "Concern for the Country" ; Third, the zombies are now breaking through the Gobetsu River.
The defense line has not lasted more than twenty-four hours.
I am afraid there are still many survivors hiding in these apartments, and they still have some psychological barriers to directly robbing living people.
If these survivors want to go with them , then it would be even more troublesome to take care of it.
Since they came up with the great mission of "collecting money to buy vaccines and save all mankind", these violent gang members have become less active in saving survivors.
Therefore, after clearing the parking lot of all kinds of vehicles, and directly stuffing two roadside newsstands and a beverage vending machine into the automatic pawn machine to exchange for banknotes, they resumed their formation and continued to move forward.
But even so, this kind of blatant robbery has already made Inspector Matsushima Miyu dumbfounded.
"That Police Officer Miyamoto, is it really okay to let them act like robbers in front of us police officers and just take away other people's belongings?
Anyway, this is against the law."
She looked at the countersigner beside her.
Chang, said hesitantly.
"Law, Inspector Matsushima, there are no laws to abide by now.
It's hard to say whether Japan will still be a country in the future."
Miyamoto Rei’s father, Miyamoto Masaru, the deputy director of the bedowner’s office, said with a sad and vigilant smile, “Forty-three prefectures and counties across the country have fallen, and all remaining government officials have been evacuated to the fleet at sea.
And in this floating government on the sea, there may be hidden secrets that created this The mastermind behind this devastating catastrophe.
So, those of us who are lucky enough to survive, the only one we can rely on is ourselves.
Inspector Songdao, I don’t usually go shopping.
I don’t know where there are more valuable things.
You say, we How about going to the bank later?”
Listening to Deputy Director Miyamoto, who had always been honest and upright, actually seriously discussing how to rob a bank with himself, Inspector Matsushima Miyu suddenly felt that one of his nerves snapped, and his mind suddenly cleared.
Cheerful.
"I'm afraid this is not a good choice.
Banks in Bedlord City generally only have banknotes that have become waste paper, and no gold and silver reserves.
I suggest that you go to 4S stores, where there are always items worth at least hundreds of millions.
New cars.
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In addition, you can also go to the warehouse at the dock to see the goods in so many containers.
Of course, the Dongban shopping mall we are going to now is also good."
From now on, in this apocalypse, there is one less law-abiding policeman, but one more female robber who takes advantage of the situation oshow7: