"Zombie, he's a zombie," accountant Locke roared almost like crazy.
Even though he often expressed his strange anger, this was the first time he used foul language.
Not to mention Locke, everyone is in a terrible mood.
The three hundred kilometers of road may be full of zombies, each with a ferocious look trying to pounce on them and eat them.
No wonder the carcass lying in the middle of the road had no skin, flesh, internal organs, or even brains.
Next, there was no sound from everyone, and the car kept bumping while driving.
After a while, the RV in front crashed through a guardrail and returned to the road.
Special Forces Gordon also turned the steering wheel and drove the car from the gap onto the road.
The road that followed was extremely smooth, and there were no more piles of vehicles or hordes of zombies.
After about fifteen minutes or so, the car had driven about twenty kilometers, and everything seemed to have relaxed a lot.
"Dear guests, there are worse things to come."
Sneijder, who was sitting in the passenger seat, imitated the emphasis of the weird manager and turned his head with a wry smile: "The car is almost out of gas."
The RV in front obviously didn't have much fuel, so it slowed down and then stopped.
Rudolf got out of the car.
Gordon also got out of the cab, and everyone else opened the doors and got out.
When Cheng Qianxun was the last one to go out, she suddenly saw something on the footrest in front of the seat.
She bent down and took out the newspaper-like paper that was folded squarely with only one corner exposed.
She picked it up, looked at it and stuffed it.
He got into the sweatshirt collar and then got out of the car.
The first thing Rudolph said to Gordon was: "How much gas do you have left."
Sure enough, Gordon took a deep breath: "Maybe not even two liters."
"I have about three liters at most."
Rudolf's calmness seemed to be working again at this time: "The first option is, I will pump the oil to your car, and then you will send someone back to the original place to pump the oil from other cars. come out."
"I'm not going back to feed the zombies," accountant Locke shouted immediately.
"Shut up," Gordon shouted in a low voice: "Do you want to alert the nearby zombies?
It is said that zombies will react when they hear sounds."
Reger, who was holding a gun and taking precautions, said coldly: "I don't know who is responsible for collecting gasoline."
Locke shut his mouth.
He and Sneijder were responsible for collecting gasoline just now.
As a result, everyone got something.
Even the two girls Cheng Qianxun and Zhang Ruoshan at least threw some food and water into the Jeep car before going to see the body.
Only the two of them were empty-handed.
"You can't go back, otherwise you will have wasted more than twenty kilometers.
Maybe there is an equipment supply point ahead."
Cheng Qianxun interrupted, looked at Gordon's expression and said softly: "I don't worry about anyone going back to take risks.
It’s not worth losing your life for a little petrol.”
These words should make everyone feel some warmth.
At this time, the weak must rely on the strong.
Gordon did not express approval or disapproval, but directly asked Rudolph: "What is the second option."
Rudolf said calmly: "Pump your gas into my car.
The jeep can't carry eight people, but my car can.
Five liters of gasoline can drive about another twenty kilometers.
I'll drive slower, hoping to last longer."
A few kilometers.
At least fifty kilometers today, we have solved it.”
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Steve couldn't help but said: "I just saw it.
There is water in the car, enough for everyone to take a shower, and there are some quilts and blankets."
With facilities, you can at least live a decent life.
Gordon took a deep breath, as if he had decided something: "Then let's see our luck and see if the car can reach the next place with supplies.
I'll pump the gas for the Jeep, and everyone will get in the RV, okay?"
"I'll smoke it."
Locke was the most positive.
Also, it was much safer to pump oil here than to go back to a place full of zombies.
"Haha, then I'll help."
Sneijder also turned around and chased Locke, who was running towards the jeep.
Cheng Qianxun immediately said: "Shanshan and I are going to get some of the food and water we collected just now."
They must also behave as useful people.
This is not the time to be Miss Jiao.
The two Jiao ladies before The young lady had died on the steps.
Regel patted Steve on the shoulder: "Man, follow me back to the RV, throw out the unnecessary things, and reduce some weight."
No matter how much weight is reduced, fuel consumption can be reduced.
Gordon nodded in approval.
After everyone got busy, Rudolph and Gordon went to open the hood of the RV and checked whether there were any hidden dangers in the car.
Then they went to see how Locke and the others were pumping oil.
Cheng Qianxun and Zhang Ruoshan loaded the four bags into the RV and got out, then returned to the jeep.
Locke and Sneed finally found a bucket and a long plastic pipe.
Sneed held the small bucket in his hand: "Okay, let's start smoking."
Locke stuck one end of the pipe into the fuel tank, and then sucked the other end of the pipe with his mouth.
After a few puffs, he suddenly put the tube into the keg, then spit out a mouthful of gasoline in his mouth and spit it on the ground.
"It smells really bad."
Locke frowned and spat on the ground.
Then he ran to the car, took out a small bottle of drinking water from the back of the car, opened it and rinsed his mouth several times.
Sneijder frowned slightly, said nothing, held the small bucket, and then pulled the gasoline out of the tank.
Of course everyone has seen all this.
Rudolf walked to Reger and seemed to whisper a few words.
Regel nodded repeatedly.
Five minutes later, when Cheng Qianxun and Zhang Ruoshan threw the last few bags of food and water into the RV, Sneijder and Gordon poured every drop of gasoline into the RV's fuel tank and closed the cap.
"Okay" Sneijder let out a long breath, as if he was done.
As soon as he finished speaking, Regel turned to Locke, who was standing and watching, and punched him hard, knocking him to the ground.
Locke lay on his back, awkwardly touching the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with his fingers: "You, what are you doing?"
"You idiot."
Regel didn't dare to speak louder, but his lowered voice seemed more ferocious: "Gasoline is wasted like this, you can't spit it in a bucket.
This mouthful of gasoline should make the car run a few meters.
Do you know how many bottles of drinking water there are?
Well, you still used half the bottle to rinse your mouth, you are a complete idiot. " Rudolf walked to the cab and put down his words coldly: "Then leave him here, there will be less people and we can save some fuel."
"No, don't leave me alone."
Locke, who was boring and seemed to have a sense of superiority, panicked and lay on the ground, begging with a ridiculous look: "I made a mistake, I know it, and I won't do it again. ” Sneijder spread his hands with a smile: "Man, this is everyone's opinion, I can't help it.
How about I try to negotiate and give you a share of food and water.
This is the only thing I can fight for you."
"Get away."
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Locke stretched out his leg, kicked Sneijder, and howled loudly: "You can't do this, leaving me alone for those zombies, you can't be so inhumane.
If God sees it, he will definitely You will be punished”: