The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 122 Plan
"Hi." Ziliang yelled at Leon, "Any plans now?"

Leon hesitated for a moment: "Although I don't hold a post, I still have the obligation to save the survivors in this city." Leon opened a drawer while saying, "But Marvin just said that starting from yesterday The city is dead, and he estimates that all the living people in Raccoon City are you and me, so the only thing we can do now is to escape quickly."

"How to escape?" Ziliang asked directly, since the compass guides Leon, it saves a lot of work, as long as he follows him, oh, and he also has to ensure that this kid survives.

"Speaking of how to escape, I have a plan." Leon said, and then took out a map of the police station from his backpack, which he probably found out just now.

He spread out the map, and then pointed to a place: "Now our location is in the lobby of the police station, and there are zombies outside, so we need a vehicle."

"Vehicle?" Ziliang asked in a friendly manner.

"Yes, if we just rush out on foot like this, we will run out of ammunition and food within two blocks, let alone rush out of the urban area, so we need a car." As he said, his fingers moved on the map, Draw a course of action: "Go down from here, there is a parking lot, there should be undamaged vehicles there."

"Well, it's a good plan, then let's go as soon as possible."

"Wait!" Leon immediately shouted: "There is a table over there, I'll go and have a look, maybe I can find some ammunition." After speaking, he rushed over and rummaged through it again.

It has to be said that under such circumstances, it is still very useful to have a teammate who can endure and search for supplies everywhere. Leon rummages through boxes very fast and is also very organized. The entire hall is organized according to area Divide it into small blocks, and then collect each small block from top to bottom, not letting go of any corners that can hide things. Wherever people's shadows pass, they are like locusts raging, and no grass grows. In just a few minutes, , abruptly left him alone, creating the momentum of a carpet search.

Ziliang wondered if this guy had worked in the search and rescue team before he was admitted to the police academy.

So stop talking, after 5 minutes: "Okay, there should be nothing left, let's go to the parking lot."

In this way, Ziliang and his party finally embarked on the journey to the underground parking lot.

To be honest, this road is a bit far, because a few days ago, the police station was the last defensive area, many doors were locked, and all the shutter doors were lowered, which made the distance even closer. It's complicated, and many places have to make detours
And because Old Joey was exhausted of all his strength, and because he was already infected with the virus, he couldn't be allowed to stage the scene of breaking the iron gate again.So, everyone followed Leon completely, walking in this police station.

Along the way, there were naturally some scattered zombies. Most of them were wearing police uniforms, wandering aimlessly in the corridors. It seemed that the fierce resistance for several days still did not let them get rid of their final tragic destination.

But the good news is that the zombies here are not in crowds like on the street, and various corridors, walls, and doors separate them from each other, even if there is a gunshot, it will not cause a large number of zombies In the case of siege, this gives the long-range shooting of the pistol an advantage.

In this way, after nearly an hour of groping, the group finally came to a door.On the top of the door, there is a sign with a capital letter "P". Obviously, the opposite side of this door is the parking lot.

Leon and the others leaned over to the door, carefully pushed the door open, and a cool breeze blew in.

On the other side of the door is a spacious space.

Unexpectedly, the parking lot did not suffer any damage. Some police cars were parked quietly by the wall, and it didn't look too messy. Moreover, looking around, there were only a few wandering zombies in the far corner. , under this distance, they are not a threat to everyone.

This was the first place the group found to relax a little since they left the police station lobby.

Perhaps it was because of the long-term nervous tension, he suddenly relaxed, and with a "wow", Leon threw up while leaning against the corner of the wall.

Although he is a policeman, he has just graduated from the police academy. In addition, facing those zombies who would have become colleagues, he pulled the trigger again and again and smashed each other's heads. Under such mental pressure, he can still It is already very impressive to keep it without crashing.

After throwing up for a while, Leon finally regained his strength a little. He looked at Ziliang and the others... "You... don't seem to be very nervous."

He hesitated for a while and asked, to be honest, Ziliang and his group were not only not nervous, their skillful way of chopping up zombies could not be mastered in a day or two.

Ziliang patted off a few scraps of meat on the white coat: "It's nothing, we are all doctors, and we see corpses no less than you police, and this guy..." He pointed to Old Joey: "Every day In addition to chopping meat, he is still chopping meat, so he is naturally more adaptable to this situation than us."

Leon frowned and nodded. Although this sounded fine, it was... still very suspicious... Are doctors and butchers such cruel professions?The posture of these guys beheading their heads made Leon wonder if they were chopping their heads every now and then to practice their hands?
But at this time, no one was in the mood to delve into these matters anymore, Leon straightened up and smoothed his breath.

"Let's go, if we are lucky, we should be able to find a car that was not locked in time."

After speaking, he checked the remaining bullets and walked towards a police car beside him.

But at this moment...

A gust of wind blew by, and the shredded paper scattered on the ground made a slight rattling sound, which made the silent environment suddenly a little more inexplicably tense.

While the wind was blowing, a strange smell wafted over. It was a smell that I didn't usually have. There was a rancid smell in the thick smell of mutton, like some kind of undercooked meat.

"What does it smell like?"

Leon sniffed and looked around warily.

At this moment, Hannibal's keen sense of smell has caught the direction of the smell, and he quietly pointed to a corner of the parking lot.

Over there, there were several cars parked side by side... and the smell came from the shadow behind the cars.

(End of this chapter)