I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

[damage rate: 65%]

[Cultivating solution is detached...]

A 500-meter landing position, an "iron coffin" is inserted straight into the center of the rubble. About five minutes of silence, the faint current humming, the hatch of the dormant cabin slowly opened with the sound of air leaks.

"Cough, vomit!"

Suddenly swayed out of the dormant bin, his arms held a dangerous wall, and Jiang Chen retched a few times against the ground.

Just before the crash, I felt that the situation did not immediately enter the toilet, and the door was locked and the virtual reality sleeping cabin placed in the storage space was taken out. Although the correct usage of this gadget is to access the virtual reality network, according to the quality standards of the Pan-Asian cooperation, this gadget can be used as a temporary shelter. When the culture fluid fills the inside of the dorm chamber, its anti-fall effect is even stronger than the power armor.

When gps confirmed that the plane would land hard in the city, Jiang Chen placed a time bomb on the wall of the toilet and then lay in the dormant bin. Almost at the same time as the dormant start, the time bomb exploded the side wall of the aircraft, and the roll of air flow took the dormant bin out of the passenger plane.

However, Jiang Chen still did not expect that the "user experience" of this hard landing would be so uncomfortable. It seems that although the function of this dormant cabin has two kinds of slowdown and earthquake resistance, but it fell from the height of more than 100 meters, it is still somewhat reluctant.

Resting on the wall for a while, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and stood up straight, began to look at the surrounding environment.

A half-dumped building is not like being knocked down by an airplane, as if it were destroyed by a shell. Combined with the surrounding yellow line and the situation in Mindanao, it should be a hot spot for government forces to engage in guerrillas.

Not far from the flash of fire, from the broken fuselage, the passengers inside should not be able to live.

"So... then as long as you get in touch with the guerrillas, you should be able to leave the country. But only I am a survivor, a little trouble..." Sighed, Jiang Chen took the dormant bin into the storage space, crossing A rolled steel bar went to the street.

Do not know why. At this time the street is terrible.

From this unnatural silence, Jiang Chen immediately smelled an unusual taste.

"What happened? You can't even see an ambulance on the street."

Frown slightly, Jiang Chen took out the phone. Aisha’s number was dialed.

"The user you are calling is not in the service area, or has been shut down..."

Jiang Chen hung up the phone and blinked at the top left of the phone.

no signal?

Here, I have to have a common sense that most people will make mistakes. The ordinary mobile phones call the signal base stations and signal cables, if it is an international long distance. Then add a submarine cable. Only a dedicated satellite phone (such as the US Iridium phone) calls to pass the satellite.

If the phone does not work, there are only two possible reasons.

One is that the aircraft has crashed all the signal base station antennas, and the other is that the Philippines has actively shut down the signal base station in Cagayan.

The former is obviously unrealistic, so it may only be the latter.

"Turn off the communication base station? Why?" Put away the mobile phone, Jiang Chen frowned.

To say that because of the air crash, the phone can not understand, but the Philippine side directly shut down the communication base station, which is somewhat intriguing.

Blocking the news after the air crash, don't they want to save the disaster?

Still, what happened to them in Cagayan City that they had to hide.

Cannons from time to time in the distance. It can be seen that a war is erupting outside Cagayan. Under the support of the distant hustle and bustle, the silence on the street is very strange, just like this city is not a city, but a grave...

"Ah! Go away! shi.t!"

The screams screamed and broke the silence of the "cemetery."

The **** smell flutters along the horrible sound, and the sound of the fire seems to be an unclear figure.

Jiang Chen swallowed his mouth and reached into his pocket, and found the pistol from the storage space.

It is not because he feels that it can be used, but the metal texture of this pistol can give people a sense of security.

The man’s face is sluggish. The **** blood in the eyeball is clearly visible even under the illumination of the street lamp even if it is standing a dozen meters away.

Suddenly, a terrible thought came to the heart of Jiang Chen.

Is it? This stuff is...

This is impossible!

Despite this thought, Jiang Chen still subconsciously pulled out the pistol and aimed at the civilians who were walking towards him.

"stop"

Nothing happens, I heard the voice of Jiang Chen, and the civilians with blood on their face accelerated their steps and exposed the blood-stained teeth.

There is no need to doubt. Only the deceased will not fear the weapons...

boom!

The gunshots broke through the silence of the street.

With the blood hole in front of the forehead, the dead zombies fell to the ground.

"What did you do? Grass." He slammed down the muzzle. Jiang Chen went to the side of the zombie and took out the dagger and cut its back neck.

Unlike the zombies on the end of the world, no traces of x1 bacteria were found behind the zombies' brains, and no crystals of rice size were found. It seems that the zombie infection here is due to a completely different pathogenesis.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen was relieved.

"hungry……"

The low humming sound came from both ends of the street. Jiang Chen looked up and saw the zombies not knowing when they had been surrounded. In the house next to the street, a horrible face was affixed to the glass window to smear the blood.

"Is it because of the gunshots?" Jiang Chen glanced at the pistol, and said to himself, "Forget it, or temporarily evacuate."

After that, he put away his weapons and started to cross...

The cold wind blew through and rolled up a few leaf bags.

Keeping his left hand flat, Jiang Chen’s eyebrows jumped.

Didn't start successfully?

what's the situation! ?

The windows of the apartment building were broken and the **** people fell on the street together with the glass fragments. At the height of the third floor, normal people should be disfigured, but this person, like a okay person, crawled up from the ground and pointed the bloodthirsty pupil to the only living thing on the street. .

The hair was upright, Jiang Chen gave up repeated attempts to start the crossing, and immediately pulled out the Ripper rifle from the storage space.

The zombies fell from the upstairs like dumplings and came together with the zombies on both sides of the street.

The muzzle of the muzzle was fired, and the bullets shattered the nearest zombies.

Holding the buttstock under his arm, Jiang Chen held the rifle with one hand, and the other hand took the laser sword and slammed it into a zombie, and smashed the ugly face into two halves.

"Grass! Is it wrong? This is not the end of the world!"

A kick flew to his zombie, Jiang Chen bite the pattern of changing the lightsaber, and pulled out a rotating blade of flying. At the same time, he threw the lightsaber's grip back into the storage space, and instantly pulled out a new magazine and quickly replaced the empty one.

The flesh and blood flew with the bullets, and a **** road was killed from the zombie. Jiang Chen rushed to the tallest apartment building nearby with a rifle.

Running along the way, he touched a pickup truck with one hand and took it into the storage space. He ran into the unit building and turned around and smashed a few chased zombies. The left hand waved the pickup across the entrance of the unit building.

It seems that the storage space can still be used!

The zombies swarmed in, and the pickup truck was pressed to the door. The huge thrust, even the metal casing, was overwhelmed. No matter how crowded they are, it is impossible to squeeze the door by squeeze.

Panting, Jiang Chen leaned on the entrance of the unit building and dropped the rifle in his hand.

After a short break, he grinned at the zombies outside the entrance to the unit and raised his left hand.

Looking at the clear and full of energy, Jiang Chen's brows are locked.

Confusion is in my heart.

Why can't I use it? (To be continued.)

Ps: (Why do some people think that the world will become the end of the world, this kind of worry is completely redundant =. =) sf0916