15 Chapter 15 

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　　"..."

　　At this moment, in and out of the play, the character audience, their reactions are synchronized.

　　Tong Zhao kicked the zombie who fell on the ground with the toe of his shoe. After confirming that it had rested, he squatted down and reached for its waist...

　　"Yan Qi, what are you doing?"

　　Tang Jingjie was horrified by her behavior, covering her mouth and stopping her and vomiting at the same time.

　　The audience also wanted to know what she was doing.

　　No matter how much Chen Guifei likes men, she won't be able to attack the zombies!

　　"what?"

　　Tong Zhao took out a bunch of keys from the zombie's trouser pocket: "I just looked at it. The fuel dispenser here is locked and has to be opened with a key. There may also be supplies we need in the convenience store. There is nothing wrong with taking the key."

　　"...Oh, you think so carefully."

　　With that said, Tong Zhao went to the convenience store.

　　Tang Jingjie's legs were still weak, and he could only stand in place and stare at the zombie in embarrassment.

　　Obviously it is a horror movie, but this scene is inexplicably happy.

　　After confirming that there was no danger in the car, Feng Sisi cautiously got off the car slowly, walked gently to Tang Jingjie's side, and pulled his sleeves: "Brother Kaiyu, are you okay?"

　　In the plot setting, Song Kaiyu and Feng Yanqi are a pair.

　　One teaches Chinese and the other teaches physical education.

　　"Countdown to 72 Hours" is the story of a couple fleeing with their pet sister.

　　Due to the review, the background is set in an overhead foreign country, which is a bit different from the domestic one.

　　[...No, what can the hero do? As soon as the zombie appeared, the heroine got a headshot. ]

　　[Zombie: I have something]

　　[Indeed, the zombies are really miserable, loving and loving]

　　[Lover +1]

　　An army of compassion and love was on the barrage.

　　"I'm fine, Yan Qi she protected me."

　　Song Kaiyu looked in the direction of the convenience store, just as Tong Zhao came back with a large bag and a small bag. His face was so beautiful that it was not inhumane. In a daze, she was not born with a zombie head just exploded, but she went to a brand-name store to happily go back to shopping. In response to the eyes of the two, she raised her eyebrows: "I have money left."

　　If a wave of zombies really broke out, the banknotes would become waste paper.

　　But Tong Zhao's behavior in line with common sense comforted the two of them a bit.

　　The director gave a shot of the convenience store at the right time.

　　Sure enough, several banknotes were pressed on the cash register.

　　Tong Zhao stuffed the purchased materials into the car and stuffed it full. After filling up the car, he drove two large barrels of oil along. After finishing everything, he looked back at the two dumb people beside the zombies: "...Why, the first time I saw a zombie, I didn't want it? Do you want to take a photo before leaving?"

　　[...Hahahahaha, a group photo is okay! ]

　　[I took a screenshot, my mother gave Jie Zai a photo dream/heart]

　　[A batch of Tong Zhao 6, she is really strong in her own self, fortunately, Emperor Ming is pampered, otherwise I suspect that she is going to have someone else's headshot in the harem]

　　[The imperial concubine empress herself! ]

　　A word awakened the two Tie Hanhan, they hurried into the car.

　　Tong Zhao sat in the passenger seat, opened the window to ventilate, and at the same time took out a pack of soft China. The lighter turned a flower in her hand, slapped the cigarette and lit the cigarette with a knife-like visual effect. After taking a deep breath, I felt that the Three Souls and Six Souls had returned.

　　Among the many people, there are not many people who are addicted to cigarettes. Duan Song is one of them.

　　After all, the mental pressure to survive the doomsday is too great.

　　Just as Song Kaiyu's car drove into the tunnel, the surroundings were darkened, only a cluster of fire fluttering between Tong Zhao's fingers, and the light and shadow pulled her snow-white face out of the beauty of an oil painting. The beauty was so beautiful that the audience held their breath and recognized this monster again. The appearance of the newcomer is against the sky.

　　just...

　　[Brother, come a Huazi.jpg]

　　[Big Brother Pumping China.gif]

　　[Damn it, the member's screenshot privilege won! ]

　　This scene is really beautiful. A million fans posted a Weibo to share the beauty of the prosperous age.

　　@爱看剧的碗勃兔v:

　　Give Brother Tong Zhao a Huazi/Doghead

　　[GIF]

　　Beauty is a hard currency, and the crew bought some naval forces along the way. This animated picture was hung on the tail of the hot search, aroused some small splashes, and attracted more netizens to spend money to purchase the qualifications for live streaming.

　　Let's talk back to the compartment.

　　Feng Sisi, who was sitting in the back seat, looked worried. Song Kaiyu, who was in charge of driving, was also pale after seeing the miserable conditions along the way. Only Tong Zhao kept looking out the window after smoking a cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking. The street was quiet, with the remnants of being divided and eaten, and the blood filled the street. After Song Kaiyu obtained Tong Zhao's consent, he closed all the windows of the car.

　　"I have to spit it out again to smell that smell." Song Kaiyu smiled bitterly.

　　The three went back together and found that the family's apartment had become a paradise for zombies.

　　Tong Zhao quietly observed outside the apartment for a while, and then judged: "If water is the number one source of pollution, parents and others will not be able to escape in the first wave. With our current force, we just broke in with three more cannon fodder. The most urgent thing is to look for the antidote that the guy said. If parents are still alive, as long as they stay behind closed doors, the food at home will be enough to last three days."

　　The audience from God's perspective felt that Tong Zhao made a lot of sense.

　　[It seems that the director is right, Tong Zhao is quite smart. ]

　　[Gong Dou laughs until the final winner cannot be an idiot, the emperor is much scarier than the zombie. ]

　　[It's strange, Tong Zhao's "self" seems to have no intention of relying on the male protagonist at all. By the way, is Tang Jingjie acting a little soy sauce...]

　　Just as Sister Sugar explained in a hurry, the other person was also anxious.

　　Feng Sisi's eyes were flushed like rabbits, and she shook her head with tears: "I don't worry if I can't see my mother. Sister, can you try it? How can you say that your mother is gone without trying, how can you leave her behind? "

　　Xu Zhu has depended on her mother since she was a child, and subconsciously cares about her most.

　　Tong Zhao also cares.

　　It's just that at any time, Duan Ge will make the most sensible and profit-maximizing decision, allowing the entire surviving group to go further. At this moment, she is no exception to the role model. She said: "If she finds the antidote, she will come back to confirm the safety of her mother. If she escaped the first wave of the virus by chance, she should also need the antidote just like us."

　　Clearly organized, the viewer's mood can't help but settle down.

　　The audience in God's perspective is demanding on the role.

　　I hope that they will not be chaotic and make the most correct decision with limited information.

　　Feng Sisi looked at Tong Zhao in disbelief, but did not refute, she whispered: "Then shall we leave now?"

　　"Ok."

　　Tong Zhao raised his chin toward Song Kaiyu: "Find out the location of the research institute first, and then go to the nearby gun store."

　　Feng Sisi shrank when he heard the gun store.

　　Song Kaiyu did not question her decision, but asked while driving, "Yan Qi, do you have a gun license? Why don't I know?"

　　"I don't have it. When the time comes, I will get the head to be practiced, so I just don't open it to the living."

　　Tong Zhao said.

　　While the Internet was still available, Song Kaiyu downloaded a map of the entire city and drove to the nearest gun store. The shop was wide open, and it was deadly silent. Feng Sisi refused to get out of the car. Tong Zhao didn't force her, and didn't even ask Song Kaiyu to be with him. It seemed like she was going to act alone.

　　Song Kaiyu hesitated, but followed her.

　　"Call our cell phone if something happens." Before leaving, he reminded Feng Sisi who was in the car.

　　"Can't you leave someone with me?" she said, feeling aggrieved by being left behind.

　　How can this be?

　　It was already dangerous for Tong Zhao to get out of the car alone. Song Kaiyu was about to refuse, but Tong Zhao first said:

　　"Yes, whatever you want."

　　Tong Zhao put his hands in his trouser pockets, his face didn't matter.

　　With that, she turned around and walked into the gun store. Song Kaiyu gritted his teeth, showing a look of forbearing fear, and followed in.

　　A dazzling array of guns hung across the entire wall, and the two moved lightly one after the other, but Song Kaiyu found that no matter how careful he was, he couldn't walk without making any noise like Tong Zhao.

　　After walking around in the store, I didn't find any living people or zombies, so I searched for weapons that could be used with confidence: "Don't chew too much, have you ever played PUBG? Take the simple and easy-to-use... let go of your hand. Sniper, I don't want to see you holding the sniper and sticking to the zombies."

　　Song Kaiyu awkwardly put down the sniper he liked very much.

　　Tong Zhao touched a SCAR, thoughtfully: "I don't know why, I always feel very intimate when I touch these guns. I feel that I can use it when I get it."

　　Song Kaiyu: "Ah? Why?"

　　Tong Zhao: "Maybe because I am a physical education teacher."

　　Song Kaiyu didn't understand the logic inside, but he took advantage of the gentle atmosphere to thank his girlfriend: "Thank you for saving me at the gas station just now, otherwise I should be dead."

　　"No thanks, just don't take up my PE class hours in the future."

　　"..."

　　Row.

　　When Tong Zhao was loading bullets, a door was gently opened, and Song Kaiyu warily took the gun and aimed at the sound source.

　　In the gloomy gun shop, his silhouette is sharp, and the male protagonist who is smashing the bullets has a face instantly.

　　However, when he was handsome for only three seconds, the gun in Song Kaiyu's hand sank. It was Tong Zhao who held the gun body and pressed the muzzle down: "You haven't loaded the bullet yet, don't aim, that's a living person. Are you a clerk? The door was locked just now. We are not malicious, can we communicate?"

　　Coming out of the storage room was a small round face with glasses.

　　The three negotiated at a safe distance--

　　Said it was a negotiation, but it was actually Tong Zhao's unilateral cross-examination.

　　The small round face is called Anna. She claims to be a messenger who escaped from the research institute. She wanted to run away because she learned about the dangers of drug research when she went to work and fished for fish. Because she usually only drinks mineral water and stocks it at home. Evian, who was carrying boxes, thought that she would be fine without touching the water. After seeing the video posted by the doctor, she collapsed in her cousin's shop.

　　She was hiding in the storage room just now, and only when she saw a young woman walking with the man, she dared to appear.

　　"The city is out of order, the zombies are dangerous, and the living people are not safe," Anna said: "You want to find the antidote? It's impossible. Study all the closed security systems and laser walkways. In short, The doctor is right, we can't escape very far..."

　　As she said, Anna sobbed quietly.

　　"Since you are working in the institute, you should be very clear about the internal structure, and then show me the way."

　　As Tong Zhao said, he touched her head naturally: "Everything has me."

　　"Miss Feng..."

　　Anna looked at the slender and tall oriental woman moved.

　　Tong Zhao: "If it's a big deal, you will die."

　　Moved like a rustle, ashes vanished.