Chapter 362 The Culture Room

At the farm base.

It was almost half past seven in the evening and it was completely dark.

Harry was lying on a deck chair on the balcony. He smoked as he looked at the Qingyi River next to the farm.

"It is rich in water resources, and the riverbed is deep enough. I think we can make a ship or submarine. It should be very convenient to transport materials in this way!"

In the doomsday, there were too many corpse tides on the road. Even the chariots of Harry's team would be slowed down.

The number of avenger helicopters was limited. The large-scale transportation of materials required several times back and forth, which was very troublesome.

Perhaps the waterway was a good idea. The ship had a strong bearing capacity, and there was no corpse tide blocking the water. At least until now, Harry had never seen zombies come out of the water.

In this way, they wouldn't have to worry about transportation.

While Harry was thinking, he suddenly heard the voice of heaven and earth.