Chapter 11 Who is where

All parking lots have relatively eye-catching signs, and this room is of course no exception. It is very convenient that cars that want to come in will not be able to surround the yard for a while, and they toss and turn. This is a large parking lot, which not only covers a large area, but also has three floors of ground and one floor underground. More than a dozen in and out passages in front of the door show the busyness here once.

Of course there are no vehicles entering and leaving the huge parking lot now, so Ye Zhiqiu was very at ease to park the air-opening pickup truck at the entrance, without having to worry about someone honking the horn behind. Without the front window glass, there may be various inconveniences, but at least the sight is very good.

Ye Zhiqiu reached out and pulled out a piece of broken glass from the gap in the front window frame, threw it out casually. The broken glass rotated and drew an arc, falling into the lush grass on the road in front of the car and disappeared. He frowned and asked, "How could it be destroyed like this?"

"Are you still expecting to play music for you?" Angela said: "A large-scale fire broke out here, and anti-tank missiles were used, so it was destroyed so severely."

"It sounds like the firepower here is very strong." Ye Zhiqiu praised: "Is there a lot of value here for competing?"

"This is the largest parking lot in the suburbs." Angela paused and said, "Can you fight for it without value?"

Ye Zhiqiu was still wondering why he wanted to grab a parking lot, even the biggest one. After hearing Angela's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, frowned and asked, "What's there to grab if there is no value?

"Because someone wants it, you must grab it. Because it has no value, it doesn't hurt if it is broken." Angela explained.

"Hmm?" Claire was confused and interrupted, "What does it mean?"

"That is to say, everyone can show their strength here before they can divide the territory." Ye Zhiqiu explained to her.

"That's right." Angela snapped her fingers: "I can't tell you have the potential to be a gangster."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at her and did not express her opinions on this matter. She didn't know that many times the negotiations between countries were also done in this way. Even if you have the ability to razed the other party's capital to the ground, you can't really do this. However, to make the other party believe that he has the ability and determination, you have to find another suitable goal. Usually, the army does this job. Modern politics has determined that everyone can't let go of his hands and fight, so they can only do it in a similar way. Ye Zhiqiu can be said to be familiar with this job, of course, it's clear at a glance, so he just asked: "How is the firepower here?"

"It's negligible," Angela said, "as long as you don't mess with someone."

"Who?" Ye Zhiqiu put his hand on the clutch and looked back at her: "I hope there is a label on their faces."

"I'm sorry, they don't have any on their faces." Angela said, then patted the back of the seat behind Claire: "Get your gun ready." Her own pistol was thrown away. In fact, when they were chasing on the road, they threw away all their automatic weapons, and the only thing left was the m249 in the back compartment. The thing was heavy enough that it was stuck on the baffle of the compartment.

Ye Zhiqiu had no time to check why the machine gun could not be fired, so Angela took it for granted that it was broken, so she reminded Claire to prepare the weapon.

Hearing her words, Claire was stunned, and then he remembered that his gun was lost. Speaking of this loss, it was definitely very heavy. This was not how fierce the battle was at that time. Except for the g36 that Ye Zhiqiu snatched, he voluntarily gave up, the other guns were thrown away while Ye Zhiqiu drove away. It can be seen how strong Ye Zhiqiu's combat power is, both for the enemy and for his own people, it can be called a disaster.

So after hearing Angela's reminder, Claire didn't even take a second to scream: "My gun is lost."

"shit." Angela cursed, then she realized that there was an echo. She turned her head and found that Rosemond beside her also showed the same expression as her. It turned out that the two of them had become heroes this time and what they saw were the same.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Claire, reached out and pulled out the pistol under his armpit and handed it to her. Claire took it naturally. Angela coughed, looked at Rosemond with a surprised look, and protested, "Why don't you give it to me?"

"You are a wounded." Ye Zhiqiu said for granted, starting with the quit. Rosemond couldn't help but say, "But I still have me."

"You are a man." Ye Zhiqiu said: "You don't need a gun to come from the security."

"But I can protect them." Rosemond stood up with his bloody chest: "Will she shoot?"

"I think it's more reliable to let her protect you." Ye Zhiqiu said impatiently: "I didn't see your courage when I was in the car last night."

"My courage also needs rest." Rosemond was stunned for a moment. Thinking about his performance last night, he realized that Claire did dare to shoot back. In comparison, he was the only one who had been hiding under his seat and trembling, and the sound in his mouth naturally became smaller.

No one paid attention to him anymore. Ye Zhiqiu drove his car into the parking lot gate, chose an open passage and drove in. While looking at the shadow of the building in the sun, he asked, "There are no zombies here?"

"I have had it, but they were all driven away." Angela said: "When the battle was fierce, those who ran slowly died." She was worried that Ye Zhiqiu gave Claire but did not give her a pistol. It was obvious that this was a question of trust. Ye Zhiqiu trusted Claire more, which made her feel embarrassed.

"No one came back?" Ye Zhiqiu felt very strange. This situation is rare.

Angel stretched out his hand and compared it: "Los Angeles is very big. The side near the sea is in the hands of humans, while zombies are concentrated on the other side. If there are large zombies who want to come here, they need to go through a long human-controlled area. At least until now, they have not succeeded."

"It seems that the humans here are not at a disadvantage in the confrontation." Claire was surprised.

"Maybe it can be said that the zombies here are not united enough relative to the number," Angela said.

Claire blinked and didn't say anything, but Ye Zhiqiu felt that something was wrong. Even if the zombies did not know how to jump into the frog tactics, they could not be so honest. Both Anchorage and Las Vegas, there have been zombies that hit the human defense line without any consequences. Ye Zhiqiu has caught up with it four times himself. Even if his luck is very bad, it is unreasonable to let a group of mobs drive the zombies away from such a large building, so he intuitively believes that there is something strange about this matter.

Of course there were no lights in the parking lot. Ye Zhiqiu turned on the headlights and drove the car directly into the garage on the ground floor. Angela said that there were many wanderers here. Ye Zhiqiu guessed that they would not stay in the dark, so this was a good way to avoid the crowd.

Of course Angela knew what he wanted to do, and laughed: "Do you think others can't think of it?" Claire slapped his nose and asked: "What does it smell?"

"You won't want to know." Ye Zhiqiu was very familiar with the smell. Angela looked puzzled: "Have you smelled it before?"

"Zombies in Las Vegas are much more diligent than those here." Ye Zhiqiu replied for her. This is the smell of corpses. Once this smell appears, it is difficult to eliminate. It should have been a long time since the concentration of the smell here. Zombies usually take the initiative to clean up the corpses as food. In addition, they have the habit of storing food, so there are usually no corpses in the places where zombies are present. This is also a way to measure whether there are zombies in a place. Obviously, Angela is right, there are no zombies here that act as temporary cleaners.

Claire immediately realized what he meant, hurriedly covered his nose with his hands and said in a muffled voice: "God, it's so disgusting."

Angela chuckled: "I would rather smell this than zombies."

"I hope the original bacteria will not exceed the standard at this time." Ye Zhiqiu ignored their feelings, slowly stopped the car, looked at the messy parking lot and said, "You stay here." He pointed to Rosemond: "You get out of the car with me."

"Me?" Rosemond looked at the darkness outside the car and hesitated: "I can stay."

Ye Zhiqiu had no time to build his mind, so he opened the car door and stuck his neck and pulled him out. Rosemond didn't expect to be treated so rudely. He fell to the ground without any warning, and then coughed violently. The sound echoed in the dark garage, looking extremely desolate.

Ye Zhiqiu ignored him and kicked the trunk of a car beside him, and the lid immediately bounced up. I don’t know how long the car had been parked, but the alarm didn’t sound.

With the light of the pickup truck, Ye Zhiqiu looked in, reached out to take out a pitch-black plastic bucket, then turned to the front of the car, kicked the front cover, reached out to pull out a hose. He hooked Rosemond and handed him these two things: "Can you pump oil?"

Rosemond looked surprised: "That would swallow the oil into his stomach."

"Very good." Ye Zhiqiu said, "You know how to say that." He pulled out his saber and handed it to him: "Do it, I'll go find out if there is a good car that can be used."

Faced with such a direct and powerful leader, poor Rosemon had no chance to refuse, so he could only take the saber honestly. Obviously, Ye Zhiqiu's saber was a little heavier than he had ever seen. Rosemond, who was in a daze, couldn't catch it, and the saber was almost inserted into his feet.

In fact, he has really done the job of pumping oil, otherwise he would not know the negative effects. Basically, the principle of this work is to use his mouth to suck the air in the hose to create negative pressure and let the oil in the car's fuel tank flow out. However, unless he mastered it very well, it is basically certain to suck the oil in his mouth. Rosemond unfortunately drank it, so he still remembers it fresh.

He picked up the saber, carried the oil barrel to the left of the car, and was surprised to find that the fuel tank door was actually open. He leaned over and smelled it, and there was no oil at all. Obviously, the gasoline in the car had already been taken over. Rosemond's heart flashed with a hint of joy, and then immediately realized that there was nothing to be happy about. The car's exhaustion did not mean that he didn't have to do this work anymore. He had to go further to find the next car. Looking at the dark surroundings, he immediately felt his legs were a little weak.

Although I really wanted to look back, but after thinking about the fact that there were two beauties sitting in the car watching him, Rosemond gritted his teeth, hoping that Angela was right. There were no zombies here, and although there were no guns, Ye Zhiqiu's super long saber made him feel a little safe.

There was a problem with the direction of the next car, so he arrived at the front of the car first. With the light of the p150 headlight, he found something on the front seat of the car, so he leaned over. The window was covered with dust. He wiped his hand and put his face up. Because of the support of his hands, the car moved, and the things on the seat suddenly fell to the window. A shriveled face was pressed against the glass in front of Rosemond, which scared him to scream, throw away the things in his hand and jumped backwards. If there was a sport of long jumping on his back, his results would probably break the world record.

The screams and the sound of objects falling to the ground echoed in the parking lot. Ye Zhiqiu appeared quickly next to Rosemond. It was not because he was moving very quickly. Before he could walk away, he had already taken out the tactical flashlight on his body and shone it in front of Rosemond, whispering: "What's going on."

"It's okay, it's okay." Rosemond has not seen dead people. The weather in Nevada is hot, and many corpses will quickly dehydrate and turn into mummies, but people are scary. He was already scared because of the darkness. Suddenly, he gave a veneer with a mummy only through a layer of glass. It was beyond his psychological endurance, so he lost his composure. Now that he adjusted his mentality, he calmed down. He gasped and said, "It's nothing, there is a dead person in the car."
Chapter completed!