Chapter 27: Stay alert

Ye Zhiqiu looked around carefully and did not find a trap. Then he came to the corpse. This was his own bad habit. Whenever he saw an abandoned soldier's corpse, the first thing he thought of was thunder. It was because he felt that he was too sorry for the identity of the corpse if he didn't do this.

The stench of the rotten corpse made it difficult for him to breathe, but what was even more annoying was the flies of the big and small who thought he was going to snatch food from them. They were flying around uneasy and kept hitting his face. Whenever he thought of where they were just staying, Ye Zhiqiu felt sincerely disgusted. What was unlucky was that he did not have a reliable way to drive out the flies.

The body was lying on the ground on his side, so Ye Zhiqiu easily pulled out a Bereta 92f pistol from the gun bag on his legs. This kind of gun is very common in American soldiers. On the contrary, the Glock he always liked has fewer equipment. Although the US soldiers have a lot of opinions on the m9, the top U.S. military officials obviously have different opinions.

He took it in his hand and looked at it, and inserted the pistol into the gun bag on his leg. The size of the m9 was larger than Glock, so the gun bag was not very suitable, but he really didn't want to untie the gun bag on the body.

Then when he wanted to take down the d80 saber on the calves' calf, he encountered some trouble. He wanted to take the knife down with the scabbard, but it was tied too tightly. He used a little force, and the whole leg rolled down from the torso. The rotten internal organs rolled out of his stomach with maggots. The stench suddenly increased. Even Ye Zhiqiu had to stand up subconsciously and avoid the edge.

He took a breath and gave up the idea of ​​checking the scars of the corpse. The environment here was too harsh and the corpse had been highly corroded. He was not a professional forensic doctor and it was difficult to see anything useful. Staying here was simply looking for abuse. So he flipped the corpse, took out the magazines, grenades, first aid kits and other things, stuffed them into his pocket, and then grabbed the rifle on the ground and escaped from the stairwell.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the flashlight shook at him in the distance. Ye Zhiqiu could now judge that there were no zombies in the building, because if there were, it would be impossible for the corpse to nourish the flies. But compared to the zombies, he was more worried that there would be other people in the building, which would be more dangerous, so he did not call out.

When Angela, who had been poking the door locks, turned her head to look at him in a disgusting voice and complained, "Can you not walk around here?"

Ye Zhiqiu spread his hands. Obviously, Angela cannot unlock the lock, but it is a fool to argue with a woman in a bad mood. Although Ye Zhiqiu lacks experience in this regard, it does not mean that he is completely ignorant, so he consciously stood aside with a gun in his arms. Because he was standing in the dark, Rosemond did not see the rifle in his hand. Instead, Clairedo, who had been wiping Angela's flashlight, looked at him, and then she whispered to Angela: "Do you want to take a break?"

Angela wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, she felt that her mentality was not very stable. This was definitely not suitable for lock-opening. So she nodded to Claire, turned around and leaned against the wall, and whispered: "Maybe we should change the door."

Ye Zhiqiu licked her lips and wanted to propose violence again, but Claire spoke first. She took the tool kit from Angela's hand and stuffed the flashlight into her: "I'll try it."

"Can you?" Angela asked in confusion. Although Claire had been standing by her side just now, Angela did not dictate any requirements or experience. If this could be learned without a teacher, then Claire would be too smart.

Claire squatted in front of the door, followed Angela's appearance just now and reached into the keyhole with two steel pieces, and replied: "I saw you doing it for so long just now, and I saw a little trick."

Rosemond, who was still full of hope just now, was immediately discouraged. Even Angela felt that Claire's starting point was too low. After all, as a role model, she did not succeed. Ye Zhiqiu whispered: "At least she can try it."

Angela snorted, turned to look at him, and saw the m16 rifle he was holding in his hand at first sight. She was shocked and shouted, "Where did it come from?"

"Picked up in the corridor." Ye Zhiqiu replied simply, not wanting them to provoke those flies.

Rosemond saw the rifle in his arms, and hurriedly walked around Claire and came over. Ye Zhiqiu took out the bullets of the rifle with tactfulness, closed the insurance, and handed the gun to them to watch. After more than a day of bare hands, he once again had a weapon to make everyone happy. Only Claire still focused on her door lock. Fortunately, this life relies more on the touch and hearing in his hands, and vision is not important, so she doesn't care that Angela cares about the rifle and no longer provides her with light source.

Ye Zhiqiu turned on his flashlight and stood beside Claire to illuminate her. Now he had a backup power supply, and he didn't have to worry about running out of power as he did just now. However, the appearance of a fully armed soldier here made him feel bad. He could only hope that this was the soldier's solo action. As if feeling his conflicting mood, Claire turned his head slightly and smiled at him. Ye Zhiqiu said softly: "I think there are no zombies in this building."

"What did you find?" Claire asked in his hands.

Ye Zhiqiu turned his head to look at the two cheerful people around him and whispered: "A corpse is almost liquefied." It is obvious that the experience along the way made him feel that Claire is the real person to be negotiated. Although Angela is older, Claire's talent is obviously better in terms of rigorous thinking.

"It seems you have gained a lot?" Claire glanced at him. She had noticed the rifle in her hands, and recognized that it was an m16. She had never seen such a gun in Vegas at the beginning. "So there are no zombies in the building." She asked.

"I don't know if this is worthy of happiness." Ye Zhiqiu said: "I found footprints of people on it." He compared it: "It's not the way zombies walk, but I can't be sure if it was left before the disaster."

Claire looked at him with a strange expression. Ye Zhiqiu saw that she didn't say anything, thinking that she had noticed something abnormal, and immediately became alert. However, before he could pull out his gun to alert him, Claire's hand suddenly moved, and then the door lock made a sound, and she pushed a gap open by her.

This result surprised Ye Zhiqiu. He never thought that Claire would succeed. After all, Angela, who seemed more professional, could not open the lock. Ye Zhiqiu was already considering convincing them to let him open the door.

Claire was also a little surprised by her success. She gently pushed the door with her hand, and the crack of the door widened a little, and made a low moan, which made her finally confirm her achievements and reminded others of their attention.

The first person to react was still Ye Zhiqiu. He pulled out his pistol and signaled Claire to retreat and stood in front of the door. If it was to deal with zombies, it would be easier to saber, but if there was a living person holding a gun in the room, it would be more at ease to have a pistol in his hand.

The two people next to them saw their movements clearly, and Rosemond exclaimed: "She succeeded."

Ye Zhiqiu turned his body, held a gun in one hand, and held the flashlight back in the other hand, lifted his feet and stepped on the door. Taking advantage of the moment the door was swinging open, he quickly squeezed into the door. Claire held the Glock pistol and leaned nervously against the wall behind the door. He watched Ye Zhiqiu flash into the door and immediately stood in front of the door. Beside her, Angela and Rosemond grabbed the m 16 rifle at the same time, and fought each other, and neither succeeded. Angela said angrily: "Let go." Rosemond was guilty and snatched the rifle away by Angela.

Ye Zhiqiu opened the door quickly and hit the wall behind the door, making a loud noise, which scared everyone. Claire's hands shaking, almost fired, while Angela quickly stuck the flashlight in her hand on the rifle and raised the gun to be on guard. Claire had not undergone special training. If it were Angela, she should follow Ye Zhiqiu now and help Ye Zhiqiu alert other directions in the room, instead of standing in front of the door and pointing the gun at Ye Zhiqiu's back. The most important thing is that Angela was standing and she couldn't enter the door. Fortunately, Claire has a good figure and Angela has enough space to ensure that the bullets fly into the room, rather than digging holes in Claire's body.

The door that was swinging slowly closed, Ye Zhiqiu's attention was still focused on the room and did not distract himself to block it. Claire hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, stretched out his left hand to support the door, and with a thud, something fell from behind the door. Ye Zhiqiu immediately turned around, and the flashlight under the muzzle shone behind the half-open door, and then he saw several clothes hanging on the wall there. The sound just now was made when one of the clothes fell to the ground.

This episode made several people relax a little. Ye Zhiqiu moved his footsteps around the room and finally made a safe judgment. Then three other men entered one after another, and Rosemond, who came in, carried their backpacks.

Angela closed the door carefully, and after confirming that the door lock was intact, she asked strangely: "How did you open the door?"

“That only takes a little luck,” Claire said, “God is with us.”

"To be honest," Angela said: "I know I am not a devout believer, but I have never seen God until now."

"It's a dangerous idea," Rosemond said. "You need to meet the priest."

"I haven't seen a priest who survived." Angela said. Claire returned Angela's lock-opening tool and said, "I haven't seen it either."

"It seems that God does not favor his believers very much." Ye Zhiqiu walked to the only window in the room and looked out. There was a guardrail installed outside the window, which looked very solid, but this did not guarantee absolute safety. The explosive power of zombies was several times higher than that of normal people. If there were zombies who wanted to remove these railings, they would likely succeed.

Through the window, Ye Zhiqiu could see the bank building opposite the street, but the angle was a bit off. I believe that if someone observed it in that building, it would be inconvenient. He turned around and whispered: "You can come and see what you need separately. The sun is about to set. We can't light the room at night, which is too dangerous."

His words were right, so the other three men took action immediately. Ye Zhiqiu handed his flashlight to Angela, sat on the sofa, took out the things that came from the soldier, and sorted them out. Claire walked to the bookshelf next to the wall to study the former owner's literary hobbies.

Rosemond's goal was clear, and he headed straight to the kitchen, where there might be some food that was not spoiled. Angela thought for a moment, put the rifle on the door, and followed him in.

There was nothing special about the soldier's equipment, and nothing could be proved except that he was a US Army soldier. Ye Zhiqiu picked up the casually ripped soldier card and looked at it, threw it on the table, and then his eyes fell on the soldier's armband. The pattern on the armband was very fancy, but it was still quite familiar to Ye Zhiqiu. It was the symbol of the 75th Ranger. In fact, Ye Zhiqiu had had some dealings with the US 160th Special Aviation Regiment, Green Basket

The most impressive thing was that the Americans were hunted down by 160 in the Middle East. The helicopter technology of those Americans was superb. Even a guy like Ye Zhiqiu who had never been very convincing could not help but admire him. Although he finally escaped unscrupulously, Ye Zhiqiu knew that it was just because both sides had many concerns. If they really opened fire without any scruples, his squad would probably be destroyed. Although the infantry had almost no room for fighting back in front of Wu Zhen, this inference was still dismayed.

So he never underestimated the active special forces of the US military. Now a soldier of the 75th Regiment, who was as famous as the 160th Regiment, died in this small building, really surprised him. It would be great if he could see the cause of the man's death, Ye Zhiqiu thought. Because the body was seriously rotten, he also went to remove the bulletproof vest on the man. Otherwise, he could see if he was shot and died. If that were the case, he could breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how good his skills were, he might be hit by a stray bullet shot from a rookie.

While he was ecstatic, he heard Angela scream softly, and he immediately raised his head, and saw Claire walking quickly towards the kitchen, and then heard Angela say again: "There is no water stop here."

After a while, Rosemond walked out with two bottles of beer and asked, "Do you want it?"

Ye Zhiqiu reached out to take it, but did not drink it, but asked, "Have you found anything?"

"There are some drinks, but no food." Angela and Claire walked out, and Claire was holding a can of Coca-Cola in his hand: "I guess the owner of the house left after the disaster, so he took all the food, but did not take these hard-packed drinks."

"At least we have a place to spend the night," Angela said. "Of course I'm hungry."

"Maybe you don't have to be so hungry." Ye Zhiqiu threw a paper bag to him, which was taken from the corpse. He knew that it was the famous ration of the US military, that is, large pieces of chocolate. The US military's food was packaged independently and there was no need to worry about pollution. However, it was probably not too good to have a scent on the corpse for too long, but it was obvious that the soldier did not intend to leave the logistics too far, so he only had such a spare piece of military ration on his body. It is said that in order to prevent the soldiers from stealing chocolate, the Americans made this thing very unpalatable.

Sure enough, Angela was skeptical of the strong smell on the packaging of this thing. She smelled it in confusion and asked, "It smells so smelly, what is this?"

"Don't you know if you disassemble it?" Ye Zhiqiu stood up and said to them: "Don't have too much hope for the taste."

"Where are you going?" Claire asked. Although she was hungry, she could easily guess what the odor Angela smelled was. She couldn't bear it. She wouldn't eat anything she touched from the rotten corpse.

"Go upstairs to take a look." Ye Zhiqiu put the beer in his hand on the table, checked his equipment, picked up an m67 grenade and stuffed it into his pocket, and said to them: "Don't let people outside find light."

Claire immediately said, "I'll go with you."

"No." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "I'm just looking." He walked to the door, opened the door, and said to them: "Lock the door, I will call you when I come back. If you don't speak, don't open the door." He looked at Angela: "Keep your guard."
Chapter completed!