infinite danger

Chapter 137 Freshmen

The soldiers completed the task of cleaning up the outdoor zombies on the helicopter.

At the same time, the second team also received an order to investigate the risk factors, and loaded the container into a truck, ready to be transported to the airport.

Ji Siwei looked at the airport, and briefly issued an order: "Helicopters No. 1 and No. 2 are waiting outside, and the others go to Terminal T1, and get there first."

Several helicopters flew to the T1 terminal.

This posture is very similar to the scene in the movie where the police go to catch the terrorists and rescue the hostages.

Instructor Feng's voice sounded in the public channel, with a very sincere tone: "Commander, let me be the bait, so that all the zombies hiding in the building can be lured out of the open space and wiped out."

This is indeed a very good method, not only with high efficiency, but also with fewer casualties.

But people who do bait can be very dangerous.

"Commander, let me be the bait!"

"Let me go!"

"I can! I'm amazing!"

After instructor Feng started this, dozens of voices rang out in the public channel, which made Ji Siwei's head hurt.

They are highly trained fighters, all possessing the spirit of self-sacrifice.

It is the most common operation to give up the ego for everyone.

Ji Siwei had no choice but to interrupt them: "Be quiet."

Ji Siwei is very prestigious among the soldiers now, and when he opened his mouth, everyone quieted down obediently.

Before hearing Ji Siwei's reply, Instructor Feng couldn't hold back anymore: "Commander, the best way is to let me make bait. Let me do it. I'm sure I'll get out!"

These words made Ji Siwei make up his mind: "Approved, please be careful."

Instructor Feng laughed heartily: "Definitely."

The helicopter that Instructor Feng was on descended slowly, the door opened, and a strong rope hung down.

Instructor Feng climbed down the rope very skillfully and landed firmly on the ground.

He looked around and found zombies in the lobby on the first floor of the terminal.

But because he moved very lightly, the zombies didn't see him.

Instructor Feng fired directly at the glass door on the first floor.

There was a loud bang, and shards of glass splashed everywhere.

All the zombies walking aimlessly in the lobby on the first floor stopped and turned to look at him.

Those were blood-stained, distorted faces.

After the zombies found Instructor Feng, the entire terminal was silent for a few seconds.

Being stared at motionlessly by so many pairs of white pupils, not to mention the instructor Feng who was in the center of sight, even everyone on the plane felt their scalps go numb.

Soon, many crooked figures appeared in other parts of the hall.

Instructor Feng crossed one side of his waist: "What are you looking at, come over to Dad quickly."

The zombies moved at the same time.

They opened their mouths full of turbid blood, and their limbs ran uncoordinated.

With the sound of footsteps, many unkempt zombies also appeared behind the glass on other floors.

They don't have the ability to think. After seeing people, they instinctively knock their heads against the glass curtain wall, and the whole building is banging.

There were spider web shatters on the glass.

Instructor Feng accurately shot the zombies rushing in front, and more zombies stepped on the corpses and rushed towards him.

They have been hungry for a long time.

Hunger makes them more violent, more terrifying than those zombies who have eaten well.

Instructor Feng is now a piece of walking pork belly.

Every zombie wants to bite.

Ji Siwei waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Support Feng instructor."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The dense bullets streaked across the air, and the running zombies fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing that more and more zombies were being drawn out, Instructor Feng guessed that he could not hold on any longer, so he grabbed the rope and climbed up: "Idiot sons, Dad is leaving first, if you have the guts, come after me!"

"Snapped!"

The glass on the second floor of the terminal was overwhelmed, and the zombies crowded by the floor-to-ceiling windows fell down one after another like rolling watermelons.

The zombie virus had already changed their bodies. With such a heavy impact, some zombies just lay on the ground and twitched a few times before standing up again.

This picture is scarier than a horror movie.

The number of zombies increased sharply, and instructor Feng didn't dare to wave anymore, and shouted to his comrades in a hurry: "Quick! Pull the rope up!"

The speed of the zombies was very fast, and one of them had already rushed to his feet.

The zombie didn't know how to climb the rope, it grabbed the rope and shook it violently, almost falling instructor Feng.

The zombie let out a cry of "Aww", shaking and wailing.

"Ow!"

The rope shook so badly that Instructor Feng had to hold it with both hands, and he couldn't use the gun. He was annoyed by it, and shouted: "Can you stop crying?!"

The zombie trembled from the roar, and suddenly froze.

It was obviously a very dangerous thing, but being yelled at by the instructor suddenly became very funny.

"call out……"

The soldier dropped the zombie in seconds, and pulled Feng instructor up with all his strength.

As a qualified bait, he didn't sit back in his seat, but leaned out his upper body and waved at the zombies: "Come and bite me, come!"

If the zombies could think, they would definitely think that this human being is cheap and needs to be cleaned up.

The battle went smoothly. In less than two hours, there were no traces of zombies inside or outside the airport.

"Everyone, thanks for your hard work." Ji Siwei's gentle but solemn voice sounded in the public channel: "Now enter the building to search for survivors."

The VIP lounge of the terminal building.

The doors and windows were locked tightly, and all the windows were covered with a layer of newspaper and magazine pages.

The curtains are all drawn.

One corner was filled with tied up garbage bags.

The air smells bad.

A dozen skinny, haggard people sat crowded on the sofa.

They look different, but their eyes are surprisingly similar.

It was gray and without a little light.

They didn't even move slightly, only the occasional rolling of the eyeballs showed that they were still alive.

Been stuck at the airport for a long, long time.

So long that they have forgotten the time.

"Will someone come to rescue us?"

--"Most definitely."

These are the words they use every day to encourage themselves and their fellows.

After the accident, some of them witnessed their relatives become bloodthirsty and irrational monsters, some were separated from their friends, and some heard their family members being attacked by zombies during the call...

Finally found a hiding place, and finally survived.

However, in order to go out to find food, the number of companions is decreasing day by day.

They hid in a closed space, shrouded in fear of death, tortured by hunger, watching the sun rise and set.

After losing hope, even if the sun shines, I feel that I am in the dark.

Sometimes, they can't tell whether they are in a dream or in reality.

They have run out of food.

None of the companions who went out to look for food these days have returned.

They could barely hold on.

"Will someone come to rescue us?"

The thin woman pressed her slightly sunken abdomen and asked very lightly.

No one answered her.

There was the sound of "clack" footsteps outside.

The woman was startled, and hurriedly covered her mouth, fearing that she would lose control and yell.

The eyes of the others showed fear, their skinny fingers curled up, and their foreheads were soon covered with cold sweat.

The location of the waiting room is not conspicuous. In the past few days, there have been a lot fewer monsters nearby. It has been a long time since they heard such dense and close footsteps.

They heard a young and calm voice: "Go to that waiting room and have a look. There are newspapers on the window. There may be survivors inside."

People in the waiting room looked at me and I looked at you, and a little light shot out from the depths of their dim eyeballs.

"Did I have hallucinations?" The skinny woman pinched her hand: "It hurts, it hurts!"

The door moved, and a deep voice said, "Commander, the door is locked."

"Unlock the lock." The young voice said: "It is possible that there may be infected people inside, so be careful."

Before the soldier unlocked it, the door opened from the inside, and an indescribable stench came over his face.

A terribly thin middle-aged man stood at the door and said excitedly, "There are no infected people inside, they are all alive! Are you here to save us?"

Behind him, a dozen skinny people stood up.

Pairs of gloomy eyes lit up, and tears flowed out, washing away the despair and helplessness, leaving only gratitude.

Whenever seeing such eyes, the softest part of the soldiers' hearts will be touched.

The commander was right, they shouldn't have given up on the survivors.

The more people usher in a new life, the world can usher in a new life.

They can rebuild their homes.

"I knew that someone would come to save us!"

"How's it going outside?"

"I want to go home...my family is still waiting for me at home...please take me home..."

"Is there any water? I'm dying."

The survivors made weak noises and looked like they would collapse at any moment.

Ji Siwei slowed down his tone: "You were rescued."

It was obviously a plain sentence, but it eased the tense emotions of the survivors.

"thanks……"

Someone said something softly.

"thanks, thanks!"

The other survivors also responded and couldn't stop thanking them.

"You're welcome." Ji Siwei's gentle eyes fell on them: "You guys come out first, the air in the waiting room is terrible."

After the soldiers rescued all the survivors, the communication device next to Ji Siwei's ear turned on, and the voice of the captain of the second team came: "Report to the commander, we have transported the container to the designated location according to your request!"

Ji Siwei thought for a while: "Stay where you are, experts on materials and safe houses are on their way, and they will guide you in your work later."

The captain of the second team said: "Got it!"

"You test them for the virus, and then take them to the assembly point." Ji Siwei ordered a few people to stay, and then called Ah Ming: "Sister Ming, how are you doing?"

The second floor of the airport is connected to Metro Line [-], which is the terminal station of this line.

There might be zombies in the subway, and he was worried that the zombies would be attracted by the sound, so when he just took control of the airport, Ji Siwei asked Ah Ming to lead a team to seal the subway entrances and exits.

There are gates at every subway entrance and exit, and they only need to remove and lock the gates to effectively prevent zombies from entering.

"No problem for the time being." Ah Ming said, "What about you? The airport is too big, be careful what slips through the net."

Ji Siwei glanced at the busy soldiers around him: "Everything is going well, I will pay attention."

Before Ah Ming could answer, Ji Siwei heard a short and painful scream from over there: "Help! Ah!"

"There are zombies sneaking in at Exit C, I'll deal with it." Ah Ming said briefly, and the call ended.

Ji Siwei's eyes froze, and he quickly said on the public channel: "I am the commander. Zombies sneaked in at the exit C of the subway on the second floor. Instructor Feng took the people in his hands to support. Instructor Yun immediately took people to guard the second floor leading to the negative. A passage on the first floor."

After hearing the clear reply, Ji Siwei ordered several soldiers under him to continue the search and rescue.

He took off the heavy helmet, and unbuttoned the discipline button of the combat uniform: "Hachio, little puppet, let's help sister Ming."

The little puppet poked its head out of the side pocket of its trousers, grabbed Ji Siwei's clothes and jumped onto his shoulder: "Master, I'm here."

"Meow." Eight tails stretched out its paws: "When I get home, I want five packs of dried fish."

Ji Siwei agreed very simply: "Deal."

"Little puppet, I need your help." He gently held the puppet's body and put it in front of him: "Take me directly to the first floor, you can do it, right?"

The little puppet's eyeballs were also shining red, and the redness in Ji Siwei's eyes became deeper and deeper, and it was unclear who was influenced by whom for a moment.

The little puppet nodded: "Master, I can."

"Bawei, come up." Ji Siwei stretched out his hand towards Bawei, and Bawei jumped into his arms.

The puppet floated up and stood on Ji Siwei's shoulder.

"boom!"

Ji Siwei shattered a floor-to-ceiling window and jumped off without hesitation.

The red blood mist rose with the wind, enveloping his body lightly.