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On the fourth day of entering Los Angeles, everyone finally had a steaming and delicious lunch, and the bald man was lying on the sofa with a toothpick in his mouth, patting his bulging belly, and asking Tang Zheng about the next task.

"Removing the zombies from each suite and making sure I have multiple hiding places, I'll go to the backyard warehouse and get some rope, make some improvised rope ladders, and then connect the upper and lower floors through window railings." Tang Zheng sat at the coffee table, holding a water-based pen, writing and drawing on a blank piece of paper.

"That's nice so we don't get stuck in the suite like we did last time." Cheng Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately praised this method, "It seems that we have chosen a good group leader." ”

Everyone nodded, and even Zhao Jingye had to admit that Tang Zheng was very good at solving these thorny problems, and he could always think of methods and strategies that others couldn't think of.

"Then we go to the distribution room to make sure that the generators are running properly after the city loses power, and that there is enough diesel stock." Tang Zheng looked at the sunlight outside the window and said, "The power distribution room is not in a hurry, arrange the retreat first, in case the Nazi zombies appear tonight, they will not be helpless to wait for death." ”

It was a busy and stressful afternoon, no one dared to rest, and they were all working hard under the threat of the shadow of death.

Pang Meiqin was a surprisingly good cook, so she was in charge of dinner, but as midnight approached, everyone lost their appetite, and everyone gathered in the living room, frequently looking at the alarm clock hanging on the wall.

"After confirming the name of the room once, don't run wrong in a panic, Cheng Chen, you will report." Tang Zheng was still familiar with firearms, and this time he replaced it with M4A1, disassembled its parts, and assembled it under the guidance of Lin Weiguo.

"1108, 1008, 908, 808, then 807, 707, 607 in the opposite room." Cheng Chen is like a treasure, after all, these rope ladders were built by them.

"These rooms are close to the elevator, Nazi zombies won't open the elevator, and it's okay to hide in it when necessary, of course, this method is not recommended, in case they accidentally touch the elevator button, they will also open the elevator door." Tang Zheng continued to explain the precautions to them.

"What bad luck it must be for a zombie to knock the elevator door open." The bald man teased, but unfortunately no one answered.

"There is not enough time today, we can only do so many rope ladders, and tomorrow, we have to continue, we must ensure that there are more than three escape rope ladders on each floor." Tang Zheng glanced around the living room and said, "Everyone's performance today is good, worthy of praise, pay attention to another point, don't think about being lazy, everyone is looking at you." ”

"Xiao Tang, let's send a grenade to each person, if you really encounter a crisis, maybe you can use it to delay time and save a life." Qin Yan is working for the benefits of the flight attendants again.

"You won't use it, and if you take it, it's useless." The bald man is not happy, he has a lot of grenades, but he doesn't want to hand over the gong, this thing is a powerful weapon, prepare for more self-defense, absolutely yes.

"There are a total of fourteen people here, Zhao Jingye, 12 grenades, bald man, 16 grenades, each of you left four, and handed over the rest, one for each of the flight attendants, one for each Kang Songde maintenance worker, and then the rest for Lin Weiguo, Qin Yan four for each person, well, the extra one for Lin Weiguo."

"Why, why can you not get a single grenade, you killed two Nazi zombie squads alone, a total of twenty-two people, each with four grenades, this is more than eighty, plus Li Xinlan cleaned room 602 for you to pick up, conservatively estimated that there are ten, even if you used more than a dozen to recover the kitchen bomb tank zombies, there are more than sixty, count the most grenades you have, why let us out?" The bald man was anxious, sat up straight, and shouted, "It's not fair. ”

It's a pity that no one pays attention to him, Pang Meiqin Cheng Chen looked at Tang Zheng with wide eyes, and was frightened by this terrifying data again, in the last punishment time, except for him, it seems that everyone didn't kill even a single Nazi zombie soldier, well, maybe Lin Weiguo has two or three kittens in the account, but this is the famous Southern Sword, and Tang Zheng's record must be a bit shabby.

"You are quite good at settling accounts, you are good at mathematics, if I remember correctly, the original owner of those grenades you picked up, but Tang Zheng killed them." Zhou Zhou glanced at Wu Xudong, and he couldn't refute what he said.

"If you two don't agree, you can get the weapons and ammunition for yourself in the future." Tang Zheng only said one sentence, and he stabbed the bald man and Zhao Jingye's weakness.

There was no way, the two of them had no way to get the weapon back, so they could only compromise, after all, they didn't want to fight the zombies with their bare hands, so they reluctantly walked into the bedroom, took out the grenade bag and threw it in the living room.

No one needs to greet them, and the flight attendants have already started to assign them spontaneously.

Without a trace, Consonde poked the waist of the maintenance worker next to him, who hesitated for a moment, but opened his mouth.

"Why did Conson and I give me a grenade?"

"Do you want to use it too much? If you dare to be a spearhead as bait, four for each of you. Tang Zheng looked at the maintenance worker, who immediately avoided his gaze, he didn't have the guts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you got the grenade, but please be careful, don't consume it casually until it's critical, we still have eleven days to survive." Tang Zheng swept everyone's eyes and warned, "Otherwise, next time you will have no supplies and won't be able to get anything." ”

After this episode, twelve o'clock in the middle of the night was coming, and everyone, including Tang Zheng, tensed their nerves, staring closely at the second hand of the clock on the wall, waiting for the mechanical sound of the silver Trojan horse to sound.

The dreary and oppressive atmosphere was almost breathless, and the moment they arrived at twelve o'clock, everyone jumped up, held their guns solemnly, and began to turn their heads, looking around for traces of possible teleportation of Nazi zombies, but nothing happened.

Five minutes passed, and the building was still quiet, as if it were asleep in the middle of the night.

"Isn't it coming?" The bald man muttered in a low voice, "The punishment troops shouldn't come every day, otherwise they won't let people live?" ”

"You just have to go out and see." Lin Weiguo teased, Wu Xudong immediately became anxious, and shouted, Why don't you go.

"Okay, I'll go." After speaking, the former Nanguo Sword really walked to the door and opened it into the corridor.

"You guys wait here, I'll go to the security room and take a look at the monitors." Tang Zheng didn't want to wait, if it weren't for the fact that the security room didn't take a rope ladder, he would have waited there directly, "But the silver Trojan didn't speak, it should be safe tonight." ”

Until the morning sun rose, the punishment troops did not teleport, Qin Yan guessed that they might appear in multiples of three, which means that the next appearance would be at midnight six days later, which was recognized by everyone.

Sure enough, the midnight of the next fifth day was also passed smoothly, and as the rope ladders were built more and more, more floors and rooms were connected, and everyone was more at ease, as long as it was not extremely bad luck, there was no problem at all in hiding for half an hour.

On the sixth day, the zombies in the hotel were almost killed, and the zombies on the street did not show any signs of attack and evolution, and were still wandering aimlessly, so everyone suddenly had nothing to do.

But the bored flight attendants soon found another entertainment, that is, to search the suite, find everything after 2011, and stuff it into a travel bag, ready to take it back to the real world, the bald male maintenance man and even Zhao Jingye also joined in, no one will have to deal with money, that lot of dollars is the bald man's favorite, whenever he finds some 'Franklin', he will happily hold it everywhere to promote.

Tang Zheng suddenly thought of a question, if these banknotes were printed after 2011, would they be treated as counterfeit money after returning to the real world?

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