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All the streets that Tang Zheng's eyes saw were full of zombies, not to mention tens of thousands, they were wandering aimlessly at the moment, waiting for the arrival of their prey, even if he had killed more than thirty zombies with his own hands, but sitting on the wall, looking at so many ugly guys covered in blood, he still shuddered, and the most important thing was that he couldn't find a way to escape.

Tang Zheng understood that it was not possible to stay trapped in the Oasis Hotel all the time, and he had to arrange a way back to retreat, but some of these impenetrable zombies surrounding the hotel made him unable to start, he really didn't expect that the enthusiasm of the American citizens was also quite large, and he originally wanted to call more Los Angeles police. Send 'weapons, it's good now, the police are indeed here, but the sensation caused by the huge police force has attracted more onlookers, Tang Zheng even saw a few TV station interview cars less than a hundred meters away from the west, and the red wavy CNN logo printed on the body of a car is particularly eye-catching, these reporters are not easy to work with, in order to compete for first-hand interviews and reports, most of them rely on the courtyard wall very close, it seems that only in this way can the audience watching the live TV feel that they are professional enough and the report is more real.

However, those beautiful female reporters in OL costumes have become zombies at the moment, dragging the microphone cable in their hands, wandering around, they sometimes hit the police car, but they will not immediately dodge, until a few hard bangs, and they really can't walk, they will turn around and change the direction of wandering.

"Huh? Won't the sound made by zombies attract other zombies? Tang Zheng noticed this little episode and quickly turned his head to look for similar examples.

There are a lot of zombies on the street, but except for the sound of footsteps dragged out by the soles of their shoes rubbing the road, it is unusually quiet, after all, they don't speak, there is no sound of breathing, and then there is noise such as car horns and engines, etc., it is estimated that the volume on the street is only 30 decibels.

Occasionally, zombies make some loud noises, such as crashing into telephone poles and smashing the glass of shops on both sides of the street, but the zombies do not react and still wander around themselves.

Tang Zheng jumped down, found a few stones, returned to the wall, and threw them with all his strength.

Da Da Da, the stone smashed on the road and rolled out, making a small sound, but the zombies nearby all turned their heads, as if looking for support, and after seeing that it was the stone, they lost interest again.

Tang Zheng changed his position and threw another stone with a bang, this time the stone broke through the glass and smashed into a street shop seventy meters away.

The zombies near the store were alarmed, and immediately jogged over, and threw themselves directly inside, seeing this situation, Tang Zheng had a little trick, but he still had to prepare some tools, so he jumped off the wall and walked towards the row of bungalows on the left side of the backyard, this is the warehouse of the Oasis Hotel, through the glass window, you can see that all kinds of sundries are stored inside.

The warehouse door was not locked, only a small gap was left, Tang Zheng estimated that there might be someone inside, so he held the Remington M870 in his right hand, pulled the left door edge with his left hand, slowly retreated, and opened the warehouse door.

Sure enough, there were three ordinary zombies inside, who heard the noise here and ran out, but Tang Zheng didn't have any pressure, changed to holding a gun in both hands, and calmly waited for the zombies to pounce five meters in front of him before pulling the trigger.

Bang, accompanied by the dazzling muzzle flame, a zombie with half of his body being blown up flew out upside down, Tang Zheng pulled the grip with his left hand, clicked the bullet to load, and fired again, in the crisp copper sound of the bullet throwing the shell of the 'Ting', it was another zombie that was blown away, but because the distance was too close, Tang Zheng did not miss the target, but the third zombie had already pounced in front of him.

Facing the hands of the zombie grabbing his cheeks, Tang Zheng was still calm, and after loading, he directly clubbed the barrel of the gun into the zombie's angry mouth, and due to the excessive force, several bloody teeth immediately flew into the air.

"Goodbye!" Tang Zheng showed a regretful expression with a wicked taste, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, half of the zombie's head was blown away, and white brains and red blood spilled out like splashing water, splashing everywhere.

"Call it a day." Remington's magazine was refilled with bullets, and Tang Zheng began to carry the one-meter-wide wooden boxes, which seemed to contain porcelain, but no matter what he wanted, all he needed was to build a box staircase that could easily climb the wall.

There were a lot of boxes, Tang Zheng built five stairs around the courtyard wall for safety, and then began to look for other useful tools in the warehouse, pulled out a three-meter-long one from the pile of metal water pipes in the corner, and then opened the travel bag, took out the extreme force survival knife he got from the security room, and used a roll of transparent wide tape to tightly wrap it around the top of the metal water pipe to make a long gun.

Several ropes were also found, Tang Zheng tied several rope ends into dead knots, connected them all, and then coiled them in a circle, hung them on his shoulders, and walked out of the warehouse.

Stepping on the stairs of the box and hiding behind the wall, Tang Zheng only showed half of his head, observing if there was a suitable place to arrange traps, the number of zombies was relatively small, even if the trap failed and alarmed them, they had to ensure that they were not besieged, and the prey must be valuable, preferably those police zombies with MP5 submachine guns or M4A1 carbines, of course, it is better to bring only a pistol.

"Don't catch those zombies wearing thick firefighting suits, it's too hard to kill." Tang Zheng muttered, and chose the zombies on the west side of the courtyard wall, probably to protect those TV station staff, the police equipment here is generally good, and it is closer to the backyard.

Tie a bowl thick dead knot at the end of the rope, and then pass the whole rope through it to form a ring, and a simple lasso is made, Tang Zheng learned to throw it a few times like a western cowboy, and was ready to throw it on the opposite street, but unfortunately failed, because he had not practiced, the circle of the lasso couldn't turn at all, let alone throw it out.

But stupid people have stupid ways, Tang Zheng wrapped the Ontario eighteen chops with transparent tape at the end of the lasso, like the sinking object of a fishing net, and then threw it out hard, he didn't dare to look at the landing point, but quickly lowered his head and hid behind the courtyard wall.

Eighteen chops smashed on the street, and the zombies immediately turned their heads, and after finding no trace of humans, they continued to wander.

"Looks like it's doable." Tang Zheng squatted on the stairs of the box, only showing his two eyes to observe the effect of the trap, and after confirming that it would not attract hordes of zombies, all he had to do now was how to get one of them into the lasso and drag it over.

With a distance of nearly one hundred meters, even if Tang Zheng's strength was strengthened by the golden seed, he couldn't throw the rope lasso, at most fifty meters.

"Could it be that it's the same as fishing, putting down a lasso and waiting for the zombies to come to the neighborhood and take the bait? That will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey. After all, the wandering of zombies is irregular, Tang Zheng complained, and began to worry again, he lay on the courtyard wall, looked at those zombies, trying to find a solution.

Tang Zheng didn't want to make some noise, lure those zombies over, and then stab them to death one by one with a spear with the advantage of the three-meter-high wall, but he quickly rejected this proposal, ordinary zombies really can't jump up, but what about special infected? There are tens of thousands of zombies on the street, and the probability of having a few special infected people is too great, and the wall is not a problem for them, Tang Zheng doesn't want to joke with his life

PS: Thank you for the water godless Mo Feng, the metaphor, and the three of the Transformation Dan!