Late at night,
9th Street,
Near the Chicago Police Station,
The army that was responsible for supporting the police had already built many simple trenches here. Countless heavy machine guns were set up inside the trenches, and there were even tanks that had been driven over.
However, in the streets of the city, even in the face of terrifying zombies, in order to turn things around, tanks were obviously just a deterrent.
After all, this city was their own territory. If they fired cannons in the city to deal with zombies that could even be torn apart by ordinary firearms, it would seem like they were using the appearance of zombies as an excuse to take the initiative to destroy the city.
Things were far from being irreversible …
However, it was precisely because of this idea that they wanted to solve the problem without suffering too much loss that it gave the zombies who were not afraid of death an opportunity. They used their huge numbers to tear apart the defense circle of the soldiers several times and caused heavy losses to the army.
Now,
The army responsible for support had been driven into the police station by the zombies to save their lives. The trenches that were originally used to isolate the zombies from the streets had also been successfully occupied by the zombies who did not care about their lives, leaving only the corpses of the soldiers and zombies on the ground.
At this time, if they wanted to use tanks to suppress the zombies, they would have to ask the zombies wandering outside the police station if they were still willing to let them get close to the tanks …
…
In the police station office,
"Lieutenant Colonel Evans, you clearly have tanks. Why don't you just fire the cannons to suppress them?!" Old Eli sat at the desk in the office and couldn't help but feel a little exasperated when he thought of his own situation.
"Mr. Bureau Chief …" The officer who was resting with his eyes closed suddenly heard the other party's question and opened his eyes to look at the old man at the desk.
"I remember that at the beginning of today, you were the one who advised me not to use tanks to avoid causing too much damage to the city, right?"
"Didn't I say that it depends on the situation?!" Old Eli immediately retorted, "If the situation is really urgent, suppressing those guys will definitely be the main goal. Who said that I didn't advise you to use tanks and chariots?!"
"Ha …" Lieutenant Colonel Evans looked at Old Eli with a fake smile. "Alright, there's no need to shirk the responsibility anymore. None of us can get away with this. If there's any punishment after this, I believe that no matter how we explain it, someone will have to take the blame for so many lives …" Old Eli nodded.
"Besides, not only the two of us, but perhaps even Mr. Governor … won't be able to escape."
Hearing this,
Old Eli was discouraged. He sat at his desk, not knowing what to do. "Lieutenant Colonel Evans, what do you think we should do next? Are we really going to hide in the police station forever …?"
"There are too many zombies." Evans smiled bitterly.
"I reckon that all the streets that weren't prepared and were successfully infiltrated by those guys have almost completely fallen. The people in the streets are basically infected …"
"Furthermore …"
"Including everyone in the police station, there are now less than 20 people. Even if everyone has a weapon in their hands, it's impossible to successfully break out of the police station, let alone go directly to the unaffected streets."
"After all, this isn't a movie, and we're not the so-called protagonists. Facing a group of zombies who aren't afraid of death, no one can calmly shoot them in the head. Besides, these guys are different from the ones in the movies. Their speed is almost the same as a normal person's, but their strength is obviously stronger …"
At this point, he couldn't help but put away the bitter smile on his face. He recalled the previous situation with some lingering fear.
"Mr. Chief, the zombies can easily tear off the arms of soldiers. I'm afraid that even the movies wouldn't dare to film this. If this thing is also very difficult to infect, the end of the world … may really be coming."
"Things aren't that serious yet …" Old Eli heard this and thought carefully. "Although I don't know why this happened, those suspected zombie thugs aren't exaggerating. As long as we're careful, a bullet can kill them."
"If it's really the effect of some kind of virus, it's good that we responded quickly and quickly sealed off the unaffected streets. So, the worst-case scenario that may happen next is to use force to completely clean up the streets that have been affected by the virus."
At this point, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, so after a slight pause, he looked at Lieutenant Colonel Evans calmly.
"Lieutenant Colonel, what did those guys say? Didn't they say that they would come? Why haven't they come to help yet …?"
"They should be here soon …" Lieutenant Colonel Evans glanced at his watch. "After all, they haven't encountered such a situation before. Although they said that they would use all their available forces to help us solve this problem, with their situation … you know, it will take some time to gather them."
"If it's people like them …" Old Eli nodded with relief. "Facing those guys who are not much different from ordinary people, as long as they have received more systematic firearms training, they should be able to help us solve this problem quickly."
"Hmph …" Evans didn't deny it, but he snorted with a displeased expression. "A group of enviable guys. If it weren't for the fact that they are still useful, if they can't even solve this group of guys, then there's no need for them to exist in the future."
"After all, we can also solve this problem, but if we don't want to suffer too much loss, we just need a little more time than them …"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Gunshots suddenly came from outside the police station.
Evans immediately frowned when he heard the noise. He stood up from his seat and walked to the window. "These idiots! Didn't I tell them not to act rashly!? "
However …
He came to the window of the police station office and looked sideways at the main entrance of the police station in the direction of the sound. He found that the zombies had already rushed over and were crazily attacking the closed door of the police station.
Gunshots.
It was the soldiers in charge of guarding. They were trying to relieve the pressure on the door and not let the zombies break through the main entrance of the police station too quickly. Little did they know that the more they fired … the more zombies there would be!
At this moment …
Evans and Old Eli stood in front of the window and looked at the zombies that were constantly rushing into the main entrance of the police station. A trace of despair gradually appeared in their eyes.
And just as they were feeling desperate about the current situation and looking at the zombies that were still gathering in the distance, they saw that not far from the main entrance of the police station, under such circumstances, a very conspicuous' normal 'young man was standing among the crazy and terrifying zombies.
At the same time …
The zombies that were constantly gathering and trying to rush into the police station seemed to be deliberately avoiding the young man. They actually kept a distance of about one meter from the young man while constantly attacking the police station.
Moreover, every zombie that was relatively close to the young man also had a cautious and comical expression on their faces …
They … seemed to not want the blood and dust on their bodies to dirty the clean clothes on the young man's body?
Evans and Old Eli looked at the strange scene not far away from the window. Similar strange thoughts appeared in their minds at the same time. Then … the two of them looked at each other in confusion.
And at this moment …
The young man not far away from the window seemed to have noticed their gazes. He immediately raised his head and looked in their direction. He smiled at them very untimely.
That smile … was very normal. It was even as common as greeting an old friend.
Evans didn't know this young man. Although he didn't know what was going on with him, considering the current situation, he immediately shifted his gaze away from the young man. He instinctively didn't want to attract the attention of the strange young man outside.
However, when he came back to his senses and wanted to ask Old Eli what was going on with the guy outside, he realized that Old Eli, who was also standing in front of the window, was trembling as he looked at the young man outside the window. His frightened look was as if someone had pointed a gun at his private part.
"He's a … a devil!"
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