Angela and her group had successfully bypassed Al Qaeda and entered Cole City. At this time, even if they didn't want to, they had to face the zombies. Several people cooperated with each other and used cold weapons to clear the way without disturbing too many zombies. They came to a rooftop a few hundred meters opposite the temporary base and used it as a commanding height. From here, they could observe the situation of Al Qaeda very well. Al Qaeda still wanted to ambush them, but they didn't expect that they were ready to attack Al Qaeda.
"There are indeed a lot of people, sufficient ammunition, and strong firepower," Coleim lay on the roof, observed through a telescope and said, "I didn't see any other people. If Suwan is still alive, he should have been locked up." From the telescope, it can be seen that there are many people patrolling with guns standing on the high ground of the temporary base. If any zombies approach, they will be shot dead by them, so there are many zombie corpses around the temporary base.
"Of course she'll be alive," Mike, who was saved by Suwan, didn't like what Cole said. He slapped Cole on the head hard, causing Cole to howl in pain.
"Keep your voice down," Parker advised them worriedly, "Don't attract the zombies."
"Charlie and Paul are guarding the corridor, there will be no problem for now," Wales, holding a piece of compressed biscuit in his mouth, squatting on the ground fiddling with the computer, and advised Parker to relax.
The computer displayed a panoramic view of Cole City through satellite positioning. Angela and Parker watched him slide the map a few times. The computer showed the specific streets of Cole City. The streets were full of zombies. Parker was terrified. Thinking of the zombies he had just seen up close, his legs and feet went weak: "What should we do?" In fact, he wanted to ask them when to leave, but Parker, the pilot, had no say in the rescue team, and he could not leave here alone even if he wanted to.
"There are two essential resources for a temporary base, one is electricity, the other is oil," Wales said as he swiped the map. "They can generate electricity themselves, but oil can't be generated. It must be shipped in from outside."
"So we have to wait for them to ship the oil?" Parker couldn't understand: "How long will it take?"
"No, what he means is that there are so many zombies in the town, and it looks like they haven't been cleared out, which means these people haven't obtained resources from the city yet. So, we can see if there is anything that can help Suwan," Angela explained to Parker. Wales slid the map a few times and looked around, and suddenly raised his computer: "Look, I found it," Wales enlarged the screen on the computer to show the other people. The picture displayed on the computer showed an oil truck with its front end crashing into a temporary telephone booth.
There weren't many zombies around. What happened now was not surprising. Maybe the driver encountered zombies on the road and abandoned the car in a hurry and ran away.
"This gasoline truck?" Parker couldn't believe it.
Angela nodded.
Parker was frightened and stiffened. He was terrified to see zombies up close. Now these people were actively approaching the zombies. Oh my God, are these Belsters some kind of monsters? Don't they know how to be afraid?
"Don't act like a little girl," Wales looked at Parker amusedly.
"Is there any oil left?" This is what Mike is worried about: "It is possible that the car will not start."
"It all depends on luck," Angela spread her hands.
So a few people decided to drive the oil truck into Al-Qaeda, creating a gap in Al-Qaeda's temporary base to lure the zombies in, while other members looked for commanding heights to shoot at the people patrolling high above the temporary base to prevent the oil truck from being sniped by the drivers before it got close to them, although this plan sounded a bit unrealistic to Parker.
The tasks were quickly assigned. Everyone had their own tasks. Angela went to drive the car, so there was still one person missing to attract the zombies' attention and notice the sight of the other people. Parker asked tremblingly, "Me, me?"
"I'm glad you have this awareness," Angela patted Parker's shoulder affectionately. Seeing Parker's lips move, she immediately said, "Objection is invalid," so Parker shut up.
Poor Parker, he had always been a pilot, and this was his first time directly participating in a rescue operation. He had to be a fresh meat to attract zombies. Parker was about to cry. His original mission was to send the rescue team to Daco City. Damn the al-Qaeda elements!
But his objection was ineffective, so he had no choice but to follow the team members to the city center. Angela pulled him like a sack along the way. He didn't know whether Angela was afraid that he would fall behind or run away. Parker thought it was more likely the latter.
Oh my god, how could Parker dare to run away? Wherever he ran, he would be a delicious meal for zombies. Parker had already given up on himself.
Seven people, to be precise, six people except Parker only used cold weapons, did not follow Suwan's route, bypassed the ambush of al-Qaeda members on the only way to the city center, and still reached the city center. There were too many zombies in the city center. At a glance, they were densely packed, and the stench was overwhelming. Parker almost fainted. Then he saw the combat effectiveness of the rescue team.
When the explosion started, everyone possessed the speed of a leopard and indescribable explosive power. Parker was stunned. Before he could express his amazement, he was suddenly pulled by Angela and almost fell to the ground. However, when he saw the ground was covered with black blood, Parker immediately climbed up swiftly.
Several people fought their way out of a barely passable bloody path and escorted Angela to the cab of the oil truck. Then the tall Welsh man grabbed Parker's collar and threw him onto the oil drum of the oil truck. The oil drum was a smooth horizontal cylinder. Parker almost slipped off the other side, but when he saw the zombies on the other side rushing over and hitting the oil drum, Parker quickly sat down and dared not move. When the zombies raised their arms, they would touch his shoes. Parker had to lift his legs hard to try to get away from them. At this time, the oil truck suddenly started, and the whole body of the car shook. Parker almost slipped off again and was caught by the zombies' dry hand bones.
Oh God, please give me a happy ending. Parker has given up all hope in life.
Angela tried to start the engine, and after two or three attempts, she finally got the car moving. From the vibration of the car body, she could tell that there was not much oil left in the back. The car body was very light, which was not a good sign. As for how much oil was left in the barrel, it was all up to luck. Angela gave Mike outside the cab a thumbs up to indicate that she was ready, and then started the oil truck. The others quietly left when the zombies were attracted by the oil truck, and went to find a commanding position near the temporary base of al-Qaeda.
The car doesn't need to drive far, just enough to reach al-Qaeda's temporary base.
Because the noise of the oil truck starting was very loud, the zombies noticed the movement here. They twisted their heads stiffly to look over here, and saw Parker sitting on the oil truck. They immediately howled excitedly, and all stretched out their arms and staggered towards him.
"I feel like I've been eaten by their gazes," Parker covered his face in pain as he looked at so many zombies chasing him behind the oil truck. His voice was transmitted to the ears of the team members wearing radio headsets through the microphone at his mouth.
"That's your illusion. Their eyes can no longer see anything," Angela replied to him through the radio headset.
"But they have an instinct to eat people."
"In fact, they don't want to eat people. Their instinct is to devour the brain waves and magnetic fields of living people." Angela told him.
"I need comfort," Parker was frightened and had to tell the truth. He was roaring in his heart, can't Angela just drive properly!!!
"Well, at least you haven't been caught by them yet." Angela couldn't be blamed for this. The staggering zombies blocking the road ahead rushed over, and she had to run over them. The oil truck was large and heavy, and it easily crushed the zombies under the wheels. Angela could hear the friction sound of the zombies' bones breaking when they were crushed, but it couldn't be like this forever. If the zombies' bodies got stuck in the tires, the car wouldn't be able to move. Whether driving over zombies or making a sharp turn, the car body would shake. Parker was so scared that his face was expressionless. He felt that he might be thrown off at any time.
"But I don't think I'll live long, over." Parker didn't want to say another word.
The oil truck performed very well. Although it was nervous along the way, it still approached the temporary base of al-Qaeda smoothly. However, the closer it got, the more difficult it became because there were too many corpses of zombies that had been killed near the temporary base. The oil truck had no choice but to bump over them and run over the corpses. As for Parker on the oil barrel, he was as pale as a dead man.
Al Qaeda members also discovered them.
"A fuel truck. Where did it come from?"
"Oh my god, there are so many zombies following us!"
"That oil truck looks like it's about to break through the defense line!"
The defense line of the temporary base is made of barbed wire, and there are patrol personnel standing on high places inside who are responsible for killing the zombies approaching the temporary base. But now this oil truck is moving towards the direction of the barbed wire, and the speed is relatively slow because zombies keep crashing into the oil truck and then being crushed. However, the speed is still faster than the zombies chasing after it with low roars from behind, driving those zombies towards the temporary base.
A patrolman immediately raised his sniper rifle and looked at Angela in the cab through the sniper scope. Noticing Angela's combat uniform, he cursed, "Damn it, it's those officers!" Then he was about to aim at Angela's head and pull the trigger, but just as he was about to do so, he fell down first, shot in the middle of the eyebrows, and died.
It is the students who are at the commanding heights.
"Shoot the driver, be careful not to hit the oil truck!" The patrolmen ran over and raised their guns to aim at Angela in the cab. The team members on the commanding heights immediately shot at them, but two shots still hit the front window of the cab. One shot cracked the front window of the cab, and the other shot directly shattered the front window. Seeing that the other side was shooting at her, Angela suddenly leaned to the side, rummaged through the debris bag in the oil truck for a screwdriver, and used the screwdriver to hold the throttle of the oil truck so that the oil truck would keep moving forward.
Parker sat on the oil drum backwards, and could only see the dense zombies chasing behind him. Hearing the gunshots behind him, he was so scared that he lay on the oil drum and asked quickly: "Angela, are you still alive?"
"Alive." Parker heard Angela's voice behind him and quickly looked back. He saw Angela had jumped out of the cab and was standing on the ground looking at him.
Parker breathed a sigh of relief, then panicked.
The oil truck did not stop. He sat on the oil truck and watched himself and Angela pass by and then get farther and farther away.
"Are you an idiot? Jump down!" Angela looked at him in amazement and yelled at him.
Parker realized it belatedly and crawled to the side. He wanted to climb down safely, but Angela saw that he was dawdling, so she caught up with him and grabbed Parker's trouser leg and pulled him down. The oil barrel was cylindrical, and Parker slid down the barrel and fell to the ground when Angela pulled him. However, the ground was full of dead bodies. Parker fell on the pile of dead bodies. It didn't hurt, but he almost kissed the rotten faces of the dead bodies. The close contact with the zombies made Parker's heart beat wildly, his whole body stiffened, and he forgot to climb up from the dead bodies. It's not Parker's fault. Normal people would have this reaction. He is not the specially trained Belster, but just an ordinary pilot. If the plane hadn't been shot down by al-Qaeda members, Parker would have returned to the plane at this time, and he wouldn't have to face the zombies at all. Parker has fallen to this point now, and it can only be said that his luck is terrible. Just as Wales joked, in front of Belster trainees, he was like a helpless little girl.
It was Angela who grabbed Parker's collar and pulled him up from the pile of corpses. Facing Angela, Parker felt ashamed that he was not as calm as a woman, but he also felt that Angela gave him a full sense of security at this time.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Parker was at a loss and said guiltily, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Angela felt that Parker would probably still shyly pull at the corner of his clothes and say sorry!
Angela felt that Wales was right.
Compared with Belster, who were extremely strong both mentally and physically, Parker was incredibly weak. Angela had no doubt that she could take Parker's life with just a flick of her finger. This was quite strange to Angela. After all, during the years she had studied at Belster Academy, the men she had met were either students whose strengths were too similar to hers to create any sparks, or guards who rigidly followed orders. Angela hadn't seen someone as weak as Parker for several years.
The students are all too powerful. They are already a group of top talents in the world. If you want to attract them, you have to be stronger than them to conquer them. It is difficult for them to have feelings for students of the same strength. On the contrary, because they are too powerful, they will have a desire to protect the weak.
And Parker's appearance was not bad either. Seeing him so uneasy, Angela felt a little maternal.
"Actually, I think you're doing pretty well," Angela stroked her chin, looking at Parker with interest, and suddenly hooked her arms around Parker's neck and kissed him on the lips.
kindness.
kindness?
Our Parker suddenly felt that life was hopeful again.
"What the hell!!!" Colem yelled at Mike angrily, "You guys are still talking about love at this time!!!"