Chapter 20

The smell of diesel oil has gradually dispersed and spread far and far in the air, but the zombies have subconsciously connected the sound of the loudspeaker with Zhang Mu, so regardless of the bad smell, they continue to strive to catch up.

The human beings on the street had been preyed on as early as yesterday, and the remaining survivors cleverly hid at home and watched quietly, waiting for the arrival of the army or the police. And limited to the constraints of the rules, these zombies have so far been unable to take the initiative to prey on the prey in the field of vision, and have not found the opportunity to eat for most of the day.

Although the smell of diesel oil from the gas station really stimulates their sensitive nose after mutation, they see that the sound made by the fresh blood food is getting closer and closer to themselves. On the contrary, the smell has more and more stimulated their ferocity.

In this way, under the quiet gaze of Zhang Mu and his entourage, those agile zombies who took the lead had already rushed to the gas station filled with diesel with a raging flame.

Three!

Two!

One!

Boom!

Zhang Mu slowly calculated the time according to the speed of the zombies in her heart and silently began the countdown.

Boom!

Before the zombies entered the gas station, an accident happened when they rushed to an area with sufficient diesel density in the air. And as Zhang Mu expected, the time is exactly the same.

Just when the word "explosion" jumped out of Zhang Mu's mouth, at the same time, a fire burst into the sky, and a random deafening explosion rang through the whole sky and shook. The agile zombies in front of the zombie group were swallowed up so that there was no residue, and the fire continued to press in the direction of the zombie group.

The flame burned all the way along the direction of diesel flow. In the air and on the ground, as long as the density of diesel reached that critical point, there would be another moderate explosion.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The small explosion continued and crackled, and the loudspeaker in the center of the gas station stopped suddenly. It was estimated that it was broken to pieces, just like a person was strangled by others.

Although the sound of the loudspeaker no longer sounded, the explosion fully stimulated the sensitive hearing of the zombies. They didn't know how to shrink back, but they were still fierce and abnormal, just like ants huddled together and rushed into the sea of fire.

Driven by their simple instinct, they firmly believe that the prey and delicious food just now must be behind the sea of fire.

Just rush over and they can eat.

Thinking like this, these crazy zombies filled the sea of fire one after another. In front of the number, the big fire just now was forcibly opened a small hole.

Zhang muzheng, the creator of the terracotta figurines, was teasing his little beetle while eating melon seeds.

"It's a pity. It's hard to find such loudspeakers now. We have to prepare one next time. It's really easy to use. It's necessary for zombies when traveling at home."

"That's the good thing about low-level monsters. They are not afraid of heaven and earth. They dare to fight everything.

I like their honesty!

Unfortunately, the ants' group can ensure that some members break through the sea of fire.

However, this is not an ordinary sea of fire. This is what I have carefully prepared for you, a whole gas station!

Ha ha! "

Even if the heat wave was about to rush in front of him, Zhang Mu still laughed wildly. The Obsidian on his shoulder looked at him curiously. His small mouth kept biting up and down, and he didn't know what he was chewing.

Zhang Mu's joy was transmitted from the blood connection to the Obsidian's brain, and it also flapped its small wings to express its joy.

It simply knew that the owner had promised that after these zombies died, there would be a lot of energy for it.

Therefore, a simple Obsidian insect was taken by Zhang Mu and completely became a small financial fan of the Zerg. Now it urgently hopes that the zombies can go in more and more.

However, as half of the zombies have entered the gas station, the body of the zombie is pressed. In addition, the zombie is sprayed with a large amount of blood after the explosion. Most of the fire that has just returned to great prestige has been extinguished.

Seeing this scene, the pure obsidian in his heart began to worry. All the yuan crystals of these zombies were its rations, so little. And it clearly knows that it and its owner still can't fight the remaining hundreds of zombies. That doesn't mean that they can only stare at the hundreds of energy.

Zhang Mu felt the anxiety it conveyed, gently stroked its small head, smiled and said calmly, "just relax, Yuanjing must have you. If it's so easy to let them go, I don't have to mix up. There's nothing so cheap.

I am Zhang Mu, but I never do business at a loss.

Look.

The good play has just begun. "

It seems that Zhang Mu's confidence overflowed, and the Obsidian's small wings flapping up and down because of his anxiety gradually calmed down.

Yes, things still can't escape Zhang Mu's control.

Dong!

Just after the flame spread, the sound hit the drum like a heavy hammer, suddenly sounded from the depths of the gas station, and the ruins of the whole gas station collapsed with the sound. The air wave swept the rest of the zombies with a new flame, like a demon's big mouth devouring them all.

Even Zhang Mu didn't dare to hold it up. Although the location he chose was far from the gas station, he still honestly hid under the bunker and felt that the back wall was bombarded by the weakened air waves.

It turned out that Zhang Mu had deliberately let the little beetle open a hole in the middle of each oil tank, so there was less than half of the diesel oil left in each oil tank in the depth of the gas station, and the whole spherical semi closed oil tank was relatively sealed. When the flame burned all the way along the direction of diesel leakage, he finally returned to the starting point and detonated the gathered oil tanks in an instant.

This momentum, let alone the zombie group gathered by a thousand zombies, even if it is doubled, it will not be enough to be swallowed up by the fire wave just exploded.

Five minutes later, Zhang Mu put his head out of the bunker leisurely, felt the burning breath in the air, and lamented that the money was too easy.

The gas station in the distance has completely become the ruins of broken walls. There are zombies everywhere. The arms and legs are broken and the charred bodies are black, just like where a car of coke is discarded.

Unfortunately, at this moment, this great beauty is no longer appreciated by others.

Zhang Mu then began to solve his dinner problem leisurely, waiting for the fire to go out slowly.

Bored, he filled the little beetle with milk and bread in bad taste. As a result, it vomited out as soon as it chewed.

Looking at Zhang Mu's dislike of it as a black sheep, obsidian was very wronged and thought secretly.

I eat meat originally. How can I eat this disgusting thing? But why can the owner eat this kind of thing so happily.