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Chapter 882 White Mist of Despair(2/2)

But the word fear never seems to appear in this man.
Twenty minutes later.
Even after exceeding the first-level endurance limit, Chu An still continued to collect information without being affected.
The broadcast has been repeated for 9 rounds, with a 3-minute interval between each round.
Like, radio waves that never disappear.
After walking for some distance, Chu An suddenly stopped when he saw a gray-white radio station and his eyes moved slightly.
In front of the radio station, an off-road vehicle with its front end smashed was parked crookedly.
"This should be it."
"Click"
without hesitation,
He directly pressed the tape he had been holding in his hand.
That was the recording made by the only surviving lunatic after he entered the Wangjiang Military Region in the early days.
"Zi-Zi"
The tape rotates and the sound plays:
"roar!!"
"Ah ah ah!! Help, help me, ho ho"
"Run! The zombies are rushing in!"
"What are these monsters!?"
"Why do they eat people!?"
"Headshot! Only headshots can kill them!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
"We can't hold on any longer! Old Chen, take your family members away quickly!"
"Then what do you do!?"
"roar!!"
"I'm a fucking soldier, you take the people away first! Stop the ink stains!!"
"There are guns in the car! Find the troops!"
The engine ignites and it sounds like a car starting outside a broadcast room.
"Let's go! Dad will take you away, Xiaolian, wife, get in the car quickly!"
The voice was trembling, and the man who spoke seemed to be named Lao Chen.
"Husband! There seems to be troops in front of us, let's get close to them quickly!"
"good"
"Wait!? What is that!?"
"Monster! What a big monster! Damn it"
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"
Machine guns fired, and a few seconds later, continuous explosions suddenly sounded.
"All dead!?"
"Bang"
The direction turned sharply and the wheels skidded.
"Hurry up! We're about to hit you!!"
Violent crashing sound.
"Click"
The next second, the tape suddenly jammed, and the flashing red dot indicated that the first half had been played.
Sitting in front of the recording desk of the radio station, Chu An calmly looked at the three corpses in the radio station.
In the center of the forehead are three dark bullet holes.
Chapter completed!
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