The next morning.
The morning is slightly cool.
Feeling the suddenly cold weather, Lin An gently exhaled a breath of hot air and stepped onto a stylish racing motorcycle with a relaxed expression.
The appearance is completely red, and mist-like spiritual energy slowly spreads from time to time.
After accompanying An Xia all night, with the little girl reluctant to leave, he went out to explore Linjiang City.
After a rare night's rest, Zhang Tie took the initiative to contribute a reputation vehicle.
This guy relies on his rough skin and thick flesh, and he doesn't like ordinary equipment.
After exchanging a pair of gloves, the remaining reputation points were exchanged for a large number of weird props and a bunch of "delicious food".
In line with the principle of not wasting, Lin An simply asked him to exchange it for a vehicle for himself.
Of course, the reward is to make Colonel Chu act more gently.
Don't do too many tricks.
With Xiong Hanzi's resentful expression on his face, Lin An got on his motorcycle and sped away.
"The speed of magnetic storm (blue props, vehicles)"
"Adaptive micro-psionic power, maximum speed 800km/h."
"Features: Noise shielding (micro-sound), weapon loading module (3), weak reaction force steering."
"Evaluation of props: People fly in front, and souls chase behind."
The blue vehicle redeemed with 200 reputation points is quite luxurious.
If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing to redeem at the moment, the set he wanted would cost seven or eight thousand points, and Lin An wouldn't be able to part with it.
Although the speed is not as fast as his full strength, I thought about it.
Lin An is still not used to running on his legs.
Anyway, when you really want to burst into speed, just put the motorcycle into the ring.
Normal transportation always requires a vehicle.
Feel the unique low roar of the psychic engine and face the wind.
Lin An was in a pretty good mood for a while.
The noise is very small, similar to the rotation of a motor.
I originally thought about taking Mo Ling with me, but I heard that little Mo Ling ran near the Huanjiang Military Region and said that he wanted to hunt down the second-level mutants.
Simply, Lin An gave up after some warnings.
On the bumpy road into the city, red lightning flashed away.
After using Milai's scalpel to change his appearance, Lin An looked a bit delicate at this time.
Although he doesn't care about his whereabouts, he is not willing to expose his methods in front of outsiders.
You know, every piece of news about him is worth a sky-high price.
Everyone wants to know what his skills and talents are.
Therefore, any survivor who encounters him is like a paparazzi, eager to follow him and videotape.
past the scattered corpses.
The speeding locomotive passed through the obstacle in an instant.
The zombies who had just reacted were left alone, holding their heads high and roaring at the taillights.
Crashed cars can be seen everywhere on the highway.
Rusty, dried dark red blood stains stuck to the ground like dog skin plaster.
Groups of unknown human tissue were crushed into pieces.
Enter the city from the Chengbei Expressway, and then go to the Radio and Television Station.
The route is the same as that of the missing search party before.
Time flew by, and Lin An couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw the familiar but somewhat dilapidated city cluster appearing in front of his eyes.
Haven't been back for a long time.
At the end of the field of vision, a red and white flag hangs on a 100-meter-high building.
It was obvious that the survivors trapped in the building had put out a distress sign.
However, most of the windows on the side were obviously destroyed.
It must be that not long ago, a mutant climbed up the building and got inside.
Recalling the coordinate range roughly drawn by Chu An, Lin An's eyes revealed his thoughts.
It should be that the building is to the right.
A logistics transfer point, next to the Broadcasting Building.
"Roar!!"
Zombies roar.
Not far away, in an abandoned gas station, several zombies with only upper body parts smelled the scent of strangers.
The devoured abdominal cavity, long intestines were dragged to the ground, and the pelvis rubbed against the ground.
The arms alternated rapidly, rushing towards Lin'an as if walking.
The flesh and blood showed dark red traces.
Judging from the costume of the zombie, he should be a truck driver.
The zombies that suddenly rushed out did not cause any change in Lin An's expression.
Frowning slightly, three weak mental shocks instantly blasted the zombies into a pile of rubble.
The exploded head was thrown to the gas station billboard by the impact, and got stuck directly in it.
It looks a little cute.
Shake his head slightly.
Seeing the large number of zombies attracted not far away, Lin An turned the accelerator without any scruples and rushed into the group of zombies in an instant.
Like hitting a bowling ball.
Under the high-speed sprinting motorcycle, the group of corpses were knocked into a bloody path.
Linjiang Broadcasting Building.
The brass-colored signboard is stained with rust.
There was a half-hanging corpse. I don’t know how it climbed up before it was alive. The body with two legs left was swaying in the wind.
Exposed to the wind and sun, it looks like dried sausage.
On the 17th floor, in the dark corridor.
A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard was holding a delicate porcelain plate.
He knocked gently on the heavy door, his tone gentle.
"Xiao Xuan, it's time to eat"
The dim light shines on the edge of the long corridor, and the man buried in the shadow has a slightly stooped figure.
Over and over again.
No one in the room seemed to hear it, only the man's call sounded.
Stand at the door.
The man frowned and looked at the fresh pieces of meat on the plate, which was also topped with his daughter's favorite salad.
Is it overcooked?
Xiao Xuan doesn't like the taste?
To be continued...