The 12th floor is a high-end ward. There were originally few patients and medical staff, the security personnel were still alive, and the zombies had been dealt with!
However, they have limited ammunition and dare not go downstairs.
Fortunately, Qian Xiaomin is inside.
"Lin Qingqing, Master Qiao." Qian Xiaomin also had blood stains spattered by zombies on her body, looking exhausted and sitting on the ground against the wall. Qiao Ruoran accepted Li Mengmeng as a disciple, and she followed Mengmeng in calling her master.
"Sister Minmin, we must leave immediately. There are many zombie rats on the 11th floor." Lin Qingqing reached out and pulled Qian Xiaomin up.
"Yeah, you're not even recovered from your illness. I can walk by myself." Qian Xiaomin quickly refused Lin Qingqing's support. She knew that Lin Qingqing was hospitalized and had even visited her. She had been taking care of Lin Qingqing these days.
She was still worried about Lin Qingqing just now. The zombie blood stains on her body were from killing zombies when she tried to rush down the stairs.
"You guys should go too. In order to prevent the mutated rats from escaping, we are going to blow up the 11th floor." Qiao Ruoran told the remaining people.
"Blow it up? No, you can't blow it up! There's so much equipment here! Where can you find it if it blows up?" The man who looked like a doctor shook his head.
equipment?
Qiao Mingyang can put the equipment into the space first.
Anyway, his space is so big that it’s miserable! It’s inhumane!
Lin Qingqing was jealous of Qiao Mingyang's huge space. She looked at each other and Qiao Ruoran. They thought of going together, so they understood and started chasing people away together.
Lin Qingqing pointed the gun directly at them and said with a cold face: "Everyone, go downstairs, hurry up."
"Let's go!" Qiao Ruoran also knew that time waits for no one. She was always gentle with others, and she raised her gun even with a frosty face.
The survivors were held at gunpoint by two women, and their tone was full of threats. They were a little bit unable to react.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Qian Xiaomin quickly came to the rescue and said, "Let's talk downstairs! It's okay to be stuck here."
"Yes, yes!" Some people have long since stopped wanting to stay here. There were too many zombies on the stairs before and they didn't dare to go down. Now that they have been cleared, they want to run away even if no one forces them to leave.
At that moment, some people ran towards the stairs.
"Qingqing, I'll accompany them down first. You tell my brother." Qiao Ruoran was not worried about so many people going downstairs. They couldn't completely clean up the zombies on the lower floors. This group of people might attract more zombies when they go downstairs.
Group of zombies.
Lin Qingqing knew what Qiao Ruoran told her and Qiao Mingyang to say, so she hummed, pushed Qian Xiaomin, and told her to retreat quickly.
"No, we can't leave! If we leave, they will blow up the building! What about the equipment?" The man who looked like a doctor leader had a face full of disapproval. He even pulled the security police who were about to leave and shouted: "Hurry up and drive them away.
Let’s go! It’s not anyone else’s turn to interfere in our hospital’s affairs!”
The police looked at the submachine guns in their hands. Only people in the army had such guns, so the two girls must be female soldiers! They didn't say anything.
Their current weapons are only pistols and batons. Besides, it is indeed their hospital's business! What does it have to do with their police?
They are only responsible for security, not the hospital's security guards, and there is no need to conflict with the soldiers.
When Lin Qingqing saw that person's face, she felt that there were enemies in the road. It was actually Professor Fang who wanted to dissect her. Her face sank and she sneered: "You won't leave, right?"
While talking, Lin Qingqing walked towards Professor Fang with a gun in hand.
"Don't come here!" Professor Fang saw the black hole with the muzzle of the gun pointing at him. He could no longer maintain the composure on his face. He wanted to shrink behind the policeman. The policeman was not stupid. He took a step forward and directed himself toward the door.
Walk.
Professor Fang lost his barrier and shouted: "A gentleman talks but never moves!"
"I'm not a gentleman! I'll count one, two, three. If you don't leave, then stay! 1...2..." Lin Qingqing stepped forward quickly, preparing to shoot.
Now that things are about to get serious, the remaining medical staff and patients are running away. At this time, why not be stubborn with others?
Professor Fang suddenly found that he was alone. If he didn't leave, he might become a lonely ghost. Seeing this, Qian Xiaomin quickly pulled him toward the door: "Let's go quickly, Professor Fang."
The last two people walked downstairs together. Lin Qingqing curled her lips. She really wanted to kill him.
Although there was no evidence, she still suspected that the soldiers who tried to take her away in the special quarantine area last time were related to Professor Fang.
The lobby on the 12th floor is relatively clean, except for a few zombie corpses at the door, all of which were shot in the head.
Just when I was about to walk inside to see the equipment Professor Fang mentioned, I heard very light footsteps behind me, followed by the faint scent of green grass.
"Why are you still here? Come downstairs quickly."
Qiao Mingyang's voice rang in her ears. Lin Qingqing turned her head suddenly and found that he was standing behind her.
Lin Qingqing cursed in her heart, is Qiao Mingyang a Piao? If she hadn't been strong enough, she would have been scared to death by him!
"What kind of equipment is there? It's important for the professor to see it." Lin Qingqing lowered her head and stepped aside to give way to him.
Are you afraid of me?
Qiao Mingyang stared at the balls on her head, frowned, and wanted to ask, but didn't say anything.
He thought he had never done anything to scare her! On the contrary, because his sister quite liked her, he even invited her to stay in a hotel and have a barbecue.
Well, it was her who cooked the barbecue, and her skills were pretty good.
"Go back and have barbecue later."
Qiao Mingyang remembered the perfect taste, arranged a supper, and strode toward a metal door.
Lin Qingqing groaned and saw Qiao Mingyang raising his sword to chop down the door again.
"Wait a minute!" Lin Qingqing blurted out.
Qiao Mingyang raised his sword in the air and turned his head to give her a question mark face.
He looked like a frozen cartoon, with his slender legs spread apart, and one corner of the black windbreaker on his upper body was lifted up. He turned his head, and his slender red phoenix eyes under the lenses shone with a cold light.
Lin Qingqing swallowed subconsciously. The Qiao family brother and sister were once rated as the top ten figures in the end of the world.
And because of her good looks, she is sought after by countless young men and women, and has been ranked first for a long time.
"?" Qiao Mingyang waited for a long time and did not see Lin Qingqing continue to speak. Instead, he saw her white and tender neck making swallowing movements.
At this moment, he remembered that at about this time a month ago, they were stuck in a traffic jam, and he pressed a zombie against the rolling shutter door. Then she looked at the zombie like this, as if she was seeing a peerless delicacy...
"I'll try to open it... The rooms downstairs have alarm systems. I think the security measures here may be stronger."
Lin Qingqing quickly came to her senses. She took out the crime tool, a thin and flat iron rod, not much bigger than a toothpick, about a palm long, with a curved head.
Qiao Mingyang looked at the 'professional tool' in her hand, and silently stepped aside. Lin Qingqing took a deep breath, twisted her arm, then lowered her head and bent over to insert the master key into the lock.
She carefully felt the gap between the probe of the master key and the lock inside.
My mind sank, but after a few breaths, the door clicked open!
He's really professional! There was a smile in Qiao Mingyang's eyes. He pushed the heavy door open first, and what he saw was a variety of cold instruments, as well as rows of large glass jars, and human tissues of different shapes soaked in formalin.
.
"Don't look, get out!" Qiao Mingyang's slender body blocked Lin Qingqing's sight, his voice was much deeper, and there was a hint of anger.
Lin Qingqing decisively turned around and left.
She had actually already taken a look, but it was just a common laboratory after the apocalypse.
There are similar research institutes in bases across the country, whether they are official or private.
I can’t say which one is more limitless!
Anyway, they are all under the slogan of researching vaccines.