Doomsday Playground
16 the voice in the dark

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The next day, the people who were locked up in the dormitory building walked out one after another.

After counting, as expected, they found a fish that had slipped through the net.

After being scratched yesterday, this guy didn't make a sound. She didn't know when she had turned into a zombie.

Everyone was extremely glad. Zombies were like fingernails, spreading to two people.

If the infected were to mix in with the crowd and get up in the middle of the night to bite people, it was very likely that the team would be wiped out.

There was no need to threaten or bribe them. Everyone was already convinced. Chen Feng was the well-deserved boss.

Everyone stood obediently outside the box and waited for orders.

To Chen Feng, this school was merely a beginner's village. He would have to leave sooner or later.

He was not interested in the long-term plan or sustainable development.

His interest was to explore the infinite unknown.

Walking into a strange and vast world, one would encounter different things and different people every day. That was true life.

However, he still had to stay here for a period of time. Safety was the first priority.

Hence, Chen Feng's first order was to strengthen his defense.

Don't look at the wall of the Blue Sky Professional School. It was three to four meters tall and there were glass shards on it. It looked majestic.

But in fact, it was a jerry-built project. It was built with hollow bricks and covered with a layer of lime.

In the middle of the night, Chen Feng climbed over the wall to play in the underground internet cafe. With just a toothbrush, he could dig a few large holes in the wall.

If zombies or thugs attacked, the defense line would be full of holes.

Chen Feng gave the order. Food and water were provided in unlimited quantities. Everyone moved out together.

He wrapped the bricks and mud with sheets, quilt covers, and clothes and reinforced them along the wall.

Ninety-nine percent of the people who studied in the professional schools were just slacking off.

He didn't study hard, but he was lazy and self-taught.

Even though he said it nicely," I'll go through fire and water for Boss!”However, when it came to work, it was either dawdling or cheating.

Hundreds of people worked hard for a few days before the reinforcement of the wall was barely completed.

Moreover, there were many places where the mounds were too little and too low. They did not meet the requirements at all.

Chen Feng had noticed this long ago. However, he was too lazy to point it out.

This was not a place to stay for a long time. After ten days or half a month, he left. Whether this group of people died or not in the future was none of his business.

In the past few days, other than practicing his spear and archery skills, continuing his medical experiments, and calling himself a beautiful school doctor, Chen Feng had been busy learning how to drive.

He picked out a few old drivers with driver's license from the crowd and guided them step by step.

Driving a motorcycle and a car was a must-have skill in the apocalypse.

Doomsday was great. He didn't have to memorize traffic laws, stop at designated spots, or reverse into the garage. It was quite easy to learn how to drive.

In less than three days, Chen Feng had already grasped the basics and was able to drive around.

He knew very well that in the current world, money and power were unreliable.

Brotherhood would fall out with each other, and underlings would betray each other. Only the ability in one's own hands was the true backing.

In the guard room, in the dark iron house, Wang Eryong was lying weakly on the bunk.

In the past few days, he had been stabbed five or six times and shot three or four times. His entire body was covered in wounds.

It was like a rag doll that had been torn apart and sewn back together.

He had lost too much blood and his wound was inflamed. His fever did not go away and his eyes were red.

Hearing the laughter coming from the direction of the cafeteria, he gritted his teeth and muttered.

"Chen Feng, even if I die, I won't let you off as a ghost!”

"Brother, brother, come and save me."

Just as Wang Eryong was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Suddenly, a weak voice came from the corner of the room.

"Hey, hey, is this Blue Sky Professional School? Please answer if you hear me."

"Eh, it's brother!"

Wang Eryong suddenly quivered. He was too familiar with this voice. It was his biological brother, Wang Dali!

"Impossible, impossible. I must be confused by the fever.”

Wang Eryong shook his head vigorously, thinking that he was hallucinating.

"Blue Sky Professional School, are there any survivors?”

The voice continued, becoming clearer and clearer in the silent night.

"It's true!"

Wang Eryong's spirit was greatly roused, and he hurriedly looked around. He was finally sure that the sound came from under the bunk.

He struggled to his feet, climbed down the bunk, and opened his eyes wide to find a small, flickering red dot.

He stretched out his arm and reached for the red dot.

Soon, his fingertips touched a plastic object. It was a walkie-talkie!

In order to create a harmonious society, every police station in the city had set up security posts in schools, hospitals, and other important units under their jurisdiction, and assigned an auxiliary police officer to guard them.

He was not qualified to carry a gun, only a rubber baton and a walkie-talkie.

The auxiliary police officer at this sentry post had already died. Only the walkie-talkie was still working.

Wang Eryong hugged the walkie-talkie as if he had found a life-saving straw. Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Wang Dali was still speaking through the walkie-talkie.

"This is the police station. If there are any survivors, please reply and send someone to rescue you immediately.”

Wang Eryong pressed the switch with all his might and called out in a hoarse voice.

"Brother-"

"F * ck!"

Hearing his brother's call, the other side of the walkie-talkie immediately cursed.

"Eryong, you're still alive!"

Wang Dali was surprised and happy. On the day of the virus outbreak, he happened to go to the police station. He wanted to fish out a few brothers who had been arrested for fighting and causing trouble.

After the Cataclysm, Wang Dali relied on his own strength and the support of his brothers to turn the tables and kill all the zombies and the police.

Unfortunately, there were no beautiful female police officers in this small police station.

Only the Household Registration Department managed to find a forty-something-year-old fat and strong woman.

If he really did, who knew who would take advantage of him?

The Wang brothers were indeed brothers. The two of them had the same hobby and liked to read online novels.

With the same thought, when the end of the world came, they were not afraid but happy instead. They thought that it was a good opportunity to expand their territory and make contributions.

Ever since he was 16, Wang Dali had been following Huang Xiaotian's father as a lackey. He had been fighting and killing all this time, he was ruthless and experienced.

In the past few days, he had been working hard to collect guns and ammunition, as well as the surrounding resources, food, gasoline, and so on. He was ready to go all out.

Today, in the computer room of the police station, he accidentally discovered a row of walkie-talkies with the names of various places pasted on them.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Wang Dali called out one by one to see if there was anyone alive.

He was prepared to find out the situation and pretend to be a police officer to gain trust. Then, he would rush in to steal the money.

He did not expect to find his own brother!

" Boohoo, brother, come and save me. There's a pervert here…"

Listening to his brother's crying, Wang Dali was burning with anger. He clenched his fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds.

He wanted nothing more than to dash over and kill Chen Feng to save his younger brother.

But he tried to calm down and told himself.

"Those who achieve great things should not be bothered by trifles. They should not be sentimental or soft-hearted!”

It was late at night, and they couldn't even see their own fingers. Zombies were running amok outside, so they couldn't act rashly.

It would not be worth it if he lost his entire team for a younger brother.

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