Three Hundred and Ninety Nine, It's Hard Not to Think Fast

Luo Feifan just smiled and said:

"The road to the north of Hubei is closed. We are following the big army and preparing to retreat to Xiangcheng. Why, you didn't meet that big army?"

"a ha ha ha"

The punk laughs and shakes the machine gun clipped to the car window,

"Big? Is it as big as our convoy? We just passed by the direction of Xiangcheng and didn't go in. I don't know which army you are talking about. I think the front is quite safe. Why are you withdrawing? Why don't you come with us and those troops?" Fucking zombies fight, let's have a good time!"

"Hehehe. ┡『Text ΔWx-on:w%W. Ke Wai Shu ．O R: G>【No pop-up novel network】"

Luo Feifan also laughed, looking at the punk man, and then at the cars behind the punk man's jeep, they were all jeeps, convertibles, sports cars and other luxury cars, and the people in the car also looked like rock bands, leather jackets, Colorful hairstyles, nose rings, earrings and lip rings.

Some brought female votes, some did not, and the style was quite uniform, not like a team of survivors put together after the end of the world.

Luo Feifan just smiled and said: "The zombies in front have evolved to be very ferocious. Not to mention the copper skin and iron bones, their tongues are like frogs, they can catch humans, not only zombies, but also mutant mice and cats in front of them."

"Cat and mouse..."

The punk man wearing sunglasses had a funny expression on his face, stood on the seat and waved his hand, nonchalantly said:

"That's right, let these little bastards see how powerful our submachine guns are."

The "rock bands" in the car behind them all started booing, with the madness of being drunk today.

Seeing that they couldn't be persuaded, Luo Feifan shook his head, got back into the car, honked the horn, and the leader of the car started driving, slowly brushing past the punk men's survivor team, when it was Luo Feifan's turn , he rolled down the car window while driving, looked at the punk man outside the car window and asked:

"When you came all the way, you really didn't see a big team? It's a big team. It's going in the direction of Xiangcheng. It's estimated that there are thousands of people."

The punk boy shrugged, and a little boy who drove him said: ..

"As soon as we got off the National Highway from the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway, we went straight north and didn't enter Xiangcheng."

That means estimated,

Has the big team that Luo Feifan mentioned has already entered Xiangcheng? !

But is it that fast?

Not only did Luo Feifan have doubts in his heart, but Anran, who was sitting in the training car, also had doubts in his heart. Back then, Anran and Yun Tao stopped and stopped along the way, but they walked the national highway for more than half a month before leaving Hunan. I walked from the city to Tiesi Village, and at that time I also took a section of the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway.

Nowadays, the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway does not take a step, but the national highway. How can Tang Jianjun run so fast with the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant with several calories? In one night, they all entered Xiangcheng? !

The reality confirmed what the punk boy said. After passing by the punk boy team, An Ran really knew why Tang Jianjun's team ran so fast. There are no shadows.

In such a safe environment, it is difficult for the team to think quickly.

The car ran all the way, and halfway there, a national highway gas station stood there, and Zhan Lian said to An Ran, who was holding a baby in the back of the car:

"I'll go see if there's oil in it."

"it is good."

An Ran nodded, and as the car drove into the gas station, she closed her eyes and felt the environment here. The surrounding plants were very quiet, and there were no ones clamoring for danger. Occasionally, there were some mutated animals that were about to develop, which could not attract attention. What a big problem.

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