fictional doomsday

Chapter 119 Only take the good stuff

An hour later, the two arrived at the back door of the supermarket. Wu Xian looked at the zombies walking in the supermarket and had a headache. Previously, these zombies all ran outside the supermarket because of the energy rain. Now that the rain has stopped and the sun has come out, they are all gone again. After hiding back in the supermarket, the rolling shutter door that had been broken by the zombies was now useless. The zombies could pass through the broken gap unimpeded.

Wu Xian glanced at Long Changshu behind him and said in a deep voice: "Old man, get ready to take action. There are at least thirty zombies inside now. If you want to eat, you have to kill them!"

"Tch, aren't you bragging that you're not afraid of three to four hundred zombies? There are only over thirty zombies, what can you say to me? Why don't you just go in directly? Do you still need to discuss tactics with me? "Long Changshu said disapprovingly.

"Didn't I tell you in advance so that you don't have to go in later? Master, you are careless. It would be bad if you get hurt!"

"It's up to me to do this. I'll leave the decision to you, kid. I'll help you guard outside and prevent the zombies outside from getting in!" Long Changshu waved his hand, looking righteous.

When Wu Xian heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Good guy, he just boasted, and now comes retribution. Wu Xian shook his head, pulled out the Tang Dao behind him, and killed directly. Of course, he still used the ability "Controller" To avoid being attacked by zombies, Wu Xian used the Tang knife and recurve bow in his hands to clear up the zombies at the back door of the supermarket in five or six minutes.

As for what's inside the supermarket, Wu Xian's ability doesn't cover enough, and he doesn't know how many zombies there are inside. He plans to let Mr. Long come in to get some food first, while he continues to clean up the zombies in the back, and also clears the main entrance of the supermarket. Close it, and then find a way to push the checkout counter to the back door to block the gap, and the supermarket will be closed again. It can be regarded as a semi-safe base. There are so many food inside, we can't waste it. Maybe in the future Will come again.

After Wu Xian called Long Changshu into the supermarket, he walked into the supermarket. Seven or eight minutes later, Wu Xian dragged his tired body back to the exit of the supermarket and saw Mr. Long eating bread and drinking a small drink. liquor.

Wu Xian walked aside and picked up a bottle of juice on the ground, took a sip, and then said: "Old man, if you don't do me a favor, there are more zombies behind you. I am exhausted and my knife is going to be blunt!" "

"Aren't they just a few zombies? If young people are capable, just put in more effort. The benefits will outweigh the disadvantages!" Long Changshu took another sip of Erguotou, and then said: "Brother Wu, where are you going to take me next? My granddaughter Do you have a clue where it is now?"

"I don't know if they will go to the university I mentioned before. Anyway, I'd better go and have a look first. If it's still not there, we'll discuss it then. We'll take some college students to drive out to look for it. It's better than looking for it on two legs now. Much faster!”

"Well, it's up to you!"

After Long Changshu finished speaking, he began to pack things into his tactical backpack, including bread, instant noodles, ham sausage, dried fish and dried meat, eight-treasure porridge. In addition to these, he also stuffed wine into his bag. Many shelves in the supermarket were hit by zombies. Unfortunately, only the wine cabinet was made of wood and built into the wall, which saved him from the disaster, which allowed Mr. Long to take the Maotai and Wuliangye in the wine cabinet.

When Wu Xian saw this, he remembered the cigarettes he had picked up from the male corpse in the supermarket. The pack had been lost long ago.

He finally found the front desk of the supermarket, looked in the glass display case, and found that the cigarettes he smoked were from Liqun (Qiantang) and sold for 60 yuan a pack. Then he held the glass display case with both hands and jumped in. No wonder he hadn't seen it often. A pack of cigarettes worth sixty yuan had never been smoked by him before.

wu , Yellow Crane Tower, Furong King, Double Happiness, Hongta Mountain, etc., and many other cigarettes that he has never seen before. Although he doesn't recognize them, these cigarettes have price tags. Naturally, Wu Xian doesn't pick the right ones, only the expensive ones. .

He first took a bag of Zhonghua (Golden Thin Branch) priced at 100 yuan a bag, Wu Xian took a bag, and then took a bag of Baisha (He Tianxia Exclusive) and Baisha (He Tianxia Tianxia Shaoshan), both of which cost 100 yuan. Yes, Wu Xian doesn't even look at anything else except cigarettes worth more than yuan.

Yellow Crane Tower (1916), both hard shell and soft shell are priced at 100 yuan each. Wu Xian finally bought the hard shell, but it was fine. He just thought the color looked better. Later he bought Yuxi (realm). ) costs 100 yuan per pack. It is also hard-shelled and has a better appearance. He has never seen the brand Jiaozi, but he is not an old smoker. It is normal that he does not know it, but this does not prevent him from taking it. The Jiaozi (wide and narrow, sweet and fragrant), the Seven Wolves (the middle branch of the Golden Brick), which are priced at 100, have a very eye-catching appearance, and are priced at 100. The name Taishan (Buddha's Light) sounds very fairy-like, and the price is 100, and the Huangshan (in the center of Tiandu) The scenery on the cigarette case is beautiful, and the price is 100. Wu Xian doesn't like the other cigarettes. Although there are many good cigarettes, he can't fit so many in his tactical backpack, so he only chooses the expensive ones. Yes, there are cigarettes that are pleasing to the eye, and of course there are cigarettes that sell for packs. Liqun (Fuchunshanju) Wu Xian saw that there was only a solitary pack, which was probably the treasure of the supermarket, so he was reluctant to take it.

Just when Wu Xian was about to leave with the harvest, he saw Mr. Long coming over with a bag on his back. When he saw the cigarettes on the counter, he immediately became happy and shouted: "Wu boy, please bring me a few bags." Hongta Mountain and Double Happiness!”

Wu Xian couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Sir, if you don't take so many good cigarettes, you only choose these cigarettes worth more than ten yuan to smoke!"

"You know nothing! I smoked these cigarettes when we were fighting in the Vietnam War. Many of the old brands have disappeared. Only Hongtashan and Double Happiness are still available. I am just nostalgic. You are still young and don't understand! You are very agile. point!"

Wu Xian was speechless and took a few packages from the counter, and they were of different types. However, Mr. Long was not interested in the expensive ones and liked to pick the cheap ones.

"Where's the fire! What's the matter with just smoke but no fire?" Mr. Long put the cigarette in his mouth before he remembered, and looked at Wu Xian and asked.

"How did I know!" Wu Xian complained while searching the counter, but he couldn't find a lighter. It is probably because the supermarket does not allow lighters to customers, so they have all been hidden.

Wu Xian was looking for it and found a side door next to the front desk. He opened the door and saw that it was a warehouse for storing cigarettes. There were all kinds of cigarettes inside. Wu Xian was in a corner of the shelf. I saw dozens and dozens of lighters with the logos of various cigarette manufacturers printed on them. They were probably given by the supermarket when buying cigarettes.

Wu Xian casually picked up a few lighters and gave them to the old man first, then returned to the warehouse and began to pack cigarettes. The two he just took were two of each kind, and the two hundred and one packs from the store (Fuchun Shanju) he He didn't forget to take them either, and then picked out a whole box of windproof lighters. Then he walked out of the warehouse with satisfaction. Of course, he didn't forget to get Mr. Long a few cigarettes he liked to smoke.