The night is dark and windy.

West Market.

Entrance to the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum Museum.

Zheng Shiwu and Black Hand are in the building above that looks like a sentry tower.

The wind blew loudly, and the iron basin on the ground was rubbed against the floor tiles, making a sizzling sound, breaking the silent night.

Wuwuwu——

The cold wind kept blowing in through the gap under the iron door, making the two of them a little cold.

Zheng Shiwu was lying on the ground. After all, he couldn't lie down anymore. He turned on the flashlight and shined it on the iron door, a small gap of less than half a centimeter.

He sat up and looked around but couldn't find anything suitable to fill the gap.

The iron cabinet pushed behind the iron door is hanging in the air and has gaps.

Suddenly, he saw the surveillance screen hanging on the wall, so he stood up.

Find the multifunctional dagger from the backpack, which has the function of a screwdriver. Unscrew the screws on the monitoring screen and take off the monitoring screen.

He dismantled four screens in succession and stacked them aside. Then he pushed the iron cabinet away and stuffed the four screens against the ground into the gaps under the iron door.

not bad!

At least it blocked most of the wind. It was already cold at night in the northwest.

He still lay on the ground to sleep. If he was blown by the wind all night, it would be difficult for him to fall asleep and he would easily get sick.

Black Hand was awakened by the noise he made, "Old Zheng."

"Huh? What's going on?" Zheng Shiwu finished all this and lay back in the sleeping bag.

"Have you been to the Northwest?" Blackhand asked.

Zheng Shiwu lay down in his sleeping bag and found a comfortable position to stop, "I've been there before. When I was a soldier, I stayed in Western Province for two years."

"Western Province? It must be very cold."

"It's cold, it's so cold. I wear two warm clothes inside, plus a combat uniform, plus a cold-proof suit, and a layer of rainproof clothing outside. I wish I could put on all my clothes. At that time, I was confronting Ah San..."

"So that's it. I once went to Tianzhu to carry out an assassination mission. The moment I got off the plane, the smell of shit hit my face. It made me collapse for a few days, and I almost completed the mission again and again."

"Which organization are you from?"

"Death organization."

"oh."

"Have you heard of it?"

"I've heard that you are a Class A killer?"

"Yes, it seems you really know. What tasks do you usually do when you go to Blackwater Company?"

"Blackwater? They usually assassinate leaders in the Middle East. Did Lao Sa know before? We were the ones who caught him."

"6."

…

The two of them chatted like this, getting to know each other better and better.

Bang!

There was a loud noise from the square inside the gate!

The two people who were chatting suddenly stopped and got up at the same time.

"What's the sound?" Blackhand asked.

"have no idea."

Ho ho ho!

At this moment, a roar came from the direction inside the mausoleum.

"Zombies, they should be wall-climbing zombies!"

Black Hand asked in surprise: "How did you know it was a wall-climbing zombie?"

"Listen to the sound, the roar of the wall-climbing zombies is sharper and more penetrating. You can hear it if you listen carefully." Zheng Shiwu replied calmly.

Blackhand got up from the cot, carried the gun and came to the door. He put his ear between the wall and the door and listened carefully.

After listening for a while, he said to Zheng Shiwu: "It seems that it is coming towards us!"

Zheng Shiwu also got up and took out the night vision device from his backpack, "Here, put this on."

"What is this?"

"Night Vision Goggles."

"Damn, there's this thing!"

Quickly putting on night vision goggles, the two of them could roughly see their surroundings without turning on the lights.

Bang!

A wall-climbing zombie hit the iron door. Under the huge force, the dust that shook the subway door rustled down, and the originally rolled up wall also fell down.

"It's okay, wall-climbing zombies can't break through the iron door. I tested it during the day and couldn't break it down!" Black Hand said with a smile.

Zheng Shiwu shook his head and said:

"This wall-climbing zombie has a very good sense of smell. The gap in the room we are staying in is so small that wall-climbing zombies can find us. It's strange!"

"There's nothing strange about this."

Black Hand waved his hand and said:

"If it rains heavily, the zombies' sense of smell will be more sensitive, so where will they go?"

Bang bang bang!

I don’t know why, but the wall-climbing zombies outside are attacking more and more violently.

And it doesn't feel tired at all, it keeps hitting.

jingle——

A part fell off the iron door.

"No, there's something wrong with the iron door. Come and help!"

Zheng Shiwu heard the sound of parts falling on the ground and felt something was wrong. He immediately rushed behind the iron cabinet and pushed back hard.

"how so!"

"Wait!"

The black hand looked around, and then pushed the big table against the small window hard.

"Get out of the way." Blackhand yelled.

Zheng Shiwu stepped aside, and the black wooden table was pressed against the iron cabinet in the next second. The black hand threw a few chairs behind the black table.

The room was not big to begin with. The distance from the iron door to the opposite wall was only about two meters. Now, within these two meters, there were iron cabinets, a big black table, and a few chairs. The chairs were stuck between the wall and the black table.

This time I have withstood it!

But the wall-climbing zombies outside still didn't give up, and kept hitting them. But with the black table and iron cabinet blocking them, they probably couldn't break open.

Amidst this collision, the two looked at each other at the ceiling.

Click click click!

These zombies are really trying to lift the roof tiles!

"Old Zheng, these wall-climbing zombies are going to overwhelm us!" Black Hand looked at the ceiling with some worry.

Since this is the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum Museum, the buildings built here are in an antique style in order to better fit the style here.

The roof above is covered with tiles, but these tiles are different from the ancient tiles. The ancient tiles were covered with tiles, while the tiles above their heads were covered with a layer of cement and attached to the cement.

Much more stable.

However, due to the impact of natural disasters over the past few years, the tiles above have become somewhat loose.

"It's okay. Reinforced concrete is poured on the top. The top tiles are just for decoration, so there's no problem." Zheng Shiwu said.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When he chose this place as his shelter tonight, he naturally checked the stability of the house.

In the dark night, these zombies kept hitting the iron door.

Wow!

The glass of the small window was smashed by a wall-climbing zombie.

A long, thin zombie arm stretched out, groping around.

Since this small window is only a dozen centimeters long and wide, wall-climbing zombies cannot get in no matter how small their bodies are.
To be continued...