The truck driver was about to bite Mr. Lin's neck. A white light flashed, and the fierce truck driver suddenly froze. A bloodline appeared on his neck, and then blood continued to gush out of the bloodline, and the entire head fell down!

Mr. Lin's clothes were stained red by the blood of the truck driver. Worried that he would be infected by the virus, Zhang Huang was stunned and tried his best to push the body off himself, and then took off his shirt. He said in a panic: "I'm dead now!"

Xie Chengbin cut a piece of fabric from the truck driver's clothes and handed it to Mr. Lin to wipe it. "As long as the blood is not allowed to enter the body, it should be fine."

"Or why don't we forget it? This is crazy!" Mr. Lin, who had just walked around the gates of hell, was a little timid and began to give up.

Looking at the messy street, Xie Chengbin sighed and said lightly: "I don't force you if you want to leave, but as long as we kill one more zombie, the city will be more safe. Maybe this behavior is just a drop in the bucket, but maybe it can help some people solve the urgent problem, just like I saved you the same truth."

Xie Chengbin's words were not incitement, but Mr. Lin was filled with blood and his body was filled with positive energy. His previous timidity was wiped out, and he replaced it with righteousness. "Listen to your words is better than ten years' book! I feel ashamed when I think about it carefully. I decided to stay and help you. Even if I pay this life, I will do whatever I can!"

After saying that, he resolutely got on the small truck. Even if the steering wheel was still stained with zombies, he didn't care. He twisted the key with his right hand to start the small truck!

At the critical moment, people placed their hopes on the shelter, but no one expected that this shelter carrying hope was invaded by the zombie virus. The military was unable to contact him for a long time, so they had to drive the transport boat over and dock directly in the sixteen lanes next to the shelter. With the help of the police, they boarded the transport boat and fled directly.

This is an unprecedented escape. There are zombies inside and outside the shelter, and everyone is in danger. If you can escape, then you will be blessed.

The width of the sixteen lanes in both directions is just enough to accommodate the docking transport boats. As long as the driver passes the technical skills, it should not cause friction with the buildings on both sides, but it is inevitable that the street lights will be damaged.

The zombies outside the shelter were crowded with people, like a vast ocean. A bow transport boat slowly landed, and the strong airflow ejected from the bottom blew the zombies around, and the mechanical feet protruding from the bottom were respectively stepped on the sidewalks or roads and on the green belts.

The zombies that were blown away gathered again, rushing towards the transport boat one after another. The mechas guarding outside the shelter took action to stop them, making it difficult for the zombies to move forward.

The door of the shelter was closed was opened again, and four doors were opened on each side of the first bow transport boat. The first group of citizens ran out of the shelter and began to board the first bow transport boat.

Then the mecha divided into a group and went further to clear a safe area to ensure that the second batch of citizens boarded the second bow transport boat safely, and then the second batch of citizens boarded the second bow transport boat as they wished.

At this time, the number of mechas was insufficient to extend the distance, so they could only send a micro mecha to clean up. As a result, the third group of citizens boarded the third bow transport boat safely.

The mechas were sent out, and then they could only use firearms to clear further areas with bare hands. Although the effect was not as good as the mechas, after all, if the zombies did not hit the vital point, the fourth group of citizens also boarded the fourth bow transport boat as they wished.

The problem is that all the mobilized police forces have been dispatched, and there is no way to clear the farther area. The remaining citizens cannot board the transport boat. There are still zombies in the shelter. The situation in the shelter has long been out of control. Time has no longer allowed the transport boat to reposition. Hundreds of thousands of lives waiting for rescue are in danger. If they cannot be arranged to leave in time...

"...The bright moon shines, the road is long, people will grow old, their hearts will never grow old, they can't love, they can't let go, they can't forget your goodness..."

Just when everyone was at a loss, a small truck was slowly driving over. The small truck was playing a song called "Jianghu Laughing". The melodious and loud songs attracted the nearby zombies like whirlpools.

"...It seems that flowers are not flowers, fog, and fog, and the surging rivers cannot be kept. They are full of passion and ambition, and it turns out that heroes are lonely..."

Most zombies are attracted by singing, and the pressure to suppress zombies is reduced sharply. The safe area surrounded by zombies is rapidly expanding. Citizens can finally continue to board other transport boats.

People only know how to escape, but not many people know why zombies suddenly decrease. After all, the small trucks are a bit far away from them, and the singing is also covered by gunfire nearby.

The last group of citizens finally boarded the transport boat. One of these citizens was a reporter. He accidentally saw the zombies on the periphery retreating in the opposite direction. He felt strange, so he immediately found a position beside the cabin window after boarding the transport boat. When he looked out the window, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Most of the zombies were attracted by a mysterious small truck. What’s strange is that when the zombies approached the small truck, they would be killed for no reason. This small truck was simply a meat grinder!

As a reporter, of course I wanted to take this strange phenomenon, so I took out my phone and turned on the photo function.

When the camera button is pressed, the screen is instantly frozen, and there is a blurry figure on the back of the small truck in the photo!

After being shocked, the reporter seemed to realize something. He resisted the urge to shout loudly and took several more photos, and finally took a clearer photo.

In the photo, a burly man kneeled on one knee on the cab, holding the Japanese knife in his left hand and holding the Japanese knife in his chest with his right hand. He was preparing to slash the zombie around him. The only drawback was that he only took a picture of the side back and did not see the true face of the man.

When all the citizens boarded the transport boats, the police also retreated to the command center. The transport boats took off one after another. The strong airflow from the propeller blew the nearby zombies and corpses all over the sky...

Late at night, Mr. Lin and Xie Chengbin were eating in a supermarket. Because they were both worried, they didn’t eat much.

"Brother, I don't know what to call you yet." Mr. Lin handed Xie Chengbin a glass of red wine.

"My name is Xie Chengbin." Ashamed, Xie Chengbin didn't know how to drink at all, but he took the wine glass and drank it all. Suddenly, the hot wine spread from his throat to his stomach, and a heat spread from his back to the back of his head, and he could feel the earlobes were very hot.

"Seeing that you are young, I'll ask you, Brother Xie, are you here by me? "If I immigrate here, my family may be gone now.

Xie Chengbin hasn't smoked for a long time, and he is addicted to smoking at this time. He just finished smoking one and immediately lit another one. "No, I'm here to work."

"Oh, it's not easy for life! I haven't earned money yet but lost my life." Perhaps Mr. Lin thought they would die without a doubt, and he said frowning.

"Where are you?" Xie Chengbin saw that Mr. Lin had no appetite, so he handed him a cigarette.

After taking the cigarette, Mr. Lin slowly took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. "My name is Lin Jiatao. It took me half a lifetime to get the "City Planner Qualification Certificate". I originally thought that Sinard showed his skills, but I didn't expect that I would encounter this before I took office. I was so unlucky!"

"What if I say I can give you a chance to show off your skills?" In Xie Chengbin's opinion, the culprit is Vimae. If you want to fight Vimae, you must have enough capital. The best way is to establish your own power, and the Star of God is the best choice. If you want to transform the Star of God, you need someone like Lin Jiatao.

Lin Jiatao smiled happily when he heard this, but his smile lasted for only three seconds before he recovered from his previous depression. "We are all about to die here, what's the use of those?"

"No! We will be able to leave here tomorrow. If we leave all the architectural plans of a planet to you, how long will it take to complete it?" Xie Chengbin said solemnly, not like a joke at all.

"This..." Lin Jiatao didn't expect that Xie Chengbin would be the entire planet as soon as he said it, and he was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time.

No wonder Lin Jiatao was surprised to this expression. After all, he is a planner rather than an architect. His main job is to propose planning plans for investors. If investors feel satisfied, then leave it to the architect to build according to this plan.

As soon as Xie Chengbin spoke, he saw the entire planet, which not only included administration, industry, commerce, entertainment, residential, water conservancy, etc. within the city, but also agriculture, military, mining, etc. outside the city. In short, it is a very huge project!

"What? Who was sighing just now that he had no place to use his skills? Could it be that he was discouraged when he heard the whole planet? If it really doesn't work, he won't force you." Xie Chengbin used the provocation method lightly.

Self-esteem was severely hit, and Lin Jiatao gritted his teeth and agreed. "Who said I can't do it anymore! I guarantee to complete the task within 20 years!"

For a planet, twenty years is very short, but Xie Chengbin is not satisfied. "It's too long, if I can provide all the manpower and resources, how long will it take?"

The twenty years Lin Jiatao said were measured according to the standards of the largest construction company in the universe. Unexpectedly, this was too slow, so he just sat on the ground and was too lazy to bargain with Xie Chengbin, and picked up the wine glass to pour wine into his mouth. "Oh, let's stop going around, be more cheerful, just give me a deadline."
Chapter completed!