Chapter Thirteen, Capture the Broadcasting Room
The blazing laser was like the blade of death, sweeping through the corridors where zombies roamed, cutting them into pieces.
Then, a melon grenade exploded in the flower bed at the other end of the corridor, attracting the attention of a large group of zombies and luring these walking zombies who could only rely on sound to find prey away from the school radio room.
Next, Wang Qiu, Doraemon, Fat Tiger, Xiaofu and others jumped into the broken window one after another and landed in the corridor outside the broadcast room, while Nobita Nobita and Shizuka Minamoto drank the [Sound Coagulant], shouted at both ends of the corridor, blocking the road with piles of solid sounds - since they used [Bamboo Dragonfly] to break through from the air, they did not have to fight a bloody path along the corridors and stairs, so they The progress is extremely rapid.
As soon as Fang landed, Wang Qiu felt a frightening atmosphere of terror, rushing towards him in an instant.
——The splashing pus and blood dyed the walls around the broadcast room red. The pungent smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating. There were countless bits and pieces of minced meat, broken bones and organ fragments scattered on the ground. There is also a complete human eyeball...it looks like a slaughterhouse.
Obviously, when the zombie craze just broke out, there should have been a pretty brutal fight... or a massacre.
Next, when he kicked open the ajar door of the broadcast room and looked inside, he was so disgusted that he almost vomited
——In the hazy twilight, I saw a relatively complete "person" lying on another incomplete "person", taking out the intestines and stomach viscera from the other's abdominal cavity with both hands, and slowly putting it into his mouth. Then he took out a bone, put it in his mouth and sucked it loudly...
In an instant, another wave of uncontrollable nausea surged up, and Wang Qiu couldn't help but reach out and cover his mouth.
No matter how many times he had seen this scene of cannibalism, he could not completely avoid the nauseating feeling of stomach cramps.
Hearing the door being kicked open, the zombie inside that was eating people seemed to be aware of it. Like a rusty machine, it slowly turned its head, facing Wang Qiu with half of its bitten face, and then staggered He stood up staggeringly... On his body, the blue overalls of the same style as those of senior Ma Tong had been soaked with blood and turned purple-black, but it was still known that he was a school janitor here during his lifetime.
But now, he is just a man-eating monster... Wang Qiu expressionlessly pulled the trigger of the AK47 assault rifle, letting the continuous bullets shatter his head. The extremely smelly black-red viscous blood and gray-white brains suddenly splashed out in all directions, some splashed on the wall, and some splashed on Wang Qiu's American camouflage military uniform. The zombie's body fell softly, dead. I can't die anymore.
A cloudy eyeball was beaten and flew away with blood, and rolled to Wang Qiu's feet. Wang Qiu, who was already mentally numb, just kicked it away and looked at the messy broadcast room. Room——Obviously, the teacher who issued the evacuation warning in the broadcast room should have had a fierce fight with the zombies before his death, so that he broke a lot of things...
What was even more critical was that too many bullets had been fired from the zombie attack, which further damaged more furniture and equipment.
"...It's so bad, even the computer screen was smashed...It seems that these devices need to be repaired before they can be used. The flesh, blood and human organs on the ground also need to be cleaned up. Xiaohu! Fat Tiger! Come here... Oh, forget it, I’ll do it myself!”
Seeing the two primary school students bending over and vomiting, Wang Qiu shook his head helplessly and looked around. He didn't find any cleaning tools like brooms, so he turned around and opened a suspected mess next to him. The small door of the storage room opened the largest locker inside.
Then, there was only a "pop" sound, and a... unconscious girl with big breasts, black long straight glasses rolled out of the cabinet?
Or... is it a zombie with big breasts, black eyes, and long straight glasses that has been infected?
Well, this is a serious question that requires careful study and detailed investigation.
Wang Qiu touched his chin and began to conduct a careful and comprehensive inspection of the youthful female body - first he opened her mouth and took a look. It looked like her teeth were white and her tongue was very pink. There seemed to be no It exudes an unpleasant stench... Unfortunately, time is limited now, and a group of very disciplined elementary school students are following behind. There is no way to take off her clothes and carefully check whether there are any traces of zombie bites on her skin...
Therefore, Wang Qiu decided to seize the time and get straight to the point. He stretched out his hands to hold her pair of big breasts and kneaded and kneaded them vigorously! ! !
——After witnessing such a cruel apocalyptic scene and killing so many zombies, Wang Qiu also had a lot of psychological pressure that needed to be vented! ! !
Obviously, in front of Doraemon, he couldn't catch a girl and push her down and ride on her, so he had to rub his breasts to calm down the anger.
The pair of elastic breasts in the palm of my hand... are at least E-cup rated! What a nice little cow!
"...Eh? What's going on... Yeah!! No! There's a crazy person out there!!! Uh-"
After waking up from a coma, the busty girl with glasses immediately felt something strange in the sensitive area on her chest.
As a result, the expression on the girl's face was confused and stunned at first, and then quickly turned into anger under Wang Qiu's kneading movements.
——Unbelievable! This weird uncle in camouflage uniforms in front of her actually played with her body while she was unable to resist!
In an instant, the girl's face turned red from shame, and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.
However, just as she subconsciously opened her mouth to scream, she was frightened into silence by the cold gun barrel that suddenly hit her forehead.
"...Name? Identity?" Wang Qiu put the AK47 with the safety off on the girl's forehead and asked in the coldest tone possible.
"...Uh...Minako Matsushima, a first-year student in Class A, the announcer of the school radio station..."
——Classmate Minako Matsushima replied naaaaaaaaaaally, and at the same time she finally realized that the polite and peaceful world before was gone.
"...Very good. Confirmation completed. Still sane and not turned into a zombie..."
Wang Qiu declared in a serious manner, while putting away the rifle and letting go of the busty girl. And Minako Matsushima let out a cry, like a frightened little rabbit, quickly holding her head and shrinking into the corner, her face even more red as if blood was about to drip out at any time.
At the same time, Doraemon had just dragged out the remains of the zombie whose head was shot by Wang Qiu, and was about to come in and drag away another corpse with its internal organs eviscerated. He happened to see Wang Qiu molesting a certain busty girl. The scene of the girl with glasses, but after struggling for a while, I finally had to sigh, "...be careful next time and don't do this kind of thing in front of Nobi Nobita, so as not to teach him a bad lesson..."
But Minako Matsushima's eyes suddenly lit up, "...Wow! This is... Doraemon? I'm not dreaming!"
"...Quiet! Quiet! This Matsushima classmate, even zombies have appeared now, what's so strange about Doraemon coming to save the world?"
Wang Qiu reprimanded her with a straight face. At the same time, he borrowed Doraemon's magical prop [Restoration Light] and began to restore the damaged electronic equipment in the broadcast room to a perfect state one by one, "...you are Announcer, right? Come and help, start up these broadcasting equipment..."
At the same time, Fat Hu and Xiaofu outside the door had finally finished vomiting, and walked in while supporting each other with weak legs. Next, Fujimi Academy ushered in the most lethal and devastating on-campus music broadcast since the establishment of the school...