[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Resisting the kitchen knife, Oulos rushed in, brushing, like beating mobs, leaving pieces of heads on the ground.

Everyone watched Olos' performance in amazement. The huge noise took away a large number of zombies, and they rushed in with confidence.

As soon as Oluosi picked up the discarded plastic bags beside her, she began to pack things, and Mycroft was in charge of noticing the changes by her side.

The time was very tight, because they didn't know if the sound here had disturbed the zombies in other places, but Mycroft turned his head and saw Olos's full bags of clothes, and he was ashamed.

Girls love beauty, and those with high IQs are no exception. Mycroft rubbed his temples to stop Olos' next move.

"Honey, it's not convenient for us to take you away."

Oulos looked at the bags of clothes distressedly, many of them were new models just launched this year, they were all famous brands, and they were free of charge.

In short, the three words "no money" lingered in its mind like a demon, and Oulos curled her lips, feeling unwilling.

"When we get to the safe zone, I'll buy it for you."

Oulos' eyes lit up, waiting for this sentence, and poured out those things with a snap.

In order to prevent Olos from doing something irrational, in the following time, Mycroft made a list very quickly.

"Ahead, the medium-sized sports backpack on the third shelf...."

Oulos took it off very numbly, and then looked at him: "Shouldn't this be something a man does?"

"I don't think I still have the strength to deal with zombies and various emergencies after I've done all this."

Oulos took a sip, and murmured: "If you are weak, just talk about it, you beat around the bush...fatty."

Mycroft felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. He took a slow breath and said, "Turn the left corner, the third shelf, the second row, water..."

"Row four, compressed biscuits..."

— grab it!Quickly throw it to the people behind.

Mycroft packs items into the backpack in hierarchical order, using all the space possible.

The radio in the supermarket suddenly sounded an exciting symphony, and the heartbeat almost slowed down by a beat.

"Ah!" At this moment, the two suddenly heard a scream from the supermarket.

Olos and Mycroft looked at each other, and they started to run at a high speed.

"Damn it, is the announcer in the supermarket Shenjingbing?"

In fact, Olos is telling the truth again.

Mycroft said affirmatively, "It's the voice of a middle-aged uncle."

The sound of the radio was loud, and after a while, groups of zombies appeared in the supermarket, and they moved towards the sound point.

They jumped onto the shelves, running in mid-air in a jumping fashion.

"Hey, Mycroft, I didn't expect you to be quite flexible."

"My fencing has always been No.1."

He opened the little black umbrella, and the little black umbrella immediately turned into a sword, waving it in mid-air very neatly, like a noble knight.

Mycroft said in a deep voice: "The sensitivity of these zombies is obviously different from what we have encountered before."

Oulos complained, "It's really difficult."

"The skull is too hard, there are too many zombies, cutting the neck is too exhausting."

Mycroft frowned and said coldly: "Attack their temples."

The incident took place in the alcohol and tobacco area. A middle-aged man was lying on the side of the shelf. His right leg was dripping with blood. Judging from the marks, he should have been bitten. Others were brandishing weapons to fight against waves of zombies. It seems that these people have been acting together, so why was this middle-aged man the only one who was bitten?

Mycroft jumped down from the top of the shelf, and Olos followed closely. Everyone saw a few sharp lights flashing in the air. The zombie was split in half and fell to the ground, splashing rotten blood all over the place. .

Everyone ran out desperately, Oulos and Mycroft were behind, they glanced at the middle-aged man by the shelf, and groaned in their hearts, isn't this their manager?It's easy enough to just throw it away!

The two of Oulos ran to the glass door non-stop, but were shocked to find that... a wooden stick was stuck on the door from the outside and blocked it.

"Mycroft."

She murmured, I am really not suitable for dealing with ordinary people.

Olos immediately felt the malice from the whole world.

Is this to kill them?

Supermarket Red suddenly heard several gunshots. It turned out that it was Mycroft who pulled out the pointed end of the fencing, and the handle of the umbrella instantly became a mini gun.

"Oulos, it's not the time to be in a daze."

A few zombies fell down, and after a while, new zombies filled that seat, damn it.

Mycroft was so red-eyed, he cursed a few words, and when he turned his head, he saw Olos still motionless, and then he saw the wooden stick on the latch.

"damn it."

There was a flash of cruelty in the amber eyes, and the red pupils shrank slightly. Mycroft grabbed the kitchen knife from Oluosi and rushed over.

Oulos also reacted, and knocked the zombie to the ground with a few whirlwind legs.It's just that there are so many zombies that can't be killed. He grabbed Oluosi's hand, and the two jumped onto the platform, jumped to another higher platform, and ran quickly on the shelves.

Then they hid in the monitoring room, and after making sure that there was no danger, they sat down with peace of mind.

Olos hugged Mycroft's waist, leaned her head on his chest, and said sullenly: "Mycroft, I always seem to be unable to communicate with normal people."

"They locked us here."

Holding her face in his hands, Mycroft said seriously, "Olos, it's not your fault."

"I know, you've always wanted to change yourself, but... it's the end of the world, and you've done a good job, Olos."

Oulos' eyes were red, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she wiped away the inexplicable tears, feeling her nose sore. "But I'm just a freak, not even a human being."

Mycroft suddenly realized that Olos had always cared about his identity as a cyborg. He frowned, looked at her seriously and said, "You are not a freak, you are my favorite, Mycroft Holmes. people."

Oulos smiled through tears: "Nimma, do you want to be so sensational, Mycroft, you used this trick to catch up with many girls, right?"

"Thanks to you, I've been busy with business." A bottle of pure water was handed to Olos, and she heard McCoff's "sparse" voice, he opened the computer bag and was turning on the computer.

He said, "Recharge your batteries here."

Oulos was annoyed: "Is the computer your life?"

Mycroft said leisurely: "Our fate."

"I have to keep abreast of what's going on outside to adjust our plans."

Olos straightened up and glanced at the silent control room.

She said with a cold face, "Someone has been here."

Looking at the constantly refreshing computer in front of him, Mycroft frowned and said, "It's one of the group just now, he sneaked in here and controlled the broadcaster."

"Why would they do that?"

"Who knows?"

"Hey buddy, shall we go by car?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Don't ignore me, what I said is true."

The Bombay cat in front stopped impatiently and looked at the gloomy-looking Garfield.

"All traffic has stopped," he explained.

"All human transportation facilities."

Lance led Sherlock to a sewer in London.

The yellow cat's paw knocked on the well water cover a few times, and a gray kitten crawled out from the cover and meowed towards them. It seemed to be a cat that had lived in the sewer for a long time. There are patches of black spots, obviously stained by mud.Sherlock thought he wouldn't understand what the cat was saying, but he did, from a cat's point of view.

"Meow meow~ where are you going?"

Garfield smiled flatteringly: "Institute, meow~"

The gray fur cat seemed a little unhappy.

"Meow~ I can send you to a distance of ten kilometers nearby, but you must deliver six dried fish."

The world of cats has already developed to the point where dried fish is used as currency. Garfield took out six dried fish and a piece of potato chips from his pocket, and said cheerfully: "I hope that before night comes, Arriving, this is a little thought."

The gray cat seemed to be in a much better mood all of a sudden, and even looked at them with an inexplicable admiration.

"I'll try my best, meow~"

Sherlock noticed that there was a long steel wire above the sewer, and several buckets hung on it, which could easily touch the water surface. Obviously, they had to sit inside and use the wind direction of the sewer and the speed of the water flow to get where they wanted to go.

On the road, the gray cat chatted with them from time to time, such as today's weather is good, today's road is smooth and so on, unexpectedly cold.

Sherlock calculated the flow rate of the water and the strength of the wind, as well as the resistance they endured, predicting that they would arrive in five hours, and this smell was very smoky.

Sherlock pretended to be casual and asked, "Is there anything unusual recently?"

"Abnormal?" The gray cat tilted its neck, looked confused, and said, "Except for the fact that there have been fewer passengers recently, there is nothing else going on."

Garfield asked exaggeratedly: "Didn't you encounter zombies here?"

"No~meow~."

Garfield pretended to be sad and said: "It's a mess up here."

Although he is not very sad, this is not his hometown anyway, he is fine now, Xiaofei Die is not here, no matter what, Lance thought silently.

"Oh, I thought there would be trouble, but it really didn't." The gray cat shrugged.

"Why are you going there?"

Garfield said: "We plan to go there to investigate the pathogen of the zombies."

The gray cat took a bite and said disdainfully: "There are too many cats who want to be heroes these days."

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