Chapter 505, Old Power Plant

Someone suddenly spoke on the radio, and the two of them turned pale in fright.

The Mediterranean man quickly looked out the window and re-glued the opened newspaper.

His tone was panicked, "What did you just say?"

The young man was a little unsure, "It seems like someone from Xinfu City is contacting us."

When the two were talking.

The radio sounded again.

"This is the Xinfu City Rescue Team. Can the people in Jinjiang Apartment District hear me?"

The second time, the two heard it clearly.

His face showed joy at the same time.

Really contact yourself.

There is help.

"Die! No one answered."

"There were still people talking two days ago. It shouldn't happen now!"

"Are you serious? Jinjiang Apartment is so densely populated. How can we save people?"

"The most we can do is let them escape on their own and gather somewhere. How can they go in and save people?"

"Bless me, Amen."

On the public frequency band, discussions from other shelters immediately came.

I was surprised that the Xinfu City Base really wanted to save people, and I also wondered if something had happened since no one at Jinjiang Apartment responded.

The young man handed the homemade microphone to the Mediterranean man, "Uncle Wang, tell them quickly."

The Mediterranean man picked up the phone and said, "This is Jinjiang Apartment. Are you here?"

In the radio station, the discussions in various shelters came to an abrupt end.

They all remained quiet, as if waiting for an answer from the other side.

On the radio, a voice came again, "We have arrived at the east gate of Jinjiang Apartment. Please be prepared to evacuate and bring the necessary supplies. Do not bring lethal weapons or infectious dangerous goods."

The eyes of the two people in the room widened instantly.

Are they coming?

At the east entrance of the apartment.

Are the skeletons killing the zombies outside really theirs?

The young man quickly walked to the window, opened it, and stuck his head out to look at the east door.

Looking down, a large number of skeletons surrounded the exaggeratedly modified truck, parked on one side of the road.

"Uncle Wang, there are really survivors, and they really came to pick us up."

The Mediterranean man walked over quickly and looked over.

After the surprise, I felt a little worried.

"Do you want to leave with them? It looks different from other rescue teams." The Mediterranean man suddenly hesitated.

But the young man said firmly, "Uncle Wang, if we don't leave now, we won't survive long if we stay here."

That's right. If you really stay, how long can you live?

"Then go pack your things and take whatever you want with you."

"good!"

The young man went to pack his belongings.

The Mediterranean man picked up the radio microphone again and said: "We saw your convoy and are packing up now."

"Wait for news from us and come back then."

"good!"

…

After the two finished talking, the radio station went silent for a few seconds.

There was noisy discussion again.

"Holy crap, I really went over to save someone!"

"We are on Yunpo Road, can we come to rescue?"

"We are here at Tianhai Building, asking for rescue. There is a lot of money in the safe, and I can give it to you."

“…….”

Calls for help rang out one after another.

People kept reporting their locations and asking for help.

…

The battlefield downstairs.

As the last zombie fell, the entire area became quiet.

A cold wind blew.

The disgusting rotten stench drifted away and filled the air again.

"Clean the battlefield."

The skeletons are back in action, dragging corpses and clearing the way.

Wu Heng opened the panel and looked at the experience points.

[Level: Level 17 (137851/265000)]

The population of provinces and regions is denser than that of ordinary cities.

After coming from the factory, we headed straight to the Jinjiang Apartment. We killed nearly 90,000 zombies along the way.

Calculate at this speed.

After cleaning it twice more, you will almost reach level 18.

Become a fifth-level professional.

The battlefield was pretty much cleaned up.

Wu Heng transformed the corpses of the evolved zombies, collected all the fallen corpse cores, and then began to release the [Dead Corpse Battlefield] along the way.

Skeletons stood up from the ground.

Shaking his body, he slowly joined the queue of skeletons.

Soon, the number of skeletons filled the entire street with no end in sight.

At this time, Qi Hancai came over with two people.

Said: "Wang Haibing used to work in a power company, and Zhang Zhong just graduated from University and studied agriculture."

Then he introduced Wu Heng, "Our leader, you can call him Leader Wu or King."

"Chief Wu." The two of them saluted with some trepidation.

What you see from upstairs is different from the scene.

Because the view upstairs is blocked by the building, only part of it can be seen.

After going downstairs, I realized how terrifying the number of skeletons was.

At that time, someone was leading them, and when they passed through the skeleton team, they even felt that they were being led, step by step, towards the underworld.

I just feel like my body temperature is getting colder.

Only now can I see clearly that the leader is a young man, so young.

Wu Heng nodded and looked at 'Wang Haibing'. He looked somewhat Mediterranean and looked slovenly. He looked like he was over 50 years old.

"Can you design a power plant?"

"I have participated in the design of power plants." Wang Haibing emphasized.

"Can you design it independently? Drawings, various parts and building specifications."

Wang Haibing fell silent, and sweat began to form on his forehead.

After a moment of hesitation, he said, "I dare not lie to you. I think I know the structure and operation of the power plant very well, but the design of the entire power plant requires many people to complete, and I can't do it myself."

In fact, Wu Heng also knew this problem.

The design of a building requires many people to complete.

It is difficult to complete the design of the power plant by rescuing one or two people.

After thinking for a while, Wu Heng asked, "Can you restore the operation of the existing power plant?"

"As long as it is not seriously damaged, I am confident that it can be restored!" Wang Haibing said immediately.

Wu Heng nodded, "Okay, let's go back to the car to rest for a while, and then follow the convoy back to the base."

"Okay." The two walked back to the convoy carefully.

Qi Hancai asked, "Can't they?"

"Take him back to see if the power plant near the factory can be restored to power." Wu Heng continued, "Let everyone search the area nearby, load the useful items onto the truck, and take them back together."

"Okay!" Qi Hancai picked up the walkie-talkie to give instructions.

The survivors began to search the shops on both sides of the road.

A large number of skeletons moved all kinds of supplies onto the truck.

As the sky gradually darkened.

The convoy began to return.

...

When they returned to the factory, it was already pitch black.

Originally, they planned to take the newly joined Wang Haibing to the power plant near the factory.

Because it was too late, they gave up the idea.

They decided to go there tomorrow, and they were not in a hurry.

The rest of the things were left to Qi Hancai, and Wu Heng returned to his dormitory, passed through the boundary gate, and went to the city lord's mansion in Lentam City.

In Lentam City, the sky had also darkened.

He went downstairs carefully and ate something.

He returned to the bedroom again.

It was pitch black in the holiday, and you could vaguely see Wen Mansha lying on her side.

He tiptoed to the bed.

Wen Mansha turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"Did I bother you?" Wu Heng looked into her eyes and asked softly.

"No." Wen Mansha got into his arms and continued, "I contacted Minnie through that radio station during the day. We chatted for a while and missed the time when we were together."

"How is Treasure Island?" Wu Heng hugged her.

"Nothing, Minnie said that a little pirate named Philippa returned to the island and brought back a lot of pirate corpses. Andwell reviewed the caravans on the island, selected several reputable ones for cooperation, and signed a cargo agreement." Wen Mansha recalled and answered softly.

It seems that everything is still normal.

Wu Heng nodded, and his departure did not have much impact on the entire Treasure Island.

After all, when he was there, he often went to the zombie world, and Treasure Island would operate normally.

"I told her about the baby. Minnie is so jealous. She wants to come over to see me next time." Wen Mansha said with a smile.

"It's time to bring them back to see me. There will be a chance!"

"Yeah!" Wen Mansha nodded and replied, pulling his hand to his chest, "It's a little swollen, master, help me rub it."

Wu Heng gently applied force, "It's a lot bigger."

Wen Mansha smiled, "Do you want me to help you?"

"How can I help? It's not convenient for you."

"You sit on the edge of the bed and help me."

Wu Heng got up and put a blanket on her, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wen Mansha knelt in front of her, her movements were slow and gentle.

...

The next day, at the dining table.

Wu Heng and Wen Mansha had breakfast together.

"Is the deputy deacon in the city still an orc shaman?" Wu Heng put down his chopsticks and asked directly.

When he was still the captain of the association.

The deputy deacon of Rentam City is a shaman of the orcs, an honorary deputy deacon of the local area. As long as he is there, the orcs in the city will not cause too much trouble.

He has a strong prestige among the orcs.

"Well, it's still him. Rentam City has basically not changed." Wen Mansha replied.

"What's his name?"

"Eskal."

"Ask him to come over. I got several purchase agreements from the last corpse. Let's see if we can take over." Wu Heng said directly.

The merchant who was killed last time had several purchase agreements in the space ring.

Let's see if we can take over.

Wen Mansha frowned slightly and reminded: "Those orcs are not easy to contact."

"So, we have to talk to this shaman."

Wen Mansha nodded, "Then I ask him to come in the afternoon?"

"Well, come in the afternoon."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Mansha took the housekeeper to the office study.

Wu Heng went upstairs and found a room to go to the zombie world.

...

Walk out of the boundary gate.

Wu Heng walked downstairs slowly.

After waiting at the door for a while, the convoy drove over directly.

Get on the co-pilot.

The convoy drove out of the factory area and headed for the nearby power plant.

This area had been cleared before.

The journey was relatively smooth, and there were no zombies or dangers.

The convoy stopped outside the power plant.

The rusty iron gate was half-closed, and the yard was covered with withered yellow weeds covered with white snow.

Bang~!

The iron gate was directly knocked open.

More than 20 zombies rushed out, crowded and roaring.

Hualala~!

Without giving any orders, the skeleton took a step forward and pushed the zombies that rushed over back with a sharp spear.

Then, dense spears kept falling on the zombies, killing them all.

Let the skeletons open all the doors.

Everyone walked in directly.

The power plant was larger than expected, with huge chimneys, warehouses, and equipment workshops.

Wu Heng stood outside and waited for a while.

Wang Haibing and several survivors who knew electricians came out.

"How is it?" Wu Heng asked.

Wang Haibing said: "I took a rough look and the equipment was automatically shut down. At present, there is no damage. It should not affect the use, but it needs to be carefully checked."

"Is it thermal power generation?"

"Yes! If you want to supply electricity, you need a lot of fuel to provide heat."

Wu Heng nodded, "Pick a few people to be responsible for the inspection here in the next few days, and then I will tell you what to do?"

"Okay." Wang Haibing agreed.

Close the power plant again and leave some skeletons to guard it.

The convoy returned.

...

Afternoon.

Rentam City, City Lord's Mansion.

An orc shaman wearing a tribal robe, leaning on a wooden staff, sat on the sofa in the hall.

Across from him, Wen Mansha smiled and chatted with him.

Footsteps sounded from upstairs.

The old orc shaman raised his head and looked upwards.

Then, his brows slightly frowned.