In Oil City.

The third uncle was sitting in the conference room, looking at the screen behind the table.

The picture on the screen is shocking.

The number of zombies stacked up is unpredictable, at least hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

And this number is still rising.

If there was no moving knife to continuously cut away the stacked zombies,

It is estimated that the zombies have already climbed to a height of more than ten meters, and may even have entered the base.

There are too many people in the trading bazaar, and the popularity is very strong, attracting a large number of zombies.

...

"Cameras No. 1 and 8 installed outside the wall of the trading market were destroyed, but the remaining thirteen cameras are still intact." Dongtai said while looking at the surveillance screen.

These cameras were all transported from the base headquarters. Logically speaking, in such a large area as the trading market, only fifteen cameras outside the wall are not enough.

But there is no way. After so many years of natural disasters, many cameras are broken. Even if some have been repaired, there are always some that cannot be repaired well.

The warehouse that originally stocked a lot of cameras was somewhat stretched.

This time only forty cameras were sent.

In order to protect these cameras, they have thought of various ways.

Stages for placing cameras were built using reinforced concrete at fixed locations.

It is framed with bulletproof glass and a concrete barrier is built above.

But even so, two cameras were still scrapped under the violent storm.

The third uncle looked at the monitoring screen and said solemnly:

"Always pay attention to the situation of the mobile knife."

"Okay, Minister." Dongtai nodded after hearing this.

The doors and windows in the conference room are closed.

Smoke billows.

The third uncle wore Martin boots and stepped on the water on the ground, causing water to splash everywhere.

It has been raining heavily for two days, and there is some water accumulation in Oil City.

Lao Yi next to him saw that his third uncle seemed a little worried, so he comforted him:

"Minister, don't worry, the water is only a few centimeters thick.

There was a natural disaster before, and I was stationed here in Oil City. At that time, the water had risen to two meters high. It was still okay, so we just went upstairs."

The third uncle glanced at him and was too lazy to answer his words.

Can that be the same?

At that time, the drainage system in Oil City had not been upgraded yet. The drainage system here had been upgraded twice, and there was still water accumulation...

call--

But if you think about it carefully, this is a plain after all, not a highland.

Besides, it's raining so hard now, so it's normal for some water to accumulate.

If this level of precipitation is maintained, it is estimated that the water level will not rise too high.

"Open the drainage system gate to the maximum!" Uncle San said to Lao Yi.

"yes."

Lao Yi immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Changsheng, take two people to open the drainage gates of Oil City and Trading Market."

With its floating design, the drainage gate can be opened manually without having to run under the fence.

Just go to the control room to adjust.

This control room not only controls the mobile gate blades, but also controls the gates of the drainage system.

Changsheng stayed in the control room, waiting for orders to make adjustments at any time.

"Copy that." After Changsheng heard what Lao Yi said, he quickly said to the combatants next to him:

"Drainage gates, all open, open to the maximum."

Bang!

The combatants push the putter to the highest position.

Then the barriers to the trading market were opened to the maximum.

Crash--

After the drainage gate is opened to the maximum, the water near the wall instantly flows toward the drain outlet.

A vortex formed at the drain.

.......

Trading bazaar.

The area where Southern Paradise is located.

"Master Hu, the water has receded." Wu Xing said excitedly to Master Hu, who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden box.

Master Hu glanced at the water below and sighed.

"I don't know what happened to Madman and the others at the base..."

The room was extremely humid, so Master Hu got off the box wearing slippers.

I walked to the pieced-together steel frame bed, climbed on it, wiped my feet with a piece of cloth, and lay down on the bed.

This bed is not against the wall because the walls are covered with water drops.

But even though it wasn't next to the window, the bedding on the bed was still a little damp.

Master Hu was a little tired and slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, a drop of water fell from the ceiling.

It fell on his forehead.

He opened his eyes instantly and wiped the water drops from his forehead.

I want to curse!

But he still restrained himself.

The house he was in had no windows.

Although he asked people to use iron boxes and other things to block it, the wind and rain outside were too strong.

Water vapor gets in through the gaps and gets in everywhere.

This time there was no sleepiness at all.

He opened a wooden box beside the bed and took out a cigar.

The cigar was also damp, making it a bit choking to smoke.

"Cough cough cough."

Wu Xing saw Master Hu like this, so he said:

"Master Hu, why don't we talk to the people in Oil City and let us in? This house is really simple."

Master Hu coughed a few times, waved his hands and said:

"No, it's not appropriate. They probably won't agree."

"Besides, it's so windy and rainy outside that we can't get out, so don't mess around."

Master Hu sighed again. He had sighed countless times in the past few days.

He couldn't understand why it was so wet.

It's been raining, so the water vapor has condensed into rain.

The leader of a large force, but he stayed in such a shabby place.

I feel a little sad in my heart.

.....

....

Southern paradise.

Nuoda's base looked extremely empty.

But even so, there are still more than twenty people on duty in the guard tower on the fence.
To be continued...