"Hehe, this Russian fat pig is at least 240 pounds, one is worth two, enough for those zombies to split up!"

Two prisoners came out of the team opposite, carefully observing Qin Lun, and stepped forward to move Chekov's body. One of them dragged one foot and threw him to the corner of the corridor and the base hall, where there were many zombies surrounding the bodies of three federal soldiers.

After adding Chekov, these four corpses barely blocked the entrance of the corridor about seven meters and blocked the group of corpses. Seeing the hundreds of zombies at the entrance of the corridor, the prisoners no longer waste their time and automatically divided into two teams, striving to push the iron gate at the exit of the base.

In addition to the serious injury to the calf and unable to exert force, even Lin Feng and Xiaolian joined the team of pushing the door at this time and worked hard for their survival.

"Wow!" The iron door pulley made a harsh metal friction sound, and the heavy iron door was finally pushed open and slid to both sides.

"Pushed away, push away!" The prisoners shouted excitedly, and the cheers were filled with joy of escaping from death.

"What is this... here?" But when everyone saw the scene outside the iron gate clearly, their smiles froze on their faces, and their eyes showed irrepressible shock!

Outside the base subway gate is not the vibrant primeval forest of the Greater Khingan Mountains. Wherever you look, there are Gobi deserts everywhere. The strangely shaped rock cliffs are like monsters, standing across this uninhabited world, just like the western desert of the United States of America in the old century.

Entering the new century, due to the development of science and technology, except for a few primeval forests and polar ice fields, the deserts and wastelands of the old era have been transformed to accommodate more and more people. Similar to the desolate Gobi wasteland in front of us, people can only see it from ancient photography works.

However, this is not the most surprising thing. The strangest thing is that a fault appeared in the entire continent several kilometers away from them. In front of the continental fault is a vast and boundless starry sky, with many stars that are bright and destructive in the quiet and deep starry sky.

However, if you look closely, these stars do not seem to be huge planets, but hanging continents of different sizes, with spherical orange-yellow light shields on their surfaces.

The distant suspended continent is as vast as a firefly, while the nearest suspended continent is as big as a millstone, and the mountains, rivers and rivers above are clearly visible.

The exit of the base where they are located is actually located in mid-air, at least more than 30 meters away from the ground. It is obvious that the underground building of the base in District 91 rose to the Gobi ground, and topped the exit of the corridor that was originally flush with the ground in mid-air.

No wonder those dead people will turn into zombies! No wonder the particle light guns in the hands of federal soldiers will fail! No wonder all the modern instruments in the base will not be used! It turns out that this is not the earth at all, and it seems that even the laws of science are different from those of the earth!

The prisoners soon realized that the Gobi desert in the Federal Base of District 91 was probably also a suspended continent. A very few of them had already thought of the spherical space-time domain above the base of District 91. Their current situation must be related to space-time transmission, but they didn't know where the entire base was teleported.

"This is not the earth, where are we?" A prisoner who came to his senses exclaimed in dismay.

"The four corpses were almost eaten by the corpse group, and the exit of the safe passage was blocked. What should I do?"

"Climb down! Only by climbing down can you have a way out!"

The prisoners soon realized that they could not stare at here and wait for death. Several impatient death row prisoners immediately snatched the outer wall of the base exit and crawled downwards.

Fortunately, the base's underground buildings seemed to be piled up on the Gobi Desert together with the surrounding rocky soil, forming a small hill with a steep slope, and there is also a place for climbing and landing.

Lin Feng grabbed the iron bracket and explored the way on the steep "hill slope", while Xiaolian held Qin Lun, who was injured in both legs, followed closely behind him. With the underground building in Area 91 as the core, this "small hill" attached to the rocky soil is not formed naturally, and many places are very soft.

It is said that the height of more than 30 meters is not high, but once you step on the air and fall down from the steep slope, it will definitely be a life-and-death life. They don’t want to die in this deserted Gobi Desert just after they escaped from the bloody mouth of the zombie.

Without the threat of the corpse group, the temporary team of prisoners has been completely disbanded. All the survivors, including Qin Lun and the other three, are still twelve people left.

These twelve people are centered on five super murderers, including "Anatomy" Qin Lun, "Disciple" Hansen, "Shepherd" Hill, "Fireworks" Rand, and "Joker" Grant. They each form a small group with only two or three people.

This is not that the prisoners are unwilling to unite in this strange world, but that it is difficult for them to reach mutual trust. The five murderers have more or less psychological problems, and their ideas are difficult to guess, and they are not considered normal people at all. Even other prisoners who are forced to rely on them are unwilling to get too close to them.

For about twenty minutes, Qin Lun finally came to the ground with the help of Xiaolian. Stepping on the sand of the Gobi Desert, a warm heat rose from the soles of the shoes. Looking around, there were reddish-brown rock cliffs everywhere. Apart from the sound of whistling across the rock peaks from time to time, the entire Gobi seemed dead silent and there was no sign of life.

Although there was no sun above my head, the orange-yellow light shield shrouded in the suspended continent emitted strong light and heat, making everyone drowsy. Qin Lun and the other two found a huge rock under the base, sat on the leeward, and took a rest.

"Can we go back?" Xiaolian hugged her knees, lowered her head, and sobbed with her shoulders.

Lin Feng was speechless, with a blank expression on his face, looking extremely depressed. He confirmed the bad news from several prisoners that his father had passed away. The prisoners had seen a zombie in a general's uniform in the control hall of the base, and the only general in the base was his father.

Qin Lun closed his eyes gently and greedily breathed the warm and dry fresh air. For him, as long as he was able to gain freedom, the earth was no different from this strange world. The only concern in his heart was his sister who had been separated since childhood.

Since that incident, he has not had any news about his sister for more than ten years. Perhaps letting his sister stay away from him and bear the happiness of two people alone is the best choice. As for himself, who has carried dozens of lives, no matter what the truth of that incident, he has embarked on the fate of a murderer and can never look back.

In reverie, Qin Lun suddenly moved his heart, spread his right hand and stared at the black oval pattern in the palm of his palm. After killing Chekov and obtaining the cool breath, the oval pattern has been erecting regularly. The cool breath seems to be from the oval pattern as the source, and it flows all over the body like blood.

Every cycle will weaken this breath a little, which is now invisible. However, every time this breath weakens, the fatigue and pain on his body will disappear a little, and new strength seems to surge out of his body, and even the injuries on his legs seem to be improving rapidly. It seems that this cool breath is very good for him, and it is slowly enhancing his physique.

Qin Lun curiously stretched out his left thumb and rubbed it on the oval pattern, wanting to feel the regular pulse. But he immediately widened his eyes and felt a throbbing in his heart. A black simple tablet computer appeared deep in his consciousness, even the style was exactly the same as the "death list" that stored his information.

With the reappearance of the "death list", the oval pattern on the palm of Qin Lun's right hand also changed, and it turned into a small skull. In the skull's hollow eyes, two scarlet glowing fires lit up slightly.

"Look, what's there?" Just as Qin Lun wanted to use his consciousness to find out the "death list", a prisoner's cry came from a distance.

As soon as Qin Lun's attention was distracted, the "death list" deep in his consciousness quietly retreated. Shaking his head, he stood up and looked into the distance.

I saw a black line suddenly appeared in the depths of the Gobi Desert more than ten kilometers away from the base building. In just a few minutes, the black line turned into a dust dragon composed of sand and soil, rolling from far to near.

"It's the indigenous creatures of this world!" The disciple Hansen's face changed and he shouted at all the prisoners.

As a mercenary, he has identified that this is not a natural phenomenon, but a result of numerous and extremely fast moving objects. For example, galloping horses, ranks of mechanical vehicles, etc.

The prisoners who were originally scattered everywhere quickly ran towards the central position. At this time, whether they wanted to or not, they had to unite and face the unknown fate that would come.

When the prisoners gathered together again, the dust dragon opposite seemed to have noticed their existence, turned an arc in the Gobi Desert, and headed straight for them.

"Is this... a motorcycle?" When the pengun Chenlong came closer, the prisoners were stunned to find that this was actually a convoy of dozens of motorcycles, and they were immediately in an uproar.

These locomotives are available in all kinds, without a unified style. Some are similar to the two-wheeled motorcycles from the old century Earth, and there are also single-wheel rollers with advanced technology. There are also some crawler locomotives, and even at the end of the fleet, everyone saw giant multi-wheel vans that looked like spiders.

Since there are motorcycles, they are intelligent lives? The prisoners gathered together again, and their vigilance had risen to the highest point.

"Wow!" A four-wheeled motorcycle emerged from the convoy, stopped in front of the prisoners, jumped off the car and walked towards them in a big way.

Its whole body was hidden in a hooded cloak, and a pair of thick motorcycle sunglasses almost covered most of its face. Behind it was a giant gun with a trumpet on its back, two bullet belts were hung on its shoulders with their arms swinging, and they shook their hands three times. The whole body was filled with a domineering aura of no other than me.

But, but... why... its chin just reaches everyone's calves and knees!
Chapter completed!