Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 64 Chapter 064 What CPD Should Do, A Disturbed Nap

Stubby didn’t understand at once, he subconsciously asked: “What does this have to do with arresting us?”

There was a gritted expression on the face of the Mexican boy: “There are so many monsters in the city that cannibalize people. Is there any way you can do it without firing a gun, but also to attract the monsters?”

Stubby’s eyes widened: “What? Are they crazy? They are the police!”

Next to the Mexican boy, another strong Mexican youth was so bored listening to the conversation. He finally couldn’t help but interject: “Brother, are you living in the Chicago congressman’s asshole? The police can be trusted, unless the congressman’s eyes are speaking. It’s not shxt.”

The expression of this is a bit…disgusting, but the meaning is very straightforward. Stubby suddenly: Yes, the Chicago policeman, who is usually rubbish, still protects the citizens now?

Don’t be kidding, it’s only reasonable for them to do evil now!

So it’s not very reasonable to catch people to feed the monsters and get back weapons and equipment for the Chicago police.

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out from behind Stubby: “No, we can’t wait for death here…”

The Mexican youth sneered: “There are dozens of guns in this group of black bars, what do we have? It’s better to keep it if you have the strength. Maybe you can run faster then.”

Stubby was taken aback: “Run faster?”

The Mexican youth: “They want us to draw the monsters away, but don’t they want us to draw the monsters to surround them, can we not let us run?”

Stubby showed a surprised look: “This… have you thought of it?”

“Of course.” The Mexican youth smiled triumphantly.

Stubby stretched out his hand: “Get to know, my name is Stubby, a small white-collar worker from a company.”

The Mexican youth looked at the hand in disgust, and stretched out his fist: “Oh, brother, who is still shaking hands nowadays.”

Stubby was kind, and immediately turned into a fist, unskilled but seriously fisted with him.

The Mexican youth nodded with satisfaction: “You are okay. Remember, my name is Lone Wolf.”

Then he pointed at the Mexican boy: “This is my hardcore little brother, Lowther.”

The Mexican boy Lauser rolled his eyes: Cod, a fool, just listened to his words and showed off. How about expecting you to take me to escape? Humph, let you die long ago.

Compared to the straightforward Cod, Lowther and Stubby are the ones who really saw the right eye.

Lowther only accepts his approach when he sees Stubby take his wife and children, and is willing to protect them.

Compared to the others in this room, this insurance salesman is already the best “temporary ally”.

Although the Stubbys are probably useless, there is a greater chance of trying than to escape on their own.

In the corner of the room, two foxes, a teenager and a middle-aged man, got together like this, and began to mumble, chatting more and more.

In a large room on the second floor above them, it was the conversation of several other people: “Opie, how are people preparing?”

“About two hundred people have been arrested. Old Bull, I want to remind you that no matter how much it is, it will not be convenient for transportation when moving.”

“Then arrest another fifty people for backup. Trust me, Opie, never underestimate the probability of an accident, it will kill you.”

“Hey, put yours away, I’m not Director Markas, I don’t want to be blown up by the most trusted person like him.”

“Opie, he turned into a monster, and I was the closest person to him at the time.”

“Hey, don’t talk about it, I’ll make arrangements. Also, you must be with me during the action.”

“It’s okay, I will go.”

After half an hour, the sky was bleak.

The panicked crowd was escorted out of the building by dozens of police armed with firearms, packed with five buses.

Of course, most of these policemen did not wear police uniforms, but put on more convenient military uniforms and work uniforms, but the CPD logo on the bulletproof vests on their bodies betrayed them.

Then an armored police vehicle that did not turn on any lights opened the road, and five buses were sandwiched by more than ten police cars in the front and rear.

Sporadic gunfire sounded, and accompanied the convoy to the west of Chicago.

…

Link sandwiched a large piece of ham in the lettuce, then folded the bread slices drizzled with ketchup and mayonnaise to complete the simple lunch, paired it with a large box of milk, and started eating and drinking.

With this standard of living, not many people can enjoy it in Chicago today.

This lunch used to be eaten for at least two days, but now it is three times the average adult’s physique, and the huge amount of exercise has greatly increased the appetite.

It is a little strange that going to the toilet is not much different from the past, but Link has no time to think about the problem of physiological excretion.

There was a large group of ogres wandering a few hundred meters away, and there were still traces of eating on their mouths, which proved that there were no bones and disappeared in this world.

It was already half past two in the afternoon, and there were still two hours before the five o’clock scheduled to close.

At present, the corners of these five-storey buildings are temporarily equipped with simple warning devices, and there are only three places that can pass through, which is still safe.

Closing his eyes, Link lay on a luxurious ergonomic boss chair for a short nap, waiting for his energy and mental state to return to a safe line.

The quick nap on the battlefield is a little trick, he only basically qualified in the recruit training ground, and it took about ten minutes to adjust before entering a shallow sleep state.

In a daze, a sudden gunshot came from the south, and Link’s ears moved.

The gunfire continued to sound, and he moved in the general direction to the north where he was.

Link finally opened his eyes, glanced at the time on the terminal, and sighed silently: I just want to take a nap for half an hour, why is it so difficult?

It’s only ten minutes from falling asleep at this moment. I can only say that… it’s a little bit better than no rest at all.

He did not act in a hurry, but continued to lie on the chair with his eyes closed, simply analyzing the gunfire.

First of all, there were a lot of gunshots, but the firing had a distinct sense of hierarchy, which proved that it was not a mob.

Secondly, there are many types of gunshots, but they are not particularly messy, and the configuration is reasonable, which proves once again that they are not a mob.

Finally, the density of gunfire is gradually decreasing.

Was it defeated by a monster? Link was suspicious.

The number of this team seems to be quite small, plus well-trained, is it because they met Juli Mo in such a fast group destruction? Or is it a group of long tongues?

Forget about the ogres, unless the number of things is several times that of humans, or the face-to-face melee, it is possible to quickly defeat the elite team.

This team really provokes one or two hundred ogres at once, and it can only admit that it is unlucky.

After a few more minutes, the gunfire passed five hundred meters from the small building where Link was.

Link, who checked his equipment, put away the boss chair for sleeping, and paid attention to the movement outside.

A few hundred meters away, the ogres nearby were still alarmed by gunshots, and began to chase the team.