The helicopter formation was like a flock of geese cooperating with each other, quickly and orderly splitting into two distinct parts. The Apache and Black Hawk helicopters rushed straight towards the park of yesterday, and they were responsible for continuing to thoroughly clean up the zombies remaining there.
At the same time, the huge transport plane was hovering in the air, carefully searching for a relatively safe open area.
Once it finds a suitable landing point, it will slowly lower its altitude and place the armored vehicles and fully armed soldiers hanging under the fuselage on the ground.
Recalling yesterday's scene, millions of zombies poured into the streets near the park like a tide, but because the park could not accommodate them and was crowded, most of the zombies were trapped there and unable to escape.
Because the zombies in the park were cleared yesterday, those who were blocking the streets were entering one after another.
Looking down from the air, what came into view was a sea of corpses and countless arms reaching towards the sky, as if praying for something desperately.
Accompanied by waves of roaring sounds like a gong, this scene is enough to make any ordinary person terrified and his scalp tingle.
If Chen Bufan had not had the magical system that continuously provided him with all kinds of supplies, advanced weapons and equipment, and especially those powerful clone soldiers as a solid backing, he would have already taken his women and hidden himself in the deep mountains and forests.
How dare you come to the big city and act wild?
The only one who came with Chen Bufan on this operation was Jiang Tong. Jiang Tong did not attend the party yesterday, but had a good sleep to rest up.
In contrast, the rest of the women slept soundly, and didn't even notice the helicopters flying away. Their sleep quality was top-notch.
The plane that Chen Bufan and Jiang Tong were riding on was not directly involved in the mission, but was circling slowly over the outer city, always paying attention to every move on the ground.
"Fan, look over there!"
Jiang Tong's voice was urgent. She held a fully equipped Mk18 rifle steadily in her hand, pointing it straight at a building in the distance.
At this moment, the helicopter they were riding was slowly flying over a central business district in the outer city area.
This area, which once housed many office buildings, has now been converted into temporary residences for the survivors.
Chen Bufan looked in the direction she pointed.
The building that Jiang Tong pointed to was the tallest in the area, with about sixty or seventy floors, and was a typical commercial office building style.
Facing them on this side is the entire building's pedestrian staircase emergency passage, whose exterior walls are all made of large areas of glass as decorative material, making the entire building look very modern.
However, these glasses are different from the general materials that have strong concealment properties.
Even though Chen Bufan and others were outside, they could clearly see the situation inside the building.
Chen Bufan saw that on the fourth floor from the top of the building, the safety passage of the entire four floors was filled with people with panicked expressions.
On the first floor, several people were holding fire axes and other tools, anxiously smashing the door leading to the roof.
The others standing aside were dancing and shouting something, apparently urging the people in front to speed up.
Some people were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They turned their heads to look out the window downstairs, and then held the handrails of the stairs to look downstairs, as if looking for a way to escape, or wanting to see what the situation was downstairs. The whole scene was in chaos.
The people on the second and third floors could neither go up nor down, and kept shouting and trying to crowd upstairs.
The scene on the fourth floor was completely different from the other floors! At the bottom of the stairs, there stood several burly, strong men.
The four men at the front were bending over, hunching their bodies, holding the suitcases tightly in their hands, using them as solid shields, and trying their best to resist the ferocious zombies rushing up from the stairwell and prevent them from crossing the line.
Behind them, there were several men standing by ready for battle.
Some people hold sharp spears, with sharp eyes, always looking for the opportunity to kill with one blow.
Some people held the gleaming machetes tightly, their muscles tense, ready to strike.
What's worse, he actually grabbed a worn mop handle, but with a fierce look on his face, he was ferociously looking for an opportunity to stab the zombies in front.
Obviously, this group of men are very experienced and have a tacit understanding with each other.
Sometimes they covered each other, sometimes they attacked in coordination, and after a fierce fight, they had successfully stabbed a large group of zombies to death. The corpses fell from the stairs and lay in the stairwell.
Further back in the team, other people were holding all kinds of knives in their hands, watching the battle situation in front of them nervously, ready to join the battle at any time as if facing a powerful enemy.
Judging from the current situation, this group of more than a hundred people seemed to have been chased here by a large number of zombies from downstairs.
These zombies are not only agile and nimble, but they can also climb stairs at an astonishing speed.
People inside the building may not be able to see the full picture due to obstructed vision, but people observing from outside the building can see it clearly.
The safe passage that extends from the fourth floor down to about the fortieth floor is so densely packed with zombies that there is no end in sight at a glance.
If they continue like this, if they only rely on their own strength, it won't be long before they are defeated due to exhaustion and eventually become food for the zombies.
"Fly over and give them a hand."
"Yes!"
The Black Hawk helicopter raised its head gracefully in the air and changed its flight direction.
Inside the building, the men closest to the zombies were already sweating and panting.
They held the suitcases tightly and pushed hard against the hideous zombies, but their strength was obviously not as strong as at the beginning.
Everyone's mouth was wide open, breathing in air rapidly, and even their lips had become as pale as paper due to overwork.
One of the men finally couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't even dare to look back, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Luo Bin, come up with a solution quickly! If we continue like this, we're going to be attacked by these damn zombies!"
Luo Bin, who was in the second row, held a javelin tightly in his left hand and stabbed it into the eye socket of a zombie with all his strength. Then, as if he was not satisfied enough, he stirred the javelin in his hand a few more times until he felt that the zombie was completely motionless, and then he pulled out the javelin.