Chapter 112 Under the Sky 37

  Seeing the man grinning, his cloudy eyes moved around the street, looking for the next target.

   Just then a bullet passed through his head.

   One second was killing someone, but the next second he was already killed.

  Three men with guns walked in and stepped on the dead body.

   Stand still for two seconds.

  Unfortunately, there was no movement from the body.

   "Brother, this looks like a crazy NPC." The skinny man next to him said, "Why waste a bullet."

  The three were exactly the players who were looking for space props in the mall that day.

  Even though it was the twenty-first day, they still hadn't given up on space props.

   On the contrary, if there are props in the current situation, they are more likely to pass the level.

  The four subspaces can carry more than 20 air tanks, so they don't have to be restrained all the time.

  Li Zhiqiang was still worried about the fact that the space props were stolen first, so he kicked the corpse angrily.

   "Living is a waste of air, why not die to help me rule out a possibility."

  At this time, he was considered a big shot in one of the four major organizations, but he wished that everyone in the town would die.

  There are more people who died, and the resources are naturally enough.

   "Brother, let's go back first, it's already the twenty-first day, don't be too far away from the air tank."

  The younger brother next to him said, "Besides, the air compressor is still in the house, and there are so many NPCs in it, I can't believe any of them."

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  12:00 on the twenty-first day.

  The moment of suffocation came on time, two hours.

  Grows faster during the day than at night.

   Fu Anan put down the notebook and frowned, then helped Fu Yizhi tidy up the basement.

   All food and sundries were moved downstairs, and only generators, compressors and air tanks were placed in the basement.

  The sound of power generation is slightly loud, and only the sound insulation of the basement can be effective.

  The two of them worked for a long time to get the generator and compressor ready. There were more than 60 air tanks, which were not fully filled until 8:00 pm because they were not proficient in the business for the first time.

   Eighty-one air cans.

   Even if they suffocate for twenty hours a day, they are more than capable of coping.

   Only seven more are needed, and their air volume is enough for twenty-four hours.

  Fu An'an, who has been busy since last night and hasn't slept until now, gave a heavy hiccup, her upper and lower eyes almost glued together.

   Sleep until 1 am.

   Then wake up reflexively to breathe oxygen.

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   It's the 22nd day in Huatian Town.

  The suffocation time at night was extended to 4 hours, and the suffocation time at noon was extended to 3 hours.

  On this day alone, the two of them used up 28 air cans.

  Even they need to rely on the air compressor to constantly replenish the air tank.

   As for the outside, there are still many people with insufficient air tanks.

  The number of deaths today is almost half of the previous day, and there are about 2,000 people left in the town.

  The twenty-fourth day of Huatian Town.

   Suffocate for 4.5 hours at night and extend to 4 hours during the day.

  Fu An'an and Fu Yizhi survived safely.

   Daily refilling of air tanks has become their norm.

   Except for the small problem of daily life and rest becoming disordered due to suffocation, everything is fine.

  But outside the villa, the four major organizations formed by relying on air compressors began to split because the air tanks produced by the air compressors could not satisfy everyone.

  In order to stabilize the situation, each team had to formulate various regulations for finding fuel and changing air.

  The old rules are only broken for one day, and it seems to be back to the old way of the police station.

  (end of this chapter)