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Chapter 111

London has become a world of the living dead.

All the slums around St. Giles Parish have been flattened, leaving only a deserted vacant lot.

A ten-meter-high iron wall was erected around the vacant lot. No one knew when it was erected. When the plague of the living dead spread across London, the slums that no one paid attention to fell silent overnight.

This solid fortress popped out.

The speed of the outbreak of the living dead was too fast. When humans thought they were disorderly monsters, they defeated the humans who had temporarily established a temporary order with a weird order.

So after being clearly refused to provide assistance, everyone was busy with their own affairs and had no time to care about this steel monster, at least for the time being.

Now, the morning sun, which is not dominated by human will, rises slowly as usual, and the only remaining high-rise building in the center of St. Giles Parish lights up the high beam.

"Are you ready to accept the landing?"

A short-haired woman in a white coat stood on the edge of the top floor. The wind blew away her chestnut short hair, allowing the sun to gradually climb onto her expressionless white cheeks.

She tucked the hair that was blown away behind her ears.

The ground staff responded, "We're ready."

The high-speed rotation of the helicopter's propeller blades cut through the morning light, and a dark shadow approaching the tall building could be seen from a distance.

"Let Seo come to the laboratory to find me, and I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, the woman put her hands in her pockets and prepared to leave.

The ground staff called her, "Aren't you going to wait together?"

Another ground staff whispered "Hey", and reminded his colleague with his elbow, "Don't ask, isn't it obvious that Shirley doesn't want to meet Gin!"

"Oh, oh, oh."

The woman called Shirley didn't care what these people said at all, and replied to her laboratory downstairs with a normal expression.

Less than five minutes after she left, the helicopter landed.

However, the landing process was not easy.

From the moment it approached the ground staff's field of vision, the trajectory of the doe was completely random, drawing irregular arcs in the air, left once, right twice, up and down two or three times, and then suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

The ground staff was stunned on the spot.

"Contact the people down there! Contact the people down there! The helicopter is going to crash!!!"

However, the expected explosion did not sound. The helicopter suddenly took off, and the way it landed was quite wild, almost "clanging" into the reinforced ground on the top floor.