In the dark night, like fireworks, deadly bullets flew through the city. Four office buildings enclose a security zone, connected by huge concrete slabs in the middle, and hundreds of survivors with guns are shooting wildly at the road.

The walking corpse is also constantly attracted to it. The increasing pressure made the survivors more and more nervous, and the person who lost his cool could be said to be casually venting the bullets in the firearm.

"Fang team, the people below are starting to get nervous, our side will collapse first."

Xiao Han looked at the sturdy man worriedly on the side. He has a two-meter physique, and even if he sits there, he is taller than himself.

"You can't retreat, let the people below hold on, and at the same time tell the few soldiers to watch the panicked survivors, and don't waste their precious bullets in vain."

There was no room for negotiation at all, and the deep voice revealed the speaker's desperation.

On summer nights, people who should have fallen asleep to the sound of insects and fans are now fighting the walking dead at close range in order to get to a safe place.

Similarly, in the camp not far from the combat area, a middle-aged man known as the Governor walked back and forth in the room. At first, the secretary who was sitting on the sofa stood aside.

"It's the first time I've seen the Governor so nervous."

With a smile, the secretary next to him said.

Even the Governor was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

"There is no one in the world who provokes a war and can sit calmly in a chair. There are countless people who will die because of your orders and goals. ”

As if remembering something, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed sadness that was not right for his age. Indeed, even if a man is in his middle age, he should not have this kind of old man's demeanor when he reminisces about the past.

"There are already people in the camp who are dissatisfied. Fang Tuo didn't even give a reasonable explanation, and started the next step of the battle plan when the expected goal was not reached, and many of the survivors' families began to talk about it. ”

The secretary pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and reported to the man in front of him about the current situation in the camp.

"Fang Tuo should have his reasons for doing that, he felt that the special walking corpse before controlled the walking corpse group, so the explosion at the beginning did not attract a large number of walking corpses, since it couldn't be attracted this time, then it will be the same next time."

"Then we shouldn't continue the battle plan, we should put everyone back to discuss countermeasures."

As the Governor spoke, a well-dressed man in a suit led a black-clad bodyguard and interrupted the Governor without hesitation.

Seeing the comer, the governor frowned directly, although he did not explode directly, but his voice was obviously cold.

"We have been preparing for this mission for a long time, and the initial investment is very large, these investments cannot be recovered, and the loss will be exaggerated if we do not continue the mission."

"That's why we should retreat, we have already lost a lot, so we have to make up for it before we lose more, and when the first round of explosions didn't attract enough walking corpses, when our people are not surrounded by walking corpses, we should withdraw people."

The man in the suit slowly leaned towards the governor as he spoke, and finally stared at each other with his eyes fixed.

"I also know a little bit about the person you use, Fang Tuo, my family has been eaten by the walking corpse, I can understand that he will be angry and hate the walking corpse, but he shouldn't bring this emotion to the mission, and you shouldn't let such a person with strong personal feelings be in charge of this mission."

After speaking, the man in the suit straightened his tie, picked up the cup on the desk next to him and took a sip.

"The tea is good, the temperature of the water that can be added is too high."

After taking a slight sip, the man in the suit commented, although it sounded like he was talking about tea, but the tone was more like talking about people.

With a soft thud, the teacup was placed on the desk.

"I know the importance of that place, but you can't fill it with human lives, you've been sitting in this position for too long. It's been so long that you can't see some of the simplest things clearly. ”

Finally, the man in the suit glanced at the female secretary who had not spoken on the side, nodded politely and turned around and walked out, and said the last sentence at the door before leaving:

"A lot of them came with me because they believed in me, and I couldn't just let them go."

It wasn't until the man in the suit had been gone for a long time that the governor sighed and sat down on the couch beside him.

"Wanrou, am I really wrong?"

"Do you still believe in Fang Tuo now?"

The lady-like female secretary looked at the dejected governor and asked in the gentleest voice possible.

"I believe in his abilities, but I don't know if I can trust him as a person."

"You mean, it's possible that he's going to be aggressive?"

The Governor did not answer Wanrou's question, but rubbed his temples with his hand and closed his eyes. Said:

"I'm tired, you go down first, if there's any news over there, tell me as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Wanrou, whose face was already a little pale, withdrew from the office after confirming the Governor's intentions.

"I don't even know if the people who use it can trust it."

is different from the gentle and virtuous personality who was in the office just now, and Wanrou, who left the office, seemed to have become an aunt who bought vegetables at the market, and cursed loudly.

Suburbs of Qining City

"Hassan, is there any gunshot?"

For some reason, Yue Xian, who had woken up from his sleep, noticed the faint sound.

He put on a coat and walked out of the farmhouse, and at the same time asked Hassan, who was on night duty.

"Well, probably in the center of the city, it should be the reason for the direction of the wind, it should not have been able to travel so far."

"Has it been a long time?"

Keen to notice something, Yue Xian frowned, and looked at the center of the city from a distance, but as an ordinary person, Yue Xian naturally couldn't see anything.

"It's been going on for a long time."

"Oops."

The young man's face became ugly when he realized what was happening, and he looked at the quiet farmhouse behind him and said:

"Hassan, you go and wake up the master, we have to go to support, there must be a large-scale clash between the survivors and the walking corpses."

"But it's not safe around here, and if you take most of the servants, an accident may happen."

Just when Yue Xian was about to call for the watermelon, Xiaoban suddenly reminded him.

Yue Xian was also stunned for a moment, and then thought about it. At this time, the master craftsman had already walked out, and at the same time said:

"Me and Watermelon, and you can go. Hassan and Joan of Arc can protect the camp. ”