Zhao Zheng ran to the Unimog RV with a little excitement, and found a man and a woman in the car, who didn't even put down the window glass, and didn't seem to want to have any contact with him.

However, Zhao Zheng, who has experienced countless ups and downs and experienced the warmth and coldness of countless people, did not care about this, but reached out and knocked on the window glass of the RV, and shouted loudly: "This little brother in the car, where did you come from?" Have you ever encountered the kind of zombies that bite people along the way? I've been stuck here for two days with a couple of brothers who were pulling goods together, what's going on out there now? ”

Han Feng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at the middle-aged man who looked to be nearly fifty years old, wearing a green camouflage uniform, and had an honest appearance outside the window, and thought for a while before responding: "We are from the magic capital, due to the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, now the order outside has been chaotic, zombies are rampant everywhere, the traffic everywhere is basically paralyzed, and the highway is full of crashed cars." ”

After thinking about it, Han Feng decided to tell the middle-aged man in front of him about the situation in front of him who was blocking the road to inquire about the situation.

"What! It's a mess out there! What should I do? So has the country sent a rescue team now? After listening to Han Feng talk about the situation outside, Zhao Zheng's face couldn't help but change greatly, although he was scared by those zombies and hid before, he felt that this matter would be solved in the end, but he didn't expect the gaffe to be so serious.

"Rescue team?" After hearing this term, Han Feng shook his head slightly.

Now in this situation, even the military itself is unable to protect itself, and it is quite good to be able to protect the people near the station to escape, but as for the rescue team, it is completely non-existent.

"Now that you have the news you want, can you move the big truck that is in the way in front of you?" After Han Feng informed Zhao Zheng of the current situation in the outside world, he coughed lightly and stretched out his finger to the five large trucks in front of him that blocked the road tightly.

After Zhao Zheng learned the news from the outside world, he seemed to be stimulated, nodded his head a little mechanically and said, "I know, let's leave." Then he walked back in the direction of the big truck.

Not long after Zhao Zheng went back, the five flatbed trucks that had blocked the road tightly started one after another, reversed to the rear, and gave way to Han Feng on the middle road.

But just when Han Feng was about to drive through the flatbed truck, Wang Yingyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said lightly, and then pointed to the door of the flatbed truck and shouted: "Han Feng, look at the words printed on the doors of those big trucks." ”

Getting Wang Yingyu's prompt, Han Feng also looked at the door of the truck, only to see that the position of the door of the large truck was painted with white and twelve big characters printed uprightly: "Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd." ”

"Could it be that these trucks belong to Hongda Special Metals Manufacturing Co., Ltd.?" After seeing the white letters printed on the door of the truck, Han Feng was overjoyed and stopped the Unimog RV steadily.

"You stay in the car, I'll go down and inquire about the situation." After the RV stopped, Han Feng told Wang Yingyu to guard the car, and then pushed the door and walked down.

At this time, Zhao Zheng, who had just heard the news from Han Feng, was getting together with several other truck drivers, arguing emotionally.

"I said Qi Er, now you know the situation outside, don't be impulsive, if there is really an outbreak of that zombie virus in the world, it won't help you rush back to your hometown now." Zhao Zheng, who was wearing a camouflage uniform, was pulling a driver's clothes and persuading him bitterly.

"Lao Zhao, don't persuade me! If my mother-in-law and children have become that kind of zombie, then it is not interesting for me to live alone, it is better to go with them, anyway, I have already decided, I must go back to my hometown to see. The driver, who was pulled by Zhao Zheng's sleeve, had an anxious look on his face, and desperately shook his arm, trying to get rid of Zhao Zheng's control.

Zhao Zheng seemed to be a little unable to hold the young and strong driver in front of him, and shouted to the few people standing beside him: "I said what are you all doing in a daze, don't hold him down for me, he runs out alone like this, that is, he is sent to death." ”

Zhao Zheng seemed to have a bit of prestige among these drivers, and after he spoke, the other three drivers worked together to press the already crazy driver to the ground, temporarily controlling the driver, but the other three drivers also cast inquiring glances at him, as if waiting for Zhao Zheng's decision.

Just when Zhao Zheng's face was full of sadness, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching, raised his head to look, and found that it was Han Feng who came over, and his face suddenly showed a puzzled look: "Hey, this little brother, we didn't get out of the way, why did you come down." ”

But before Han Feng could show his intentions, Zhao Zheng's eyes shrank, and his honest face showed a trace of nervousness, he saw the imitation 64-style pistol pinned to Han Feng's waist, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no one who has this thing hanging on his waist, and none of them are easy to mess with.

Han Feng found that Zhao Zheng was staring at his waist, his expression became nervous, and after swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, he also roughly knew what was happening, but he didn't break it, but pointed to several large trucks parked and said, "I found that your cars are printed with Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd., are you working for this company?" ”

"That's right, we usually help Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. pull goods, and pull some products to Hangzhou Wharf, is there any problem?" Regarding the question raised by Han Feng, Zhao Zheng still replied boldly.

Han Feng didn't beat around the bush, and said his intention directly: "There's no problem, but it just so happens that I want to go to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. to get something, can I trouble you to lead the way?" ”

"This ......" Hearing Han Feng's words, Zhao Zheng smiled a little embarrassedly.

He knew how many people were in the factory area of Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. at that time, if the situation outside was really the same as what Han Feng said before, then now returning to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. is basically playing with his life.

Han Feng naturally could see the expression of resistance on Zhao Zheng's face, and after thinking for a while, he pointed his finger to his waist.

"In this way, you take me back to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd., and I will give you a gun to defend yourself, you must know the current situation outside, whether there is anything to defend yourself, the difference is quite big."

When he left the militia station before, Han Feng completely cleaned the battlefield and moved all the guns and ammunition onto the RV, and this imitation 64-style pistol, in addition to being portable, is chicken ribs for Han Feng, and there is no problem at all in sending one to Zhao Zheng.