Between barren mountains and rocks, in an abandoned park.

A zombie in a trench coat sits on a bench in this abandoned park.

He didn't move much, and the sun shone on him.

But his grim expression didn't seem to feel much warmth at all.

Surrounded by a group of zombies walking back and forth.

The only zombie that didn't move, just sat quietly.

Suddenly, a square thing around his waist trembled.

The zombie's eyes suddenly focused.

Without stiffness, he took the square thing from his waist.

Some rotting hands pressed a few times on the square, then shot a projection into the ground.

The trench coat zombie stared at the projection for a long time, didn't speak, just snorted coldly, and put the square thing back on his waist.

Raise your head and look at some withered leaves between the surrounding trees.

"Time is so fast, in the blink of an eye, it is already late autumn. Isn't it ......"

The trench coat zombie said to a mutilated zombie beside him who had almost been gnawed away.

The mutilated zombie seemed to be surprised that this kind of trench coat zombie could speak, and said a few words to the trench coat zombie.

"Roaring ......"

The trench coat zombie glanced at the mutilated zombie and nodded, "Yes...... I think so, late autumn is a sad season. ”

The mutilated zombie seemed to have a strong interest in this trench coat zombie who could speak, and kept roaring.

"Roar...... Roar ......"

The trench coat zombie continued to nod and said, "Hmm...... That's right. But why do you think the organization wants me? ”

The mutilated zombie walked a few steps and sniffed it to determine whether the zombie in front of him was of the same kind.

The trench coat zombie saw the crippled zombie walking around, showed a thoughtful expression, and said, "Are you saying that I should retreat as advance?" ”

It seems to be sure that the trench coat zombie is the same kind, although it is very strange, but it is not eating, so the mutilated zombie turned around with some interest.

The trench coat zombie, seeing the actions of the mutilated zombie, said, "Do you want me to leave the organization completely?" Actually, I don't have any extravagance for the organization, I originally wanted to lurk in the Yellow Emperor, get his information to be dedicated to Emperor Yan, and then apply for dismissal and go to the pension area for the elderly, but now Emperor Yan is even wanted by me, which means that he doesn't need me to live now, or that he doesn't need the information in the hands of the Yellow Emperor. ”

As he spoke, he looked at his somewhat rotten body, touched his chin, and continued, "With my current situation, that is to say, I can now be said to be a traitor, and I am a traitor that no one can tell the difference. So where do I go from here? ”

"I originally wanted to kill the son of the Yellow Emperor to relieve his hatred, but his son can hide better than him, I have been waiting here for more than a month, and he has not even shown his face. Although many small fish and shrimp often come out, it is easy to startle the snakes. ”

"And, even if you kill him, what can you do? Now that I'm out of the organization, should I do something else? What's the problem? ”

As he spoke, he looked at the mutilated zombie.

But the mutilated zombies no longer have any interest in the trench coat zombies, and have turned around and walked away.

The trench coat zombie nodded, "Hmm...... Avoid the edge first, and then plan for it. ...... to the

After saying that, the corners of the rotten mouth grinned, as if smiling.

He said to the mutilated zombie, "It's a pleasure to chat with you today, although I don't know what you're talking about from beginning to end. Now you can die......"

As he spoke, he flicked his right hand, and a whip shadow flashed.

"Smack......

There was a crisp sound, and I saw the mutilated zombie instantaneously brain. Slurry bursting.

White and black splashed far and wide.

The trench coat zombie looked at the zombie whose head was blown up, his body trembled for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.

"I am the only immortal monarch in this world, and you should all be my slaves, but unfortunately you can't hear me. So, you only deserve to be cannon fodder. Alright, it's almost time, you guys come with me to attack the next camp. ”

As he spoke, he walked up the hill to the side.

As he walked, he said, "Who the hell is doing the same thing as me?" I am attacking the camp to muddy the waters of this world, and the fewer safe zones, the better it will be for me. But what was the intention of the other group of people to annihilate the camp? And who? Is it also someone on the wanted list? ”

Suddenly, the broken lips grinned, as if smiling, "It's okay, let's muddy the world together, if you like hi, then let's get high." ”

Looking at a camp not far away, the eyes of the trench coat zombie flashed a trace of hideousness.

There are not many people in this camp, and there are only 100 people in it at most. However, it occupies a lot of land.

Before the end of the day, it should be a construction site, but this construction site was only built with one floor, and the end happened.

However, the owner of this construction site seems to be concerned about safety, and the construction site is surrounded by a thick iron rack. As a result, the camp is large and empty.

The people in the camp don't seem to be very business-oriented, garbage is everywhere, and the land that could have been planted has been abandoned by the survivors and turned into lawns.

The trench coat zombie gave a bland look, then took out a small bottle from his jacket pocket, a bit like a perfume bottle, with a spray head on it.

Then randomly find a stone on the ground, press the nozzle, and a faint rancid smell appears on the stone.

The trench coat zombie looked at the stone and laughed, "Go ahead...... Give me a good show. ”

As he spoke, he threw the stone into the camp next to him.

"Roaring ......"

Countless zombie roars were heard around in an instant.

……

Yang Huaicai was an ordinary worker before the end of the day, and he followed his uncles to construction sites all over the country all year round.

Wherever there is work, where there is more money, they go.

After the apocalypse broke out, he and his uncles relied on the strength of their hands to stand down the construction site they had just taken over.

Fortunately, there is a large supermarket next to the construction site, and there is also a grain, rice and oil store.

After they folded a few people, everything was moved back to the construction site.

It also brings together survivors from the surrounding communities.

Unknowingly, he actually became the leader of a camp.

Originally, he still retained his honest thoughts, but the boredom after food and clothing slowly eroded his honesty and honesty, plus he was already young, and under the influence of several social people who joined later, he began to attack the women around him.

At first, he covered it up, but when he found out that this end would not end in a while, he began to intensify it.

not only killed several women, but also killed the uncle who stopped him.

It was a fine day, and on the green grass, he shook a few times on a woman, and then stood up with his pants raised.

Looking at the lying woman with a lifeless face, she couldn't help but take a sip, "Phew...... I used to resist, but now why don't I resist, it's not interesting at all. ”

As he spoke, there was a sudden pain in the top of his head, "snap ......"

A small stone fell on his head.

"Who?" Yang Huaicai stared at the surroundings with red eyes.

The group of people around them were listless, and there was not a trace of anger on their faces.

He looked at a lot of people around him, but no one answered him, which made him even more angry.

He knew he had to do something cruel, or he might have more rocks thrown at him later.

Thinking about it, he pulled out the bloodletting knife at his waist and walked towards a few people who didn't like it.

After walking a few steps, a scream came from behind him.

"Oh no...... The zombies are coming......"