Wang Muyan stopped screaming, and watched the head of the entire zombie burst like a watermelon, and she hurriedly pulled down the eye protection on her helmet.

She pulled up the helmet full of zombie flesh and blood to protect her eyes, in the field of vision, Jiang Sen stood in the zombie group, holding a gun, shooting accurately and unhurriedly, seeing the strength of this handsome man, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Bang", Wang Muyan got up, the long knife on his waist slashed into the zombie's head, the hideousness of his expression replaced the weakness, Mu Yan threw down the long knife full of rancid flesh, took out the pistol on his waist, pulled the trigger, and smashed the head of the last zombie.

On the third floor, the closed door slowly pushes open from the inside.

A few minutes later, Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan hugged Zhang Derun, stepped on the stairs full of corpses, walked into the house, and closed the door.

This is an ordinary house of more than 100 square meters of two bedrooms and one living room, the room does not smell of outdoor rancidity, it is a clean smell of light washing powder, although the sofa and the floor are covered with overnight bedding, but the whole room is cleaned up.

The first to greet him was a burly old man in China. A little fat, but not bloated. The snow-white hair was a little messy, and under the high temperature without air conditioning, the old man's forehead kept oozing sweat, but the expression on his face was as hard as a steel knife, firmly controlling the sweat from dripping.

He tightly covered Jiang Sen's hand with an almost fanatical attitude, his eyes full of gratitude.

Wet sweat came from the palm of the other party's palm, and Jiang Sen could even feel that the old man's pulse was fast, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!! ”

The old man kept repeating these two simple words in Chinese. He kept holding the hands of Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan, as if only in this way could he express the strongest and most fiery emotions in his heart.

Two Chinese girls aged about sixteen or seventeen walked quickly to Zhang Derun's side and helped him sit down slowly on the sofa. They weren't pretty, and their bodies were as slender as most girls. When Wang Muyan took off the riot helmet, the two girls showed shocked expressions on their faces. They probably never imagined that this ———— man with an M16 assault rifle in his hand and rotting flesh all over his body turned out to be a woman, and a beautiful woman.

On the chair on the side of the sofa sat a handsome young woman. She was wearing a loose set of loungewear, and it was obvious that there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and it was clear that she had just cried, and she was holding a baby in her arms, and the baby had stopped crying, and was looking at the stranger in front of her with a curious gaze with a soft rubber pacifier. Then, he grinned at Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan, as if he had completed his mission.

Jiang Sen saw that the baby's pacifier was empty, wiped the flesh and blood from his hands, took out a large piece of chocolate from the backpack, and smiled and stuffed it into the baby's swaddling clothes.

"Hee-hee!" The baby couldn't speak, but he didn't cry anymore, smiling and exploring Jiang Sen's big hand with his little hand.

The baby's power is endless, and Jiang Sen will clearly feel the heating of his blood.

Zhang Derun sat on the sofa, his body slumped weakly. He gasped, his chest rising and falling violently with his breathing. It wasn't until now, having escaped death, that he found that the cold sweat had already soaked his inner and outer clothes.

He looked up, first smiling, at his wife and children, and then with infinite gratitude, at the two strangers who had given him life.

"Hello, I, my name is Zhang Derun. Hometown of Huaxia. ”

He moved his numb legs and tried to get up from the couch. However, the overtired nerves could not tense the muscles, so they could only raise their right arms weakly and reach out weakly and gratefully.

"My name is Jiang Sen."

With a calm voice, the two men's hands clasped together.

After a brief exchange, they quickly understood each other's situation.

It's a makeshift team of survivors, all Chinese.

The old man's name is Wang Zhenye, he lives on the second floor, he has been in the United States since he was young, and he has lived here ever since.

Two high school girls, twin sisters who live on the sixth floor, immigrated with their parents, but their parents were killed at the beginning of the disaster, and the two poor girls saw their mother bite their father to death.

Because they are all Chinese, the three families usually have a good relationship———— and the elderly always bring one to their neighbors when they go to the street to buy vegetables. Sisters Chen Jing and Chen Ying have a lot of respect for him. The Chen sisters' parents often work overtime, so the two sisters often go to Wang Zhenye or Zhang Derun's house to eat. The three families with harmonious neighborhoods are very different in Los Angeles, where people are cold.

Jiang Sen listened to Zhang Derun with a smile on his face. This young man is very friendly and talkative, and from his words, it can be analyzed that it is clear that as Chinese, not only did their life not be satisfactory before the disaster, but after the disaster, it became more and more difficult for them to survive without too much force.

"We've been stuck here and can't get in touch with the outside. There is no water, and food is becoming scarce. I had to go out and get something to eat, or I would starve to death. ”

Zhang Derun's voice became softer and softer, and his eyes gradually became dim.

Jiang Sen looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him. He sighed to himself, took off his blood-stained bulletproof vest, revealed the short-sleeved T-shirt he wore inside, and said seriously: "I'm not a rescuer." I'm also a survivor. ”

Wang Zhenye's expression was no longer full of hope, but more disappointed.

The two sisters' faces were as dead as ashes, and they hugged each other tightly, trembling all over their bodies.

Yan Juan, that is, Zhang Derun's wife, she has no tears. The woman is weak, but the mother is strong, she looked at the son in her arms, bit her lip hard, her face was pale, she looked very weak, and she wanted to cry.

"There will be no rescue. It's a chaotic world without order. We can only rely on ourselves and believe in ourselves. ”

I don't know why, Jiang Sen suddenly couldn't bear to look at those eyes that had lost hope.

The world in which I live is only death and darkness. Times are very different now – there is still a legacy of camaraderie and love.

In the troubled times that are infinitely close to tyranny and killing, they can still experience the last trace of warmth, so in the future, the team that goes farthest is together from the place where the disaster broke out, such a team is very closed, it is difficult to accept outsiders, maybe the reason why such a team is united with each other is that there is a spiritual touch between them.

But Jiang Sen must completely extinguish the hope in their hearts. It's cruel to do that. But Jiang Sen knew that hope sometimes meant hubris, and he had no better choice. Instead of letting these people still have ethereal illusions in their minds, it is better to let them see reality clearly and become rational.

Zhang Derun lowered his head and buried his face deep in his hands. He had long since lost his strength, and Jiang Sen's words drew his last support, and he sat down like a pile of mud.

After a long time, the old man Wang Zhenye slowly straightened up and said in a trembling voice: "We, we, what should we do?" ”

"I'll make you stronger."

Jiang Sen looked at him with pity, his expression gradually became solemn, and he pointed to Wang Muyan on the sofa, "As powerful as her, even as strong as me." ”

Zhang Derun had seen Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan's abilities, so he asked with hope: "How to become stronger?" ”

Jiang Sen spoke: "However, you still need to help me do something. ”

Zhang Derun's eyes were full of hesitation: "What? ”

"Split all the zombie remains downstairs and remove the white stones from their skulls."

As he spoke, Jiang Sen got up and asked for a stone from Wang Muyan that he had collected together and put it on the table.