The clouds didn't care about what was happening on land, they slowly rose from the horizon and before you knew it, they were already thick together, they blocked out the sunlight and made the whole world dark. The wind blowing from the sea is getting stronger and stronger, and the heat deposited on the road has been dispelled a lot, showing a slight chill, and the air is filled with the smell of earth, and the rain is coming.

In the bumpy body of the pickup truck, Zhang Derun held on to the railing, looked up, and a drop of cold rain dripped on his face.

"Whoa!" Soon, the torrential rain fell from the sky, and the seeds in the sacks in the pickup truck were instantly wet, looking at the seeds that meant hope being wet, Zhang Derun couldn't help but think of Yasunari Kawabata's book "Snow Country".

In Yasunari Kawabata's "Snow Country", the male protagonist Shimamura feels that life is a beautiful futility, a kind of nothingness, everything is useless, and in his eyes, the beauty of the dead moth is nothing more than a futile beauty, or the futility of beauty. "Bees, on the other hand, are stumbling and crawling, crawling and falling. It seems to die naturally as the seasons go by. In fact, when I got closer, my feet and tentacles were still twitching and struggling. Zhang Derun also began to doubt the meaning of his efforts to survive. It seems that their efforts to survive are just a dream, and one day they will wake up and die.

"Boom!" , the thunder after a burst of lightning summoned more rain.

The rain was very heavy, and the raindrops falling from a high altitude broke into rain and fog on the eaves of the small building, and the bank building quietly accepted the baptism of the torrential rain.

Sam sat in the pickup truck, squinting his eyes and using a telescope to observe the bank building in the rain 100 meters away. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This is exactly the corner of the street, and due to the relationship between the height and the nearby buildings, it is just in the visual blind spot of the elite on the rooftop of the building.

In addition to Sam's car, several other sedans were also full. In the rain there was also a group of subordinates with all kinds of guns, huddled under the eaves to shelter from the rain, and Sam glanced at the rabble in the rearview mirror.

They had been waiting here for a long time, paying close attention to the movement in the small building. After Jiang Sen and the others drove out in the early morning, Sam ordered his men to follow in a car, killing several imprisoned women as bait to attract zombies from different directions and completely block the export of the agricultural product market.

If there were no miscalculations, there would have been a man, two women, a baby, and an old mongrel who couldn't die. He had been waiting for his subordinates guarding the agricultural products market to come back and report, he wanted to make sure that Jiang Sen and the others were eaten by zombies, and he didn't want to see gunshots behind him when he attacked Xiaolou, but he never saw them.

"Boom!" After a burst of lightning, a deafening thunder sounded, and Sam felt that this thunder was to signal himself to start acting, he didn't wait any longer, and the corners of his mouth flashed a trace of hideousness. He put down his binoculars, smiled at Bill in the rain outside the car, and said in a bad tone, "Let's start!" Let those boys move smartly, don't waste time! Remember to infect that girl with the zombie virus! If you get screwed by someone this time! Lao Tzu used him as a material to hold an open-air barbecue banquet. ”

Wang Zhenye wore a dark raincoat and slippers, and now under the rooftop, he knew that he should not smoke in the heavy rain, and the fireworks would provide a target reference for the lurking danger, but he really couldn't stand it, since the morning fog, he has always felt that something bad is going to happen, the fog has dissipated, and now the soybean-sized rain curtain completely covers the bank building.

The old man coughed a few times, then threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the heavy rain, and in the dense rain curtain, a raindrop accidentally encountered the cigarette butt, and it returned to water vapor under the action of the cigarette butt before it landed.

Wang Zhenye didn't care about the cigarette butt he thrown, he checked the sniper rifle he was carrying, and stepped into the rain.

The "boom" rain hit the raincoat and poured it into the chamber of the gun, and the whole world was left with the sound of rain falling.

Even in 2120, the seventy-two-year-old Wang Zhenye can be regarded as a long life.

Compared with the white old people living around, the red-faced Wang Zhenye undoubtedly looks younger and more energetic, and his snow-white white hair adds some time charm to him.

He immigrated to the United States with his parents since he was a child, and his parents have always taught him that he is a representative of a nation, so he always straightens his waist, and now he is not a little hunchbacked, and he seems very energetic.

Although he didn't understand the entertainment of young people nowadays, his reading brain was very clear, and although his hands and feet were not as strong as before, it was more than enough to help the old white lady in the neighborhood carry something.

Almost all the old people in the whole community know Wang Zhenye's real age, and the idle old people are always very health-conscious, and they always show envy and surprise.

This made Wang Zhenye feel a very proud sense of satisfaction, he felt that when he was a child, his parents said that he had done it for the education of his nation.

Having retired from his position as a university professor, he also took the trouble to come up with a teaching-like lecture, revealing his daily recipes, work and rest time, and activity rules to the seekers again and again. Seeing those people take out their notebooks and record them carefully like elementary school students, he even wanted to come to a self-cultivation class. However, he really doesn't have any health secrets, he has never taken tonics, and he never taboos, fruits, vegetables, rice, flour, grain and oil, he never deliberately eats less meat, he eats whatever he wants, occasionally likes to drink a few glasses, and smokes.

He is also quite feminine - the single white old lady in the community basically likes this handsome old man, following the openness of the Americans, there are always white old ladies who throw him into his arms, and some even offer to let him sleep with her daughter.

The heavy rain lured the old man to keep reminiscing, he didn't want to recall the old men and old ladies anymore, he missed his mother as if he missed his mother, but his mother, who had passed away for many years, was blurred in his memory, and he desperately looked for a moment in his mind to remember his mother's face obviously, but he failed.

The seventy-year-old man had slightly sour eyes, and the rain covered the tears in the corners of the old man's eyes.

"Poof!" , wiped away the rain from his face with his hands, and picked up the sniper rifle in his hand, he wanted to use this powerful weapon to protect his only remaining warmth.

He knew that in the small building under his feet, Yan Juan must be cleaning, he liked Zhang Nan very much, a big fat boy didn't like toys and always liked dry fingers and golden bullets, Wang Zhenye thought that this child was definitely broken by Chen Ying.

As for Jiang Sen, he saved all the people in this building, but he didn't use it to raise his own value, he was modest, always had a smile on his face, and he was very handsome.

The happy events between men and women are always very in line with the appetite of Chinese people, the combination of Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan has added a lot of joy to the whole small building, and the old man occasionally even discusses with Yan Juan about Jiang Sen and Wang Muyan's family affairs, of course, the old man unceremoniously put himself in the position of Jiang Sen's elder.

He couldn't help but feel a little cold in the heavy rain, but his heart was warm, and he felt that his mouth was very light, the old man returned to the hood, the cigarette box under the raincoat was already a little wet, and his wet fingers took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it on his mouth, and the residual rain at the corner of his mouth began to moisten the cigarette.

Wang Zhenye had just pressed the lighter, when he suddenly heard a piercing and terrible scream from a distance.

He suddenly spit out the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the gun, and rushed into the heavy rain, the heavy rain blurred his vision, Wang Zhenye saw a woman running across the street under the small building through the scope of the sniper rifle wet by the rain.

Unable to see her face in the heavy rain, she was about thirty years old, bleeding from a t-shirt that was wet by the heavy rain and clung to her body, setting off her beautiful breasts.

She may have been wounded, and at the fingertips of her right hand, the rain was carrying blood downward, forming a ribbon of blood on the layer of water covering the asphalt. In a state of embarrassment, she didn't have time to smooth the hair stuck to her face by the rain, and ran barefoot on the waterlogged road.