Located in the north-central part of the Sahara Desert, Janet is a rare little oasis on the Ajar Plateau. Nominally a small town, but in reality a conglomerate of three or four villages, poverty and backwardness have always been synonymous with poverty and backwardness, until the mid-to-late twentieth century, when the Ajar Plateau was found to be rich in oil, and it became relatively rich.

Towards 12:30 noon, after 14 or 5 hours of running, the black Mustang GT500 finally arrived at the entrance of the town, and the warning sound of the oil lamp was already dying at this time.

It was Wu Ming who stepped out of the driver's seat first, and in fact, for nearly 5 hours after that, the steering wheel never left his palm, because Yaji finally fell asleep smoothly and slept as peacefully as a baby.

In order to get the half-crippled ** zombie, the turkey head tossed for several nights, wandering around the Sahara Desert for an unknown amount of time, before finding signs of zombies in the Bangu cemetery.

Wu Ming has been hesitant to remind Yaji that this kind of desperate adventure is completely superfluous, because according to the information he has, in the next few months, there will be as many zombies as the sand in the desert: this world's largest barren land will evolve into a zombie paradise step by step, and those ** zombies that seem to be extremely valuable for research will soon be in oversupply.

This is the second outbreak of the zombie apocalypse, and it is concentrated here, as if those zombies also know the power of unity, and no longer choose to scatter around the world, rushing out of dark corners such as corridors or cellars to be scared, but living together in groups, posing as a multiply.

The human world welcomes the zombies to choose this way, as it will greatly facilitate the military to launch a strong attack. From then on, this desert will be filled with numerous military operations.

It will be a testing ground for all advanced weapons.

But unfortunately, this is a trap, a trick by alien demons on the way to the expedition!

How the Kiatas completed their expedition millions of light-years away has always been a mystery, but in the Fresh Meats' reasoning, they should have used some kind of super technology for space travel, and that kind of travel would also make them extremely weak, so in addition to the location of the descent must be chosen in the field of view of humans, it is even more necessary to create some fog miasma in advance.

This is a clever tactic that exploits the deepest fears of the human heart to create chaos, anticipate the enemy, and completely control the pace of the whole event.

In addition to this, the brilliance of this method lies in forbearance.

This desperate killing game has been deployed for thousands of years!

Ever since humanity has not yet come out of obscurity, those alien creatures have been watching the blue planet with indifferent eyes. While trying to understand the group, they have been cautiously trying to turn it into their colony and slaughterhouse when the time comes.

However, the limitations of the times are inevitable, and human beings have no way of knowing that terrible end, and can only be led by appearances and exhausted. Even if a discerning person may issue a vigilant warning, it will not impress the mainstream, but will instead earn him a malicious name, and even invite persecution. Such examples are repeated throughout history.

In this sense, Wu Ming must be tight-lipped about everything that is about to happen, because his identity is already embarrassing enough, and if he doesn't know how to judge the situation, I'm afraid he will soon be in trouble.

There is another factor that prompts Wu Ming to endure it, that is, the human beings in the world are not trustworthy!

The history of the future has long been written, and the iron-like record has long chilled the hearts of the fresh meat: it is the next abandonment, it is a despicable transaction, it is an escape from shame!

In real history, that terrible conquest was met with only sporadic resistance and swept across the earth like a bamboo, and some of those in power boarded the mothership early, and without even saying goodbye, they fled into the vast universe to find a new place to stay.

Therefore, Wu Ming must also be patient, because if he wants to break this killing situation, he must not make any mistakes.

When Jagi hurriedly threw the empty oil drum to the guy at the gas station with a face full of, the Arabic who was drinking coffee in the corner greeted him with a wicked smile:

"You've managed to waste another week, Scourge star? There are 5 more days until the end of the month, and hopefully your loan is settled. ”

"I would rather the sand in the cup crush your rotten teeth and chew your tongue!"

Yaggie scolded back, but didn't forget to show off his achievements, "Look, I'm going to make a fortune." When I come out of the Barn Obon, you will bow down to me as you worship the Lord! ”

The Tongue Chewer laughed even happier: "It turns out that you really got the ** zombie and trained him to be your driver." Then again, it's the first time I've seen a zombie with a bloody face, but why is he dressed so weirdly? ”

Yagi pointed at the resident, trying to hit back, only to find that he was right. Wu Ming's current dress is indeed not normal, quite a bit post-modern style, maybe the pair of freak-rich Dappa staff are commonplace, but in this relatively backward Arabic settlement, he is still too eye-catching.

So Yaji opened the trunk again, and after churning for a few seconds, he finally pulled out a set of overalls and a pair of tattered boots and threw them at Wu Ming:

"Put it on, you'll have to be decent so you look more like my assistant."

The smell of sweat on the clothes almost smoked Wu Ming's head.

"I thought my mission was done, and I should wait here until you send me to Algil as promised." Wu Ming endured without showing disgust, "And I guess you need money for this pile of garbage." I've been cheated on by you enough, and this deal really doesn't count. ”

"You're so stingy!"

Yaji had already walked to the side with a travel bag, half-forcibly put on a cargo uniform for Wu Ming, and whispered, "This is a free gift, you are always satisfied, right?" Come on, brother, you have to come with me and brag for me, and let them know how much I'm risking, so that I can raise the price." We've been in trouble together for so long, and you're going to have to help me with this little favor. ”

Wu Ming began to have a headache, if it wasn't the smell in his brain, he was disturbed by the flowery intestines of the turkey head. But it makes sense, after all, he owes Yaji a great favor - it is a life-saving grace!

The clothes are a little loose, and the leather boots are not too heeled. Compared with Yaji, although Wu Ming's height is not bad, he is still a little thinner in physique. Fortunately, his face is handsome I don't know how many times, and due to the long-term lack of sun exposure, his skin is also more delicate and fair.

Turkey Head looked at the new nerd and sighed jealously, but he deliberately unified his voice:

"Remember, you're my assistant, just go along with it, don't talk nonsense."

Wu Ming nodded with a wry smile, and couldn't help but whisper in the process of walking forward with Yaji, "How dare that guy call you that?" I thought everyone had been warned by you. ”

Wu Ming was of course referring to the "Ghost Calamity Star" in the mouth of the chewing tongue, and according to Yaji, he should have had his head shattered.

Yaji was touched on a sore foot, and glanced at Wu Ming angrily: "You forgot about it just now?" Don't talk nonsense, okay? ”

Wu Ming put on a posture of surrendering and admitting defeat, but he was secretly amused in his heart: he was just a fierce and introverted guy, maybe he was still a joke in the town. It's hard to imagine, how could he have developed consciousness and become the hero who was widely praised by the fresh meat?

Alcohol was forbidden in Arabia, and public places such as bars did not originally exist in small towns like Janett. It's just that after the outbreak of the first zombie apocalypse, the Earth Alliance Army attacked everywhere and tried their best to kill those powerful murderous creatures. In order to take care of warriors from all races, some areas occasionally break taboos and build bars and other establishments, and try to provide services accordingly. The so-called Aupen Bar is just such a product.

In contrast to the other old, low-slung stone houses, the Odpen Bar in the heart of town is a stinging wooden two-story loft. The loft is next to a small extravagant artificial pool, surrounded by palm trees and ivy, and the setting is quite elegant.

When Yaji and Wu Ming hurried to the door of the bar, they saw two small electric falcons parked between the fences.

It is a fully autonomous micro-flying vehicle that can seat four to five people, powered by high-efficiency solar cells and supplemented by hydrogen-fueled propulsion, which can reach Mach 1.8 at its fastest, nearly twice the speed of sound.

This thing is a high-tech product with the characteristics of this era, and with the further opening of low-altitude space and the reduction of the cost of mass production, the electric falcon will completely replace the automatic car in seven or eight years and become the most common means of private transportation.

But for now, the high price tag is prohibitive, and its temporary owners are extremely limited, either in the top scientific research departments or in the elite who are happy to show off their wealth.

Two strong men in black suits and sunglasses were standing beside the electric falcon, chatting about something, when they saw Yaji rushing over with sweat on his head, and pouted in unison.

"Hey, you're late!"

A strong man shouted, in a very unceremonious tone. That "hey" made Wu Mingdu frown secretly, because it sounded more blunt than the "Ghost Calamity Star" in the mouth of the tongue chewer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, man, I got in a little trouble, but I got over anyway."

Yaji nodded and leaned over, took out an iron box from his arms, took out two fine cigars from them, handed them over, took out 10,000 matches, lit the fire for the two of them, and asked with a smile: "I have gained a lot this time, and I promise not to let you run empty." Tell me, it's still too late, right? ”

The strong man slowly inhaled the smoke into his lungs, sniffed and tasted it again, before spraying the remaining smoke on Yaji's face, and then lowered his head and looked at the watch on his wrist: "Who knows?" I just got the notice that we'll be on to the next stop in 5 minutes...... Oh no, it's 3 minutes later. ”

"Damn it!"

Yaggie fired out like a spring. It is estimated that in that short moment, he must have greeted all the relatives of the two strong men in his heart.

Wu Ming, who was following behind, also quickened his pace, and when he passed by the two strong men, he obviously saw them raising their noses in disdain, still muttering words like "waste" and "fool".

Will the hero on the verge of bankruptcy be busy again?

Wu Ming secretly compared: No matter what, this money must be earned for the "Ghost Calamity"!