At night, the moonlight is bright, the scenery of the quarantine area is hazy, the empty streets, the wind rustles the leaves, there are no people, there is no light, and the atmosphere is strange and frightening.

The sound of heavy trucks driving and a glimmer of light gradually sounded from the north, the sound was getting closer and closer, and the light was getting brighter and brighter.

A large group of frightened and uneasy survivors followed on foot a dozen heavy trucks, a convoy of more than 2,000 men, and everyone looked dusty, dirty, some with undried blood stains on their bodies, looking tired.

The convoy moved slowly, gradually driving to the middle of the quarantine area, but the man sitting in the passenger seat of the heavy truck at the front suddenly waved his hand outside the window, this man was wearing a standard combat uniform, white, about thirty years old, with two mustaches on his mouth, his body was very clean, but the dark circles on his face were very heavy, his face was full of exhaustion, and he didn't seem to have had a good rest.

He motioned for the convoy to stop in front of the intersection, and suddenly, on the opposite side of the intersection, the light was bright, and everyone subconsciously raised their hands to block the sudden bright light, and after a while, they put down their hands and squinted their eyes to adapt to the light on the opposite side.

They saw that in the street across the street from the intersection, there were more than a dozen very hideous heavy trucks with modified appearances, and these lights came from the headlights that they had suddenly turned on, and next to these armed trucks, there were hundreds of armed men in uniform with solemn expressions, they were lined up in a neat formation, standing with semi-automatic rifles in their hands, like ghosts that suddenly appeared, without making any sound.

The bearded man sitting in the truck of the survivor convoy had a smile on his tired face, pushed the car door and jumped out of the cab, and walked to the middle of the intersection in a very casual manner, while at the same time, a small squad of about thirty people quickly formed among the armed men opposite, and the escort A woman stepped out of it and met the bearded man.

The two sides soon joined together, and the armed guards quickly separated and then closed again, encircling the bearded man and woman in the middle.

"Ban, long time no see!" The woman took off the sunglasses on her face, tilted her head and said with a strange smile.

"Yes, boss, long time no see, you're beautiful again." The mustachioed man named "Ban" said with a smile and pouting.

"Please...... Flim, don't say it so nicely......" Hillary clapped her hands and smiled and opened her arms to Ben.

Ben took a step forward, leaned forward slightly and hugged Hilary gently, Hilary was slightly shorter than him, held his left hand and clenched his fist a few times on his back, and then politely kissed Ben on the side of the cheek, and whispered praise: "Good work, good job." With that, he let go of the class.

"It should." Ban, with a tired face, smiled and stepped aside.

"How many?" Hillary asked, narrowing her eyes as she looked across the street at the huddled survivors.

"We had 3,500 men a day ago...... But we met zombies, we didn't run away, a lot of people died, and then ...... We were all running and changing positions all day, and we only got rid of them completely forty minutes ago, and now the number should be about two thousand two hundred, not more than two thousand three. Ben said from the side.

"Uh-huh...... Hillary nodded, muttered for a moment and asked again, "Are the supplies there?" ”

"It's all there." Ban Yingdao.

"Very good!" Hillary gave Ban a thumbs up, paused and said, "The car is all driving back, all these survivors are staying here, we have to check them one by one, and we can't let anyone with injuries in." ”

"Okay boss." Ban answered, quickly broke away from the protection of the armed guards, returned to the front of the convoy, and quickly commanded, when he left, he only took a hundred people with him, and it was easy to move with fewer people, but when he came back, there were more than two thousand people, many people were directly recruited by him to join the organization, compared to Hillary who suddenly appeared, they still listened to Ban's words more, so it was easier for Hillary to do the things that Hillary said.

Just as Ban left Hillary's side, Don Guy walked out of the armed men under the protection of several guards, and the return convoy was very important, so Hillary came, and Don Guy also came.

Don Ji walked to Hillary's side, raised his left little thumb and scratched his face, as if he sensed something on it, he looked into the distance, muttered and said, "There are a lot of people!" His tone was not pleasant, on the contrary, a little heavy.

"Yes, there are a lot of people, I can only temporarily wronged them, and it won't take long for the situation to get better." Hillary Clinton said as she clasped her hands to her chest and looked at the large group of survivors in the distance.

Originally, the total number of people at the United Nations Headquarters, including armed personnel, had reached more than 6,000 people, increasing every day, but they were all in small batches, but this afternoon, there was a sudden increase of more than 1,000 people, and the total number of survivors suddenly exceeded 8,000, and now, this group of survivors is about to join, and the total number will reach 10,000, there are too many people, and there are not enough rooms at the United Nations Headquarters to arrange these survivors.

Hillary Clinton had already planned to fit the survivors into rooms as much as possible, and the extra would have to sleep in the corridors of the three buildings temporarily, as well as the underground parking lot, where there was still some space.

Soon, more than a dozen trucks drove and turned left after the intersection, these trucks were loaded with supplies, totaling more than 100 tons, and the cars had to make a detour back to the United Nations headquarters, where Hillary Clinton had arranged for someone to pick them up.

Ban commanded the large group of survivors to form a platoon, and Hillary's armed men formed a human wall, blocking the entire road and making several openings in the sidewalks on both sides of the road, where all the survivors had to pass through, surrender all their weapons, and undergo a simple medical examination.

The survivors were divided into several rows and began to move, and they behaved very honestly, since they could be retracted, they understood what to do when they came here, the way to check was very simple, the armed personnel would touch each survivor's whole body with their hands through their clothes, and to be precise, they were scratched, a little harder, because the zombie is a unique creature, and the way of attack is completely "beastly", basically biting with the mouth, and the humans who have been attacked by it will have two situations, one is naturally not injured, and the other is injured, And the injury cannot be very light, this kind of wound is bound to hurt when touched.

Therefore, although the method of examination is simple and does not require undressing, it is very effective, and it can be seen that the wound of a person with a wound will definitely hurt if he is caught.

Four teams were divided into four teams on the sidewalks on both sides of the street, two on the left and right, and began to pass through the inspection in an orderly manner, and because the inspection method was simple, it did not take much time to check everyone once.

All of a sudden, all the survivors moved, and Ben walked back to Hillary's side.

"Introduction, Donji, is a doctor." In the darkness, Hillary Clinton stood in the glare of the headlights, her arms folded over her chest, and her head tilted slightly in the direction of Donji, and introduced to Ben.

"Hi there!" Ban General, who was touching his mustache with one hand, put his hand down and stretched out his hand in the direction of Tang Ji and asked.

"Hello!" Don Ji reached out and shook him lightly before letting go.

"Do you think Tang is familiar?" Hillary tilted her head to look at Don Guy and then at Ben, asking with a strange smile on her lips.

"He ......" Ban frowned, raised his hand and pointed at Tang Ji, his voice hesitated, and his expression was indeed as if he had seen Tang.

"He's seen me?" Don Guy turned his head to look at Hillary and asked.

"Yes...... At...... Marlos ...... Bang! Hillary raised her hand as she spoke, gesticulating a blast gesture.

"He's the sniper?"

"You're the one yelling at a sniper?"

Don Guy looked at Hillary and Ben looked at Don Guy, and the two spoke almost at the same time and shut up at the same time, Hillary looked at the two and shrugged her shoulders slightly at them, revealing an expression that you were both right.

"You can settle accounts with him, he almost killed you, he should have a drink or something." Hilary pointed at Ban, looked at Don Ji and smiled and said, Ben is her most capable subordinate and the best sniper, and Hilary hopes that Don Ji can have more contact with Ban.

Tang Ji smiled and crooked the corners of his mouth, his expression noncommittal.

"Boss, this is ......" Ban looked at Hillary with a hesitant expression, and then looked at Don Kei, he didn't understand, according to what he saw at that time, Don Ji should be Marlos's subordinate, but now there is a bright appearance next to Hillary, and from the state of the conversation between the two, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is still very close.

"I have time to tell you, the story is ......very long," Hillary said with a smile, and then raised her thumb and pointed behind her, and said to Ban, "You can go back and rest first, you look very bad, I'm staring here."

"Good boss!" Ban still had a puzzled look on his face, but he listened to Hillary's words, answered, and took one last glance at Don Guy, and was about to walk back around the two, but suddenly heard the sound of an argument and stopped.

All three of Mrs. Clinton turned to look at each other, and the sound of the argument came from the sidewalk on the west side of the road, and under the bright light, a young white man of about twenty years old was arguing excitedly with the armed men.

"I'm not hurt, let me go, please...... Please, let me pass, I really have no problem. The young man said excitedly to the tall black armed man who had just checked in front of him, and behind him was a long line of survivors, some of whom had already complained dissatisfiedly, and the young man was delaying time.

"Take off your shirt." The tall black man was unmoved, and said with a serious expression, he didn't want to talk nonsense with this young man, since he didn't let him go after the inspection, he naturally found a problem. ”

"Please, I'm really not hurt, let me in." The young man's lips trembled as he spoke, his expression begging.

The tall black man seemed to be a little impatient, glanced to the side casually, suddenly turned his head quickly and reached out to grab the young man's neckline, pulled it violently, and tore the young man's clothes, under the light of the headlights, the tall black man including some people next to him could see it, the young man had a fist-sized wound on his chest, not very deep, but the area was large, and the flesh was blurred, as if he had been grabbed by something sharp, and it looked like the claws of a zombie dog from the traces.

"Go over there!" The tall black man turned his head at the young man and said with a serious expression.

"No, it's not caused by zombies, it's a ...... I accidentally hit and injure" The young man's expression became very flustered, it seemed that there was something wrong with his mental state, and he was nervous as he spoke, and suddenly, he quickly took out a very small revolver and aimed it at the tall black man, because the movement was fast, so no one close to him could see where the gun came from.

The guns were all to be handed in, and there was still a gun on him, apparently deliberately hidden, because when the tall black man checked the young man just now, he was found to have injuries on his body at the beginning, and then he stopped checking and asked the young man to undress, so the gun on the young man was not found.

"Damn, let me ......," the young man shouted at the tall black man, his hand holding the gun trembling a little, and he didn't finish his sentence.

Bang!

The crisp gunshot, with this gunshot, the young man's head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white things splashed on the people around him, some people retreated in a panic, and their mouths let out exclamations, while some people quickly looked around, looking at the skyscrapers on both sides of the street, the shot just now was not fired by any armed man on the road, they were not so fast, not so decisive, they were snipers.

"Damn it......" The tall black man wiped the blood sprayed on his face and muttered expletives in his mouth, the person next to him handed him some tissues, he quickly wiped the blood on his face and shirt, and threw the tissues away, his face became serious again, and he waved his hand at the survivors who were hiding from the young man's headless corpse, and shouted: "Come here, let's continue, it's getting late." ”

As he spoke, two armed men dragged away the headless body that had stopped in the road, and the survivors hesitated before moving forward, and the examination continued.

The three of Hillary stood in the middle of the road surrounded by guards, watching the whole process of the matter, all three of them looked expressionless, even if they were dead, they were not moved in the slightest, dead people, they were used to it, until the inspection began again, and there seemed to be nothing to see, and the three of them withdrew their gaze.

"Boss, I'm sorry......" Ben turned his head to look at Hillary and said, he brought everyone back, but someone had just pulled out a gun and pointed it at his own people, and he felt that he should apologize.

Hillary shook her head slightly, raised her hand to interrupt Ban's words, turned her head to look at Ban, pouted and said with a bit of a joke, "It's not too bad." ”

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On the sidewalk, a tall black armed man guarding an opening quickly checked one survivor after another, and beside him there was a female armed man who was responsible for checking the female surname and the child.

"No problem, go ahead!" The tall black man checked on one of the survivors again, stood up and sideways, and let the survivor walk over.

Turning around again, the tall black man looked at the survivor who had just walked in front of him, and a surprised smile suddenly appeared on his serious face: "Baker? Oh God, it's really you, you're alive. ”

Opposite the tall black man was a white man of about forty years old, not tall, with a full beard, small eyes, wearing a thick leather coat, a peaked cap on his head, and leather gloves on his hands, wearing a lot, covering himself tightly, looking a little bloated, no one would wear like this in previous summers, because it was too hot, but this summer it is very common, because if you wear more, you will not be scratched and bruised, and sometimes because you wear thicker, you can save your life.

"Hey dude, I didn't expect to see you here!" The bearded white man looked excited when he saw the tall black man, and the tall black man stretched out his hand to him, but he opened his arms and hugged the tall black man hard.

Just as the bearded man was hugging the tall black man, the tall black man noticed two people behind the bearded man, a woman of about forty years of age, and a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Oooh!" With a cry of surprise, the tall black man let go of the beard, pointed to the two people behind him, looked at the bearded man and said, "They're all right, your family is still alive, man, you're so lucky." ”

"God forbid!" The bearded man tilted the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Hi Susan!"

"Hey!"

"Hi, little girl!"

"Hey!"

The tall black man quickly greeted the bearded Baker's wife and daughter, and then tilted his head to look behind them, the line of survivors was still very long, he turned his head, looked at Baker at the front, and said hesitantly: "Dude, I have to ......"

"I understand, I understand, routine!" Baker immediately said very understandingly, he understood that even if it was an acquaintance, he could not release the water, and the inspection should still be checked, as he spoke, he held his head with both hands, and said to the tall black man: "Come on, man!" ”

The tall black hands started from Baker's arms, grabbed Baker's whole body from top to bottom, and then stood up and pinched Baker's shoulders and said, "I'll go to you tomorrow night, let's have a drink!" With that, he let go of his hand and patted Baker on the back, signaling that Baker could pass.

Beside him, Baker's wife and daughter were also checked by armed men surnamed the woman, and the family gathered together, walked a few steps to the street behind, and boarded a bus, which was parked on the road, and was used to transport survivors, because it was still a kilometer away from the United Nations headquarters, and people would scatter when they walked back, and it was difficult to supervise.

The Bakers boarded the bus, which had already done more than half of the people, and after a while, all the seats in the bus were filled by the survivors, the doors were closed, the car started, and headed straight for the United Nations headquarters.

In just a few minutes, the bus entered the United Nations Headquarters and stopped in front of the Secretariat building, and under the arrangement of the armed personnel, everyone got out of the car and began to go upstairs, which was the second car of people who were transported back, so there were still some rooms in the Secretariat building that were assigned to them, but the floors were very high.

The Baker family was divided into thirty-five floors, a small room in the middle of the corridor, very small, less than twenty square meters, the family entered the room, his wife Susan closed the door, took out a flashlight, and shook it back and forth to check the layout of the room, it looked like a reference room, some cabinets had not been moved out, but there was a bed in the corner, and some bedding was placed on it.

Baker looked around a few times and lost interest, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, the family seemed to be in a state that was not right, they all turned off their flashlights and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you okay, dear?" His wife, Susan, asked with her daughter in her arms and a little uneasy in her voice.

Baker, who was sitting next to him, did not speak, lowered his head, and slowly removed the glove from his right hand with his left hand.

The light suddenly lit up, and Susan turned on the flashlight, shining it on Baker's right hand, and immediately let out a low exclamation, and the flashlight was quickly turned off.

At the moment when the light turned off, one could see that Baker's right hand was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Forty minutes to go!" Baker raised his hand, looked at the fluorescent watch on his wrist, and said in a low voice. (To be continued.) )