The armed men in the back of the truck were still shouting, and the chaotic noise drowned out the gunfire. They didn't notice that the darkness was hiding in the depths, and the enemies they were about to face were not just zombies, but even more powerful opponents.

Han Fei was stunned.

He had injected a first-order enhancement potion, but he had never taken Silver Bone, so he was naturally not a true intensifier. However, the potion's intensifying effect on the visual force was enough to allow him to see clearly outside the car window in the dark, and the dead driver next to him told him the truth of what was happening

Someone, someone shooting at me?

Han Fei struggled to come up with this sentence from his sluggish head. Before he could react, a huge orange-red ball of light suddenly appeared in front of him, flying sharply towards the truck.

Is it a rocket?

This thought immediately popped into Han Fei's mind.

didn't have time to think about it, he subconsciously pushed the car door, jumped out of the cab, rolled on the ground a few times, and before he could stand up, there was a violent explosion behind him. The entire truck was blown off the ground, sending a blazing flame. Several people covered in flames escaped from the car, screaming and running back and forth like headless flies. The entire truck was completely enveloped in smoke, and the sound of bullets cracking came from the depths of the flames.

A rain of rubble fell from the sky, cutting through Han Fei's cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His mind was in a mess, and his ears were filled with the sound of "buzzing". A shattered mirror was blown away not far from him, and with the help of the flickering firelight, Han Fei saw that his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot in the mirror.

He staggered to his feet, but his body was not strong enough to complete the whole movement. Han Fei could only lie on his stomach, panting, watching his subordinates standing guard on the roof of the building being shot one by one by bullets from the depths of the darkness, screaming and falling from a high place and falling to their deaths.

Two off-road vehicles drove out of the street in the darkness and rushed into the camp like bison. The wheels that came to a sudden stop kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground, and it came to a steady stop between the corpses and the wreckage of the truck.

Su Hao and Cao Rui stepped out of the two cars respectively, and several heavily armed team members quickly dispersed behind them. Expressionless, they recharged their guns to the heads of the wrying man lying on the ground twisting and struggling, and then dodged into the building, gathering valuable resources and equipment.

Han Fei gritted his teeth, tried to get up, stared at his already red eyes, and stared at Su Hao standing in front of him with great hatred. The latter looked at him with an indifferent and cold gaze, and the focus of his gaze quickly focused on the group emblem on Han Fei's chest.

"It turns out that you are a member of the "Sheng Fei" group. ”

Su Hao muttered. Before the words fell, he had already punched the half-dead man upside down and fell heavily to the ground. Cao Rui next to him looked at Han Fei coldly, the assault rifle in his hand was always aimed at his eyebrows, and he didn't interject at all to say a word or help this man get out of trouble.

With a punch contact, Han Fei already felt the huge force from the opponent's fist.

It was an indescribable impact———— shattering his entire arm, spreading to his sternum, and his internal organs were instantly displaced. It wasn't a force that humans could have, but a terrible collision that only a tonnage machine could have.

"You, You"

Han Fei's face was covered with blood, he struggled to raise his head, trembling, and yelled at Su Hao in an extremely shocked, hysterical voice: "Second Order, Third Order No, it should be stronger than Third Order." Who are you? ”

This kind of violent power that is enough to destroy everything is beyond Han Fei's cognition.

Su Hao walked over in silence, squatted down, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and clasped the top of Han Fei's skull. He stared at the face of despair and fear for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled very strangely.

"Who am I? Huh, guess? ”

"Click————"

A boring rhetorical question with a sneer accompanied by the sound of a shattered skull.

Su Hao stood up and looked at the burning wreckage of the vehicle, his eyes full of coldness.

He memorized the names of all the wealthy families and consortia.

They have wantonly captured refugees in the chaotic world of the post-virus outbreak, turning all who live into slavery.

Su Hao has never understood why the military acquiesced in this kind of moral degradation?

No one stopped it, and no one stepped forward to interfere. Refugees can only receive weapons from the military and spontaneously form teams of freedmen to confront a vast group of slave hunters and ever-evolving monsters.

This is the future of the world's power pattern, and it is also the "history" that Su Hao and all team members are about to face.

Without the slightest omission, including the "leopard head", Han Fei and all his men were killed.

Su Hao has clearly seen the reality of this world———— he can't change the fixed pattern, he can only try to fight for his own part from it.

In order not to be forced to hide like in the previous space-time dimension.

In order to belong to oneself no longer be robbed.

For those who have become their loved ones.

He must be vicious, insidious, and ferocious, and must learn all kinds of despicable methods and conspiracies that he has disdained and is unwilling to use before.

Weapons and supplies recovered from the building have been loaded onto trucks. Engines and lights were used to lure approaching zombies into flooding them from all directions, completely drowning the sin of a place that was burning with flames and littered with corpses and wreckage

It was rainy for several days in a row. The droplets that fall from the depths of the clouds are small and not numerous. But they dispelled what little warmth was left on the ground, turning the entire world into ice.

Carrying a shovel, Xinyan strolled along the ridges of the fields mixed with withered yellow licorice and morning frost.

She wore a blue turtleneck cashmere sweater, the elastic fabric made her breasts high and bulging, and the white cropped pants with black spots tightened her legs, making the length even more striking, full of dry temptation. The peach-like bulging hip mound is extremely graceful, and it follows the sharply narrowed waist all the way to the top of the neck, leading to a small section of the shiny and delicate back of the neck. She held her long hair and bounced forward like a beautiful and shrewd stag, nimbly moving out of the way of low-lying and dirt pits.

Lao Song and several other team members followed behind, about ten meters away. The speed at which they walked was not slow, but they could not always catch up with Xinyan, who was walking in front.

"You're totally torturing my old arms and legs. Slow down, go slower————"

Lao Song walked all the way, complaining all the way, but he kept smiling on his face. The others next to him didn't seem to be surprised by the game between him and Shinyan, just as happy, occasionally interjecting a few lively jokes.

The people who live in the "castle" are satisfied.

There are plenty of food stocks, water, electricity, and it's safe. Especially outsiders who have just joined the team in the recent period feel particularly deeply about the happiness of this before and after comparison.

Perhaps because everyone had been injected with Su Hao's blood, the relationship between the team members was harmonious, there were no contradictions, and no one complained about the food and living resource rationing system. They are all fighting for survival and the future, being vigilant and dealing with a common enemy.

To some extent, this provides a realistic basis for Zhou Chen's theory———— a biological researcher who is 100% loyal to Su Hao found that in addition to regularly testing the number of black particles in the injector's body, it can also judge whether the injector's thinking has changed through the relationship between team members. The real "worker bees" will only work together with each other, and the outsiders with ill intentions will not be able to integrate into this environment at all.

The group walked towards the gentle hills in the distance.

The survivors collected a lot of dried vegetables such as kelp and vermicelli from the city. These things can be stored for a long time, but they can't replace fresh vegetables. In autumn, Lao Song planted a lot of carrots on the opposite hillside, and now it is almost harvest season.

According to Su Hao's order, more than 100 residents in the "castle" were selected to join Dong Guomin's construction team. Dense traps have been set up in the open space around the "castle", people have been cutting down trees on the nearby hills, and several camps in the city send a large amount of supplies every day, even Xinyan doesn't understand why Su Hao is anxious about these things? But in doing so, the people in the "castle" rarely had time to rest, and Lao Song could only take a few people back and forth between the vegetable patch and the residence.

For more than a week, they were digging turnips.

Xinyan even had the illusion that these people were like ———— hard-working rabbit in the elementary school textbook, frantically carrying food to the nest for the winter.

The hills are getting closer, and the undulating horizon is gradually flattening. As Xinyan jumped and stood on the top of the hillside, breathing in the cold air, his eyes quickly focused on a slow-moving black shadow in the field below.

A few minutes later, Lao Song and the others also caught up. They stood at the top of the mountain, silently watching the dark shadow with Xinyan.

They are all strengthened people, and they can all see that the black shadow is actually an old man in his seventies.

He wore a dirty white shirt, a thin body wrapped in a strip of felt that had been torn from the middle of nowhere, and a shabby velvet hat on his head. Beside them lay a dozen freshly dug up carrots covered in mud. Against the backdrop of the barren yellow mountains, these brightly coloured radishes stand out.

He also spotted these strangers standing on the top of the mountain. Panicked by this unexpected change, he grabbed the stick that was used as a shovel to pry the soil, held it horizontally in his hand, and stood in front of the pile of turnips like a warrior who was not afraid of death.

The cold wind blew the hem of the felt high and frantically robbed the poor man of what little heat was left. His face was blue, his body shrunk in the felt and shivering, his eyes were full of panic and anger, but he had no intention of running away.

The land was reclaimed by the team members in the summer, and Lao Song planted the seeds in the field.

It could be seen that he was hungry and tired.

It was an old man stealing turnips.

Xinyan turned around and looked at Lao Song with an inquiring gaze.

She certainly understands how to deal with this kind of thing. But out of respect for age, you must first look at the other person's meaning.

Lao Song's expression was a little emotional. He remembered the scene when Su Hao rushed into the small building to rescue him, and his mind was also quickly calculating the remaining living space in the "castle" and the amount of food that could be distributed.

"We need more people, and he needs us."

Old Song's voice was hoarse, but with the kindness and gentleness unique to the elders: "He is a human being, not a zombie." ”

A few people walked down the hill and surrounded the old man who was stealing the turnips. The momentum made him more and more nervous, and he clung to the stick, his body trembling like a Parkinson's patient. His hair was thin, his wrinkled, narrow face looked like a shriveled pear, and his eyes were full of vigilance and fear, but also faintly pleading and expecting.

Lao Song took out a cigarette from his pocket, smiled and handed it over.

Almost the same age, mild attitude, plus cigarettes, which largely eased the hostility of the elderly.

He hesitated for a moment, then let go of his right hand holding the stick, and slowly took the cigarette roll that was handed to him.

Xinyan looked at him, and then at Lao Song, with a smile on his pink and white face. Without commenting or commenting, she turned around and beckoned the others to get to work, digging up the remaining carrots in the field.

Lao Song took out a lighter and lit a cigarette between the old man's fingertips.

He kept looking at the old man's hands———— although his skin was wrinkled and covered with large and small gray spots, he rarely had thick calluses, and his joints were not large, and he belonged to the kind of person who rarely did physical work.

"It's cold enough, you should wear thicker."

Looking at the old man's thin and shabby clothes wrapped in felt, Lao Song shook his head, sighed, and took out a cake made of mixed cornmeal from his backpack: "I don't have much on me, take it, eat it casually." ”

The old man's eyes immediately radiated an incomparably strong gaze. He took the tortilla and gulped down the saliva, his thin fingers caressing the surface of the tortilla. He inhaled hard, his toothless lips slowly squirming. He could see that he was hungry, but he desperately tried to control the urge to swallow the tortilla in one gulp.

"Thank you."

He pocketed the cake, and a smile finally appeared on his guarded face.

Lao Song took out a woven bag and helped the old man pack the carrots he had dug up. When he stuffed the heavy bag into the other man's hand, the old man finally burst into tears.

"You, you, are good people"

Lao Song patted each other on the shoulder kindly and talked like an old friend.

"Brother, your accent isn't from this area, right?"

"Yes! I escaped all the way from Panzhihua. ”

"Oh? I see a lot of people going north, why are you going this way? ”

"I was going to Chengdu as well, but then I met an acquaintance on the way who said that there were more dead people in the north, and that there were man-eating monsters everywhere. I had no choice but to walk back again. ”

"You're alone?"

This sentence made the old man's face, which had just shown a hint of a smile, instantly stiffen. He shook his hands, and he couldn't bring the cigarette close to his lips for a long time.

"Except for a little grandson, all dead"

"I don't know what's going on in the road. That morning, my wife bit her daughter-in-law like a dog in the kitchen. Her son was also bitten by her. The three of us ran out of our house, and the streets were full of biters and cannibals. My son drove around the city with me and my little grandson, and when we finally got out of the city, he left the two of us behind and ran back in the car alone. I didn't know why he wanted to do this, so I sat there and waited. I waited until the evening, and the phone couldn't get through, so I could only run around with my little grandson in my arms, trying to find something to eat. Later, in the village, I met a man whose hands and feet were bitten off. At that time, he could still speak and begged me to call 120 for an ambulance. Within a few minutes, he had turned into a monster. Fortunately, he had no legs and feet, so he could only roll on the ground. At that time, I somewhat understood, and I got some clothes and food from my room, and then wandered around."

"I'm afraid I won't live long, maybe not this winter. I hid my little grandson in a place not far from here. Dude, I think you're all good people. The world is very chaotic, and those who are willing to share a bite of the rice in the bowl with others are almost dead. Please, save my little grandson and give him a way to live! ”

He was crying all the time.

Speaking of the most reluctant, the whole person knelt down and kept kowtowing to Lao Song.

Xinyan and the others hurriedly ran over and pulled him up from the mud. The old man's face was covered with sewage and mud, his face was sad, and his eyes were hollow.

Lao Song persuaded him to let Xinyan and the other two team members follow the place the old man said to find his little grandson.

"Don't say such frustrating words. In my opinion, you are not sick or sick, and you still have decades to live! ”

"We have a place to live and something to eat. As long as it's not a slacker who just eats and doesn't work, we want it. ”

"Think about your little grandson, he is your dearest person, can you bear to leave him alone?"

When Xinyan got the child back, the old man's mood was already much better. He hugged the little boy tightly, rubbing his bearded lips back and forth on his tender cheeks, his eyes filled with cloudy tears.

"Grandpa is not leaving! Grandpa is with Taotao. Hehe! This grandfather and that sister are both good people. Look at this, tortillas. Eat slowly, it's all yours. ”

Lao Song stood by and watched quietly, and neither Xinyan nor the others spoke.

"Pull a hand in the most difficult times and he will always remember your goodness."

Lao Song said to Xinyan: "Su Hao is a very good young man, but he can't take care of everything. We have to try to help him with his worries. It's like my old wife, who used to die, always cooking at home and waiting for me to get off work. Only when the family is stable can he let go and do more. After all, we are family. ”