The diary is mostly trivial, and there are no more noteworthy parts other than the reporter's own guesses about the results of the medical examination.

Judging by the staccato narratives, a significant number of troops had been transferred long before the outbreak of the virus.

Su Hao slowly frowned and muttered to himself: "Class A and Class B"

The military archives of the Future World do not mention any information related to it. Of course, it may also be because I didn't have enough access at that time to see more hidden secrets.

There was a roar of engines in the distance.

Su Hao walked quickly to the window and saw two military heavy trucks driving into the gate in sequence. A zombie that was roaming the playground jumped out of nowhere, but slammed into the bumper and was immediately run over by a tire.

Du Tianhao jumped out of the car, picked up a stick and smashed the zombie head crushed under the car. Behind him, Han Jing, who had just jumped out of the carriage, was guarding the door with an assault rifle, and Tao Yuan drove another truck slowly approaching the warehouse on the inside of the passage. Through the windshield in front of the cab, you can see Shinyan's sweaty, slightly nervous and excited face.

Su Hao quickly ran downstairs and joined the ranks of carrying supplies.

Four trucks made three trips back and forth. By about six o'clock in the afternoon, everything stored in the arms and logistics warehouses had been emptied without the slightest omission

The convoy full of supplies drove straight out of the city, following a route already familiar to the survivors, all the way to the outskirts of a seemingly abandoned warehouse that was actually based on an underground shelter.

Han Jing and Xinyan jumped out of the cab with their brand-new "Type 95" automatic rifles. They quickly closed the door to the warehouse and climbed to the top of the small building next to them to stand on guard. Under Su Hao's command, Tao Yuan and Du Tianhao slowly drove the truck into the warehouse, waited for him to turn on the power and pressed the button, and then carefully drove along the ramp into the ground.

Next to the rice noodle reserve area, there are stacks of weapons and ammunition that have been delivered a few hours ago. Without Su Hao's greeting, the two men had already opened the baffle of the carriage and unloaded boxes of canned food and compressed biscuits.

"Food and weapons were separated, and clothes and tools were placed on the opposite side. Don't unload the things, according to different types, leave half of each. ”

In addition to this, there are two other underground warehouses on the south and north sides of the suburbs. It was actually an abandoned bomb shelter, about a fifth the size of the site, unequipped with electricity and water pipes. The long period of peace has long forgotten the role they were originally given, and even treated as underground structures that could be demolished at any time.

In order to avoid losses, all kinds of materials can only be stored separately. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Su Hao did not have extra manpower to stay near the warehouse. The best way to do this is to keep these warehouses in a ruined appearance and continue to disguise them.

Tao Yuan picked up an automatic rifle, raised it to his chest, looked at the sight hole for a few seconds, and said in admiration: "We are very strong. It's only now, with these things, that I really feel safe. ”

Du Tianhao was obviously hungry, he tore open a packet of compressed dry food, handed two pieces to Su Hao and Tao Yuan, picked up another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it heavily, and said vaguely: "These weapons are enough to equip hundreds of people, and the bullets are also sufficient, how about it, I am right!" That basement is indeed a treasure trove. ”

Su Hao nodded noncommittally, ate the biscuits in two bites, patted the crumbs on his hands, grabbed a bundle of paratrooper backpacks from the carriage, and said seriously: "Hurry up, try to finish everything tonight." ”

The rain fell along with the night, washing the ground in the darkness, washing away the blood and dirt, and erasing the wheel marks that remained on the ground.

By the time the sun rose again, the sky had cleared. The thick clouds had long since turned into night rain and disappeared without a trace, the sunlight was unobstructed to the ground, the water remaining in the ditches quickly evaporated, and the whole city continued to be shrouded in heat.

At the end of the road to the west came a small "Jinbei" bus. The milky white body looked particularly eye-catching in the sun, and it passed through the silent and unmanned red light intersection, drove in the opposite direction from when Su Hao and the others left, and smoothly turned into the gate of the garrison headquarters.

"Whoop ————"

Pulling the car door, a group of nervous-looking men jumped out. Three men had guns in their hands, the rest with steel pipes and machetes. They were clearly familiar with the environment, and quickly dispersed, patrolling their surroundings with a wary gaze.

"Wait, no, no!"

A fat man looked at the military truck parked on the playground and exclaimed in surprise: "The number of cars is not right." How, how is there only these? Where did the other four go? ”

His words immediately caught everyone's attention. Suddenly, there was a lot of gossip around him.

"Yes, I remember that there were quite a few cars parked here."

"Yes! It was still there the last time I came, why is it not now? ”

"Someone must have been here. Maybe they drove them away. ”

A group of people were scrambling to express their opinions, and noticing that the situation had changed, they quickened their pace and walked through the passage next to the building, and when they saw the iron doors on the first floor of the barracks area open to the warehouse, the expressions on everyone's faces became panicked and nervous.

The storeroom was empty, and there was not a single thing left.

"Basement, go to the basement————"

I don't know who first thought of this question, and the agitated crowd immediately changed direction, rushed into the side door of the building in a panic, and ran down the stairs.

The smashed steel door still looks like it was destroyed yesterday, the floor is littered with broken bricks, and the walls are peeling off with pieces of cement paint. Although twenty-four hours had passed since yesterday morning, the air in the room was still dull, with a faint smell of gunpowder.

Stunned, shocked, frightened, and suspicious, the complex expressions on each of the faces form a rich and silent picture in front of the basement door. No one spoke, even if their throat was itching, they just covered their hands and coughed slightly.

They all focused their eyes on the middle-aged man standing at the front.

He was dressed in jeans, standing straight, tall, not very athletic, and his muscles were clearly visible from the exposed arms on either side of the short-sleeved T-shirt. His hair was short and meticulously combed, and he looked tough and imposing.

Zhang Jilin's eyes were filled with flame-like anger.

He is a real estate developer, and he is also a so-called "successful person" compared to ordinary people.

When the virus broke out, he happened to be in a meeting at the sales center of a construction site. With the identity and authority of the boss, employees and workers are naturally gathered. Relying on these people and using the building materials from the real estate site, Zhang Jilin quickly established a protected camp. In a chaotic situation of food and water for daily life, who cares about the specific source of these things? Or buy?

In this era, those who were able to acquire land for real estate development were inextricably linked to government officials. Through wine tables and dinners, as well as various entertainment venues, Zhang Jilin got to know all kinds of officials. At the garrison headquarters, he also had a few good friends with officers. Because of this relationship, he has been to this office building several times, and there is a small armory in the basement of Zhilu Road.

He was a good law-abiding citizen, and certainly wouldn't have the terrible idea of robbing an arsenal out of the blue. However, no one expected that there would be a virus outbreak in this world, and the beautiful secretary next to the conference table holding a folder reporting the sales data of the real estate, as well as his most trusted resource manager, suddenly turned into a hideous and terrifying zombie in the movie, and pounced with teeth and claws

Many of the construction materials on the site can be used as weapons, but they can only be used in hand-to-hand combat. When all external communication was cut off, there were no police, and no rescuers appeared, Zhang Jilin naturally wanted to get a gun and thought of the underground armory of the garrison headquarters.

Four days ago, he and the others had already been here once. From the barracks and the bodies of the dead soldiers, they found a pistol and seven rifles, as well as more than two hundred rounds of ammunition. The steel doors of the armory were so strong that hammers and drills could not loosen them in the slightest. In desperation, Zhang Jilin could only leave temporarily with his subordinates and go elsewhere to find more powerful destructive tools.

It took him two days to find a set of small percussion bits for ore mining in the exhibition hall of the Heavy Industry Machinery Factory. This thing can penetrate even thick granite, let alone ordinary concrete walls.

But now

Zhang Jilin gritted his teeth fiercely and made a "squeak" friction. The corners of his eyes twitched, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and despair was gradually spreading in his mind.

He felt regret like never before. Even a few years ago, when he was caught by his wife for an affair and took half of his property through divorce, he didn't want to slap himself a few times like he does now———— those zombies are very scary, they don't have enough weapons, and it's hard to survive in this city. If a few people had been left here at that time, if they hadn't been afraid of attracting more zombies, and had driven an excavator directly from the construction site, then everything in the armory would have been under control.

Who is it?

Who stole my gun?

Zhang Jilin doesn't think there's anything wrong with this idea. He didn't know what kind of people would turn into zombies, but he was sure that there was some kind of change in this world. There are no radio waves, no order, and he can take whatever he wants from the shops on the street, and he doesn't like this, and he feels very scary, very frightened, and instinctively afraid.

His assets under his name are as much as 500 million.

He owns beautiful ** villas with a view, luxury sports cars worth millions.

He holds hundreds of jobs in the company. Secretaries, managers, workers, and even ordinary lower-ranking government officials always subconsciously showed flattery and respect in their eyes when they saw him.

Zhang Jilin enjoyed it all. Because of this, he was disgusted with words like war, disaster, and turmoil, and hated them terribly.

He never watched disaster movies or war movies. Movie names such as "2012" and "World War", he felt disgusted when he heard it. Entertainment films such as "Flowers and Full Moon" and "Happy Events in the Flower Field" are his favorites. The reason is simple———— war and chaos will not bring him any good, but will only make him fall from the top of society, and the wealth he has had after years of struggle will instantly turn into a bubble, and his savings and mansions will become worthless. What should I do if the world really becomes like that?

This kind of thing is really scary———— no one wants to work for them anymore, the money is just waste paper, and the employees who used to bow down are no longer as obedient as before

This is definitely not a fantasy, but a reality that happens right around us.

After the outbreak of the virus, Zhang Jilin gathered all the survivors on the construction site. He was well aware that these people obeyed orders only because they were their bosses. Status, wealth, and prestige are the only things you can rely on to maintain your current identity. But these things will gradually lose their effectiveness over time. He had already discovered that there were workers who were disobeying his orders, and that there were people who were secretly plotting to leave the site. Even the driver and his assistant have become less obedient.

It all scared him.

Zhang Jilin understands that once the dazzling halo of wealth and status is abandoned, he can no longer command and control these people. Any one of them is stronger than himself. If it weren't for the belief that the chaos was only temporary, and that the police and the army would soon be able to come to the rescue, they would simply not be as obedient as they are now. Or even kill yourself.

Just like in times of war in history, the richest people are always the primary targets of plundering and robbery.

Zhang Jilin must maintain the advantages of wealth and status. In addition to the identity bubble that may be punctured at any time, he can only rack his brains to prove the value of his existence. He wants to be smarter, more resourceful and far-sighted than the others. Only in this way will it not be discarded like garbage.

Looking at the empty armory and the steel door that had become a "concave" shape next to it, he only felt that his mind was blank, and the whole person was like a drowning person who had been struggling for a long time, completely exhausted his strength and sank suddenly.

What to do without a gun?

Who stole the weapon that belonged to me?

I, I'm going to kill him!

Tao Yuan stood by the induction stove, looked at the hen in the soup pot that had been stewed for more than two hours, and the skin was glowing with a bright yellow oil, licked his lips excitedly, picked up a pack of "Wang Shouyi Thirteen Spices" pepper from the table, tore it open, and shook it in.

Liao Qiu squatted in front of the pool in the corner of the hall, used a knife to pick open the belly of a vole that had been stripped off its outer skin and was completely white, dug out the internal organs with a quick movement, then cut off the head, tail and claw tips, threw the white and fat body into the bamboo basket next to it, and picked up another one from the ground, repeating the same action.

The hen was found in a small farm yard on the way back from shooting training in the suburbs.

At that time, it was curled up in the deepest corner of the circle, staring at the frightened hostess who had turned into a zombie, but was blocked by the chicken coop, wanting to eat, but unable to catch its hostess "clucking" and screaming. So, the survivors cut off the heads of the peasant women's zombies, washed the poor hens, plucked them, disemboweled, and boiled them in a pot with green onions and ginger.

Anyway, it all ends up dead, and the difference is only whether it is cooked or eaten raw.

As for voles, these guys are very fat, put star anise, grass fruit, cinnamon and chili, and the yellow stew tastes very good, and it is also very tender.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very warm, and people praised the taste of the food. Several girls were obviously a little resistant to rat meat, but they couldn't resist the rich aroma. Xinyan first took a small piece and tasted it, and immediately gave up the comments in his mind about the disgusting, dirty, and parasite of this animal, and turned to subjective thinking such as tender and delicious. Under her leadership, the twin sisters are no longer afraid, and even eat more boldly than men.

Soon, the soup was drunk to the brim, and the meat was chewed to the bone.

Survivors who have eaten canned food for too long, and if it weren't for the fact that some fresh vegetables can be found in the fields in the suburbs, they often have the illusion that they don't need to taste at all, but just the mechanical process of food passing from the mouth into the stomach.

Du Tianhao wiped his oily mouth, took out a cigarette, scattered it on the table, lit another stick for himself, took a hard puff, and exhaled extremely comfortably.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten so comfortably"

"Actually, we can build a chicken pen."

Li Xiaomei held the child as usual, she glanced at her husband sitting next to her and made a suggestion.

Su Hao shook his head: "No." Doing so will attract all the zombies. Of course, farming and farming means our future supplies. But until then, the most important thing is to build a field station as soon as possible. ”

Xinyan interjected: "I've been to the nearby steel trading market. We can use diesel engines to generate electricity and cut steel bars into the building materials we need. ”

Lao Song took a sip of the bubbly tea and said, "There is a lot of inventory in the warehouse of the cement factory outside the city, and more than half of it is high-grade cement. We can take it as we please, hehe, we don't have to pay. ”

Tao Yuan reached out and stroked his son's hairy head and participated in the discussion: "I got a few books about excavators and concrete mixers from the automobile market. Operating these machines is not as difficult as you think, and it requires more practice to observe by the eyes. ”

"Then prepare for two more weeks."

Su Hao stood up and said seriously: "We have sufficient food and weapon reserves, but we only lack enough manpower. There should still be quite a few survivors in the city, try to gather as much as possible during this time. The larger the population, the faster the construction of the field station. ”