Outside the window, the sky was overcast and gray, and the night was gradually falling.

Zhang Lin clasped his hands, held a grass stalk in his mouth, leaned against the wall, and stared at the dark and heavy clouds with a melancholy and deep gaze.

Lin Siwen's rough personality is obviously the opposite of the name. He lay on the sofa loudly, looked at Zhang Lin with disdain, and said disdainfully: "Don't look at it, you won't be able to get out if you look at it again."

It is a small building near the east side of the city. The signboard on the façade reads "District Senior Activity Center", but the interior decoration is an out-and-out health massage room. There is also a hidden passage next to it along with a sauna on the ground floor. The glass doorway is leaning against a water sign, on which the price is clearly marked for oil, massage, special services and the like. On both sides of the door panel facing the outside, there are several large red paint characters that have peeled off a lot: "Healthy entertainment, no gambling".

This room is huge. In addition to Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen, there were more than a dozen other people, all of whom were survivors scattered in the city.

The door was guarded. The men were heavily armed, but they were not wearing military uniforms. He also wears a blue-and-white badge with a variant of the word "Sheng Fei" on his chest.

Two days have passed since I was caught.

Zhang Lin spit out the grass stems, took out a small handful of melon seeds from his jacket pocket, and held them flat in his palm. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, the sound was crisp, and the skin of the melon seeds flew in the air with saliva.

"I'm not as stupid as you."

Zhang Lin pursed his lips, flicked an empty melon seed in his hand at Lin Siwen, revealing a mouthful of burnt yellow teeth, and said happily: "There is food and accommodation here, and there are people who help stand guard outside, and they want to run away when they are stupid." ”

Lin Siwen's eyes immediately widened: "Then what are you looking outside?" Are you out there? Or is it a resentful woman calling you? ”

Zhang Lin rubbed his shriveled belly lightly, and his voice was mixed with a bit of anticipation: "I'm hungry and want to see what to eat tonight." ”

This sentence surprised Lin Siwen a little. He smiled sarcastically, then his expression quickly cooled and fell silent.

"Actually, you made a good fried artichoke."

After a few seconds, Lin Siwen said faintly: "At that time, Lao Tzu picked you up every day and took you several times. ”

Zhang Lin corrected: "I received it four times in total, and I kicked it over once." ”

"I don't want that either. But the root of your dog day is that you are born cheap. If you are asked to collect the stall, you don't collect it, you operate without a license, you don't have a health permit, and you are specially placed at the intersection to obstruct the city's appearance and obstruct traffic, Lao Tzu can only do it himself. ”

"Set up a stall just to eat. You just can't get along with me all day. ”

", which stall is as dragged by you? Every day at the gate of the convention and exhibition center, who do you want to fix if you don't fix it? And as soon as you set up a stall, you create a lot of garbage and sewage, and there are dirty lunch boxes and old bamboo sticks everywhere. The most hateful thing is that your kid doesn't even have a health certificate, and he is still a hepatitis B carrier. ”

"There are a lot of people there, and it's easy to sell."

"There are more people in the Tiananmen Creek in Beijing, and the White House in the United States, and the Eiffel Tower in France, why don't you go there and sell it? You can also collect dollars and francs. ”

"If I knew a foreign language, could I still deal with a toothless dog like you? Cut one"

"I'm fucking you fuck and fuck you and fuck you again"

"Why haven't you eaten yet? I'm starving."

In a verbal battle, Lin Siwen is obviously not Zhang Lin's opponent.

In terms of fists, Zhang Lin is definitely inferior to Lin Siwen.

Before the outbreak of the virus, the two of them were playing a game of chasing me and hiding almost every day.

Zhang Lin is a vendor who sells fried potatoes.

Lin Siwen is a city manager.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between two people.

Judging from his physique, Zhang Lin is obviously not Lin Siwen's opponent.

Therefore, whenever the verbal conflict is intensified to the strongest and may turn into a violent conflict at any time, he is always very shrewd to keep his mouth shut. Or simply change the subject and ramble. gave Lin Siwen a little bit of face, and he could settle down well.

Little people have the wisdom of little people.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, this calculation is not worth mentioning at all, and at best it is just a little cleverness.

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall man with a gun in both hands and a "Sheng Fei" badge on his chest entered.

He coldly glanced at the prisoners locked in the room, and said in a stern voice, "Come out." The old rule, queue up to get food

Downstairs, there is a small playground.

Several trucks were parked near the gate, and heavily armed guards stood on the roofs and roofs of the houses. They paced back and forth, guns in their hands ready to shoot.

No one can escape from hereJust yesterday, a woman tried to throw out the gate while the food was being distributed, but was caught red-handed by the guards guarding the neighborhood. They are quick and quick to react.

No one knows what happened to the woman.

However, in the small building at the back of the house, moans and pleadings could be heard all night. The voice was low, and there were many men laughing unbridledly

The prisoners lined up in a long line, with Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen following behind. A group of people pointed at the muzzles of a dozen guns and slowly walked to the nearest truck.

The tarpaulin on the back of the truck was lifted, and a strong man in a black leather jacket stood in the compartment.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, his cuffs pulled high, and his thick arms covered in tattoos and hair. The strong man looked condescendingly at the long line of prisoners, took off the cigarette butt that was almost finished, pinched it on his fingertips and popped it out vigorously, drawing a bright arc against the dim twilight background.

"Everyone has it, in order"

There was a threat in the words, but no one paid attention to it.

Every pair of eyes was focused on the food that the strong man had taken out of the carriage and handed out.

As Zhang Lin said before: "I only care about what I eat tonight?" ”

Two nests, a bottle of water, and a piece of pickles per person.

The wotou is made of cornmeal and sorghum flour. The color is between yellow and black, and it is a little hard, which is not unpalatable.

The bottle of water was a bit variegated and everything. Judging from the remaining packaging, there are "Nongfu Spring", "Wahaluha", "Robust", and some brands that have never been heard of. The color of the water is slightly yellowish, and the sediment can be seen at the bottom of the bottle. Obviously, it must have been obtained from a nearby river.

The pickles are pickled radish, and I don't know when this thing was made. The color has turned black, and the salt is too salty to death. Each person was only a small piece the size of a fingernail, but it was enough to eat the two nests in their hands.

No, every day, it should be the same as eating at every meal.

It's not a nest or a cake, or a steamed bun or something like that.

It's dry, it's hard, and it doesn't taste good.

A large group of people squatted on the ground and began to eat.

Through the wall, you can faintly hear shouts similar to food distribution.

It seems that there are not only these people who are being held here, but many more.

Zhang Lin chewed hard, and from time to time raised his head to look at an old man squatting five or six meters away.

He knew that the man was the same as Zhang Lin, and the old man was also a survivor in the city. I saw it when I went out looking for food, but I didn't say hello.

Everyone is on guard against each other, and the old-fashioned plot of snatching food and killing people is staged almost every day. Strangers usually don't have much in touch with each other. When you see a person, it's like seeing a dog, and while carrying a weapon such as a stick and a knife to intimidate, you can speed up and leave immediately.

"Whoosh"

A gust of wind swept in front of him, Zhang Lin only felt that his eyes were flowering, and then he was extremely angry to find that a nest in his hand was gone. turned around and looked: the things that originally belonged to him were being chewed by Lin Siwen.

The two nest heads obviously couldn't satisfy Lin Siwen's overly vigorous appetite.

This despicable and shameless black-hearted city manager is simply the most despicable bastard in the world. robbed Lao Tzu's nest head, not to mention, but also extremely unscrupulously in front of everyone, broke the nest head in half, and quickly spit some saliva towards the surface of the nest, and then began to eat triumphantly.

Even if you snatch it back, you won't be able to eat it.

Zhang Lin stayed with Lin Siwen for a while. He knew that this guy's mouth stinks worse than a dung pit. It's hard to get water, he often doesn't brush his teeth, let alone saliva, and it feels nauseous just to imagine the thick yellow scale on his teeth.

The overwhelming anger instantly filled Zhang Lin's whole body.

He stood up with a "whoosh", bared his teeth like a beast, stared at Lin Siwen viciously, and clenched his fists. The intense anger made his face redden, and even his hair stood on end.

The people next to him dodged away, very afraid, and looked at this angry man with some expectation. At the same time, I imagined in my mind images of bloody violence such as gladiatorial fights between the living in ancient Rome.

The atmosphere on the playground instantly became tense. Even the brawny men standing on the truck handing out food, as well as the watchmen near the rooftops, looked at this side with interest.

There is usually no entertainment, and watching people fight can barely be regarded as a pastime.

It's exciting

It's exciting

It's enjoyable

Everyone is not optimistic about Zhang Lin, he is too short and too thin. Compared with Lin Siwen, he is simply an ant who wants to rape a female elephant.

However, there are no absolutes.

The little man who is carried away by anger and hatred often bursts into shocking combat power.

Just like Xiyangyang and Big Big Wolf, many people think that Little Gray actually looks like Xiyangyang.

Why does Hotaro smash her husband with a frying pan every day?

That poor guy worked hard to catch sheep to support his wife and son, and he was beaten badly, and he really couldn't find a better explanation except for adultery.

Zhang Lin roared.

He successfully provoked Lin Siwen's anger.

The urban management who grabbed the food put the uneaten nest head into his pocket, took a few steps forward, rolled up his sleeves, and kept holding each other's knuckles, making a "crackling" crisp sound.

Fighting, Lin Siwen has never been afraid of anyone. His burly, tall physique meant that he had few opponents.

"You're a fucking shit, I'm a fucking shit."

After scolding this sentence in a straight voice, without waiting for Lin Siwen to react, Zhang Lin suddenly dodged and jumped away at a speed that was no weaker than a rabbit.

He flexibly made a turn between the crowd and the vehicle, ran to a seemingly leading guard on the playground, dragged the corner of the other party's clothes, pointed to Lin Siwei not far away, and stammered and pleaded in a flattering tone.

"He robbed me of my things, he, he still wanted to hit me."

The change is stunning.

No one would have thought that things would turn out like this.

The watchman was surprised, and the cigarette between his fingers fell unconsciously. He looked at Zhang Lin, who was half-kneeling on the ground with a strange expression, and stiffened for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed with a "poof".

Suddenly, everyone in the playground laughed.

It's very comedic, and it's unbearable not handsome.

Many people shook their heads and laughed, and many people held their stomachs and laughed so much that they couldn't straighten their waists. Even the watchmen standing on the roofs of cars and buildings joined the ranks. The laughter was cheerful, full of undisguised sarcasm.

"You dog-stricken Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you"

Lin Siwen's face turned red.

Enraged, the muscles of his whole body bulged high, and the blood vessels in his neck and arms seemed to be jumping. He ran over with heavy steps like giants, grabbed Zhang Lin by the collar on the back of his neck, picked up a fist the size of a sea bowl, and slammed it down with a cruel smile.

"Don't hit me"

Desperate screams rang out at the same time as the flesh slammed.

The huge heavy fist smashed into the thin body, and Zhang Lin was immediately completely paralyzed from a half-kneeling state. He lay on his back, his hands and feet twitching unconsciously, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. His face was beaten to a bloody pulp, and his right eye and cheek were covered in bruises. The corners of the mouth are swollen as if they were holding large walnuts. Zhang Lin gasped for breath, the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was mixed with broken teeth, half-dead.

No one came out to stop them, and everyone watched with interest.

Lin Siwen grabbed Zhang Lin's hands and feet, lifted him high like a wrestler, and showed it off to the crowd of onlookers for a few seconds. Then, he threw Zhang Lin, who was covered in blood, out heavily.

He fell to the ground and rolled a few times, unable to speak, and his breathing became weak.

Some belongings fell out of Zhang's pocket: keys, nail clippers, a few coins, a small ball of thread, and a blue-and-white badge worn by members of the Sheng Fei group.

"You dog mongrel, you steal your food to give you face. How dare you scold Lao Tzu?"

Lin Siwen spat fiercely and strode over.

He didn't want to keep his hands, and he didn't like Zhang Lin, a peddler who had caused him countless troubles since before the outbreak of the virus.

Anyway, that's the fucking world in this world.

If one is killed, there will be one less person who will grab food.

Just as he raised his fist high and aimed it at the dying Zhang Lin's left temple, he smashed it hard. The strong man who had been standing on the truck suddenly jumped down, rushed over at an astonishing speed, and grabbed Lin Siwen's wrist.

Lin Yu took a few guards and walked down the stairs of another section of the small building.

He had been watching the conflict between Zhang Lin and Lin Siwen upstairs.

This kind of farce of unequal strength seems to be a meal, and by the way, it can be consumed.

Now, the situation is different.

Lin Yu glanced at Lin Siwen, who was forced by the guard to stand honestly in the corner of the wall with a gun to his head, and then shifted his gaze to Zhang Lin, who was almost indistinguishable from a dead man. Then, bending down, his gaze shifted again, staring at the blue-and-white badge that had rolled to the ground, and reaching out to pick it up.

Compared with the badge on other people's chests, the one in Lin Yu's hand is a little larger. The border is also not silver, but a very harsh gold.

In the entire "Sheng Fei" group, there are only two such golden badges, which are held by Lin Yu and Lin Zhou brothers.

Lin Yu had been injected with a second-order strengthening potion, and he could see clearly upstairs that the moment Lin Siwen threw Zhang Lin out of the air, the badge fell out of Zhang Lin's pocket.

Lin Yu clenched the badge in his hand, and a trace of irrepressible excitement flashed in his eyes.

He has been searching for his brother's whereabouts, but there is no news.

Lin Yu kicked the unconscious Zhang Lin with his foot, and ordered his subordinates standing next to him: "Give him treatment, and then take him upstairs." If this guy is dying, take a heart booster. Anyway, I want him to speak now. ”

Lin Feihu and Lin Yu were sure that in Kunming, there was a powerful armed force. They annexed or annihilated the first few teams sent by the Sheng Fei group. If you rashly enter that area, I am afraid that you will end up with the same fate as Han Fei, Lin Jingyan, Lin Zhou and others before.

The armed forces of the "Sheng Fei" group that came with Lin Yu were about 500 people. They are all middle and low-level personnel of the group, and they belong to the most important, and they are also the core strength that the Lin family and his son rely on the most. These people have been in military training since before the outbreak of the virus, and their combat effectiveness and loyalty are far from comparable to those of newly recruited refugees.

Lin Yu did not enter the camp according to the coordinates that Han Fei originally transmitted.

He circled the city from the highway, entered from the south, and stationed himself near the east.

He sent a large number of personnel to search and capture survivors in the nearby area, who were able to survive the zombies' mouths and were already vigilant enough to their surroundings. Maybe you can tell what is going on from their mouths. Even if they don't get the information they want, they can become the slaves that the "Sheng Fei" group desperately needs.

Zhang Lin's physical fitness was healthier than expected.

He quickly sobered up.

Experienced death and faced hideous and terrifying zombies every day. This dangerous living environment, which has nothing to do with safety and normalcy, makes Zhang Lin's brain nerves become extremely thick. He rubbed his swollen face slightly, took the milk from the table and drank it all, grabbed the canned meat he had just eaten and munched on it, and put two compressed biscuits in his pocket in a series of movements, which took less than ten seconds.

Lin Yu obviously didn't want to worry about these little things.

He took out the golden badge, handed it directly to Zhang Lin, who was dark and thin, and asked in an unquestionably stern tone, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

Zhang Lin swallowed the unchewed meat in his mouth, shook his throat, looked at the badge, and raised his head to look at Lin Yu. The expression on his face was a strange one, with obvious fear.

Lin Yu saw all this in his eyes.

He smiled faintly, turned around, and snapped his fingers at the armed guard standing in the doorway. The latter nodded knowingly and left.